Hong Kong Entertainment 1979: A Beating Up the Manager at the Start

That afternoon, at Sham Shui Po Pier.

Li Jiangbo was explaining the scene to Yuan Hua, holding a prop gun in his hand, with blank bullets scattered on the table.

In the distance, Brother Dao led his men in setting up pork and paper targets.

A moment later, Brother Dao jogged up to Li Jiangbo.

"Mr. Li, everything is ready."

Li Jiangbo nodded. "Thank you for your hard work."

The group followed Li Jiangbo to the makeshift shooting range.

After Li Jiangbo stood still, he looked at the target not far away and felt that something was missing.

"A knife!"

Dao Ge jogged over, calling out, "I'm here!"

Li Jiangbo tossed his head and said, "Go and have your men stand in front of the target."

Brother Dao cried out, "Mr. Li, that hurts!"

Li Jiangbo kicked Dao Ge in the butt, "Just go when I tell you to! Stop talking nonsense! It's not like I'm not going to pay you."

Dao Ge reluctantly approached his underlings, and after some coercion and enticement, the underlings closed their eyes and stood in front of the target.

Li Jiangbo reminded him, "Ahua, look carefully."

Yuan Hua watched Li Jiangbo's movements carefully. He saw that Li Jiangbo moved quickly and fired his gun.

"Bang! Bang!" Two sounds, followed by a scream.

One of the henchmen had two additional colors on his chest and one on his forehead.

Li Jiangbo put down his gun. "This is called the Mozambique shooting method: two shots to the chest, one to the head. The first two shots incapacitate the opponent, and the third shot ensures he will never get up again. This move is most effective in close-quarters combat."

Yuan Hua nodded, then frowned and said, "But this is just marksmanship. We're filming an action scene; we can't just keep firing, can we?"

The bodyguards, Awei and Awen, were dumbfounded. They never expected their boss to be so professional with guns.

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These were actually simulated beforehand, including advanced simulations of master-level marksmanship and professional free-fighting techniques.

Li Jiangbo smiled and waved to Brother Dao in the distance.

Brother Dao ran over with two of his henchmen. "Mr. Li."

Li Jiangbo said, "Have your underling cooperate."

Brother Dao chuckled. "Mr. Li, how about I do it?"

He also wanted to test Li Jiangbo's skills, having listened all day to Yi Sheng, that fat bastard, boasting about how exaggerated Li Jiangbo's skills were.

Anyway, he didn't actually fall into Li Jiangbo's hands; he only fell into the hands of Li Jiangbo's bodyguard last time.

"Come on, hit me."

Dao Ge swung his fist in a wide arc, aiming straight for Li Jiangbo's face; this punch had a hint of revenge in it.

Li Jiangbo dodged to the side, grabbed Dao Ge's wrist, and with his other hand, he grabbed Dao Ge's elbow, then easily tripped him.

Dao Ge flipped over like a spinning top and crashed heavily to the ground.

Before he could react, Li Jiangbo was already on top of him, his knee pressed against Dao Ge's chest, and he pulled out a prop gun with one hand.

"Bang!"

Brother Dao was shot between the eyebrows and is dead.

The whole process took less than two seconds.

Yuan Hua opened his mouth wide, and Lin Zhengying's eyes widened in surprise.

Dao Ge lay on the ground, still completely dazed.

Li Jiangbo stood up, clapped his hands, and helped Dao Ge up.

"This is called Krav Maga. It's a fighting technique invented by the Hoopoe (Israel). It's all about killing, no fancy moves."

He turned to look at Yuan Hua, "Hua, your character is a retired Flying Tiger. You don't know fancy moves, but these deadly techniques. The moves may not look good, but they have to be fast, accurate, and ruthless, so that people feel pain just watching them."

Yuan Hua nodded thoughtfully. "I understand, Director."

Li Jiangbo took another machete from Brother Dao's henchman and walked up to the pork target.

With a flash of light, Li Jiangbo drew his sword with lightning speed.

In the blink of an eye, three more wounds appeared on the pork skewer, each one in a vital spot.

Dao Ge's eyelids twitched. He had been in the underworld for so many years and had seen people who could fight, but he had never seen anyone who could fight like this.

This technique is more professional than that of professional assassins.

Awei, who was standing to the side, was also a little dumbfounded. He felt that Li Jiangbo's knife skills were very similar to the knife skills they learned in the army.

