Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

“Okay.” She stood up, gracefully adjusting her gossamer-thin nightgown. Without the slightest annoyance, she said with composure, “Since Mr. Long has said so, I naturally have to consider my husband’s health. So, thank you for your hard work tonight.”

She walked gracefully towards the door. As she brushed past Long Yan, she suddenly stopped, leaned close to his ear, and whispered in a provocative and seductive voice—a voice only the two of them could hear:

"However, Mr. Long, your yang energy seems to be much stronger than my husband's (Zhao Ma Zhao). I hope that tonight you won't just focus on suppressing other people's evil energy and end up burning yourself to replenish your energy."

After saying that, she gently blew a breath into Long Yan's ear, then let out a soft, bell-like laugh before gracefully leaving.

Long Yan's body stiffened for a moment. He could smell the rich, aggressive fragrance emanating from her.

Inside the bedroom, Zhou Xingxing watched the enchantress finally leave, then collapsed onto the bed like a lump of mud. He gave Long Yan a thumbs up, his face full of relief at surviving such a close call.

Long Yan, however, stood still, his brows slightly furrowed. He could sense that the woman had shifted her dangerous, predatory gaze from Zhou Xingxing to himself.

Chapter 258 A Battleground at the Memorial Service

Three days later, it was Wang Baiwan's official memorial service.

The memorial service was held at one of Hong Kong's top funeral homes. Ostensibly a tribute to this business tycoon, it actually became a social spectacle for the upper class, and also a police operation to monitor reactions from all sides.

Stephen Chow, dressed in an expensive black handmade suit with a white flower pinned to his chest, forced a sorrowful expression, playing the role of a "heartbroken" family member of the deceased (even though the deceased was nominally himself). Long Yan, dressed in a black outfit and wearing sunglasses, followed closely behind him, playing the role of a "loyal" bodyguard.

The memorial service was a grand affair, with dignitaries from politics and business, film stars, and various other sectors coming to pay their respects. Everyone was impeccably dressed and solemn, yet beneath this solemnity, undercurrents surged, and each harbored their own hidden agendas.

As the "widow," Judy Tom was undoubtedly the focus of the entire event. She wore a custom-made black 747 gown by a French designer, its tailored fit perfectly highlighting her mature and flawless figure. A thin black veil covered her face, obscuring her expression but adding to her mysterious and noble aura.

She was like a true queen, gracefully responding to the greetings of guests from all walks of life, exuding an irresistible charm with every gesture.

Zhou Xingxing's task was to carefully observe each guest who came to pay their respects in the crowd, trying to find potential suspects. However, his gaze was soon drawn to three unexpected yet incredibly familiar figures.

He noticed that among the mourners were three "school beauties" from St. Yu-Chiang Middle School—He Min, Cindy, and Annie.

"Holy crap! How did they get here?!" Zhou Xingxing cried out inwardly, feeling utterly bewildered.

Clearly, the three of them were here for different reasons.

Ms. He Min was invited by the police as a "psychological counselor" to conduct psychological profiling of key individuals when necessary. She wore a well-fitting black business suit, exuding a gentle and intellectual air, making her stand out in this setting.

Annie came with her father, real estate tycoon Li Jianbang. The Wang family and the Li family had long-standing business dealings, so it was only natural for them to be present. She still had that noble and aloof princess demeanor, but her eyes held a hint of impatience.

What surprised Stephen Chow the most was Cindy. She had come as Wang Baiwan's business partner and the daughter of another underworld boss. She had changed her usual hot-tempered delinquent style, wearing a tight black leather jacket and