"Do you understand?"

Yuan Hua swallowed hard. "I...I understand."

"What do you understand?"

"Fast, accurate, and ruthless. No nonsense, just kill."

Li Jiangbo nodded in satisfaction. "Yes, that's the right approach. This month, focus on practicing this. If you have free time, you can ask Awei for advice; he has experience."

Awei, standing not far away, nodded upon hearing this.

After watching Yuan Hua practice for a while, Li Jiangbo asked Awei to give him guidance, while he chatted with Lin Zhengying who was standing to the side.

"Brother Ying, you don't mind me calling you that, do you?"

Lin Zhengying shook his head, his face revealing no emotion. "I don't mind."

Li Jiangbo wasn't angry; he knew that Lin Zhengying was that kind of person.

"Was the movement I just demonstrated difficult?"

Lin Zhengying pondered for a moment, "No, but I will get hurt."

Li Jiangbo nodded. "It's okay, just practice more. If all else fails, we can use people from the gang; they're all social scum anyway."

"it is good."

Li Jiangbo was speechless. Was Lin Zhengying really like this? Did he really speak so concisely? There were quite a few lines in the movie; how did he memorize them?

Just then, several black cars stopped at the entrance to the dock in the distance.

Seven or eight people got off the bus, led by a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.

They walked briskly and aggressively towards us.

Dao Ge's expression changed slightly. He moved closer to Li Jiangbo and said, "Mr. Li, that's Chen Huimin, the head of the 14K in Tsim Sha Tsui."

Li Jiangbo raised an eyebrow. Chen Huimin? He knew that person very well! Hadn't she left the gang yet at this time?

Chen Huimin's purpose was clear: she walked directly up to Li Jiangbo and extended her hand.

"Director Li, I've long admired your name."

Li Jiangbo was taken aback for a moment. "Mr. Chen, you're too kind. What brings you here today?"

Chen Huimin laughed and took out a business card from his pocket and handed it over.

"I heard Director Li is filming a new movie, and I wanted to see if there's any opportunity to work together. I have a few brothers under my command who are quite skilled. Also..."

He paused for a moment, then added, "I have some spare cash that I'd like to invest in Director Li's film."

Li Jiangbo took the business card, glanced at it, and casually put it in his pocket.

"Cooperation is possible, but investment is out of the question. I don't accept foreign investment here."

Chen Huimin felt somewhat upset upon hearing this. What he said at the beginning was not his true intention; what he said later was his real purpose.

He had his eye on Li Jiangbo, who was currently riding high, and wanted Li Jiangbo to help him make money.

After a long silence, Chen Huimin finally spoke, "Can't this matter be made more leniently?"

Li Jiangbo shook his head, "I only accept clean money here, you..."

Upon hearing this, Chan Wai-man was overjoyed. "Haha! I can fulfill this request. To be honest, I've started a film company in recent years, and I've made some money from making movies lately."

"As long as it's clean money, it's fine, but let's do it next time. I've already finished preparing for this movie."

Chen Huimin glanced at the bodyguards around Li Jiangbo, not daring to be too presumptuous. There had been rumors in the underworld that the bodyguards around Li Jiangbo were all veterans of war.

"Okay, as long as Director Li includes me. By the way, what kind of roles will I and my underlings get this time?"

Li Jiangbo laughed and said, "Villain, how about the villain from the Japanese gang?"

Chen Huimin shook her head. "Japanese chicken? Forget it, I hate Japanese chicken more than anything in my life!"

Li Jiangbo glanced at Chen Huimin and thought to himself, "I didn't expect this gang leader to be so patriotic!"

Chen Huimin then changed the subject, "Director Li, I've heard your bodyguard skills are excellent. Could we have a friendly spar?"

Li Jiangbo shook his head at Awen, "Play with Min-ge for a while."

Five minutes later, Chen Huimin struggled to her feet, cupped her hands in greeting to Li Jiangbo, and said, "Director Li's bodyguards are indeed as good as their reputation suggests."

Ah Wen was also slightly injured, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

With the help of her subordinates, Chen Huimin was about to leave.

Li Jiangbo shouted towards Chen Huimin, "Mr. Chen, tell the people from the Number Gang not to mess with me. I hate trouble the most."

Chen Huimin paused for a moment, then waved and left without looking back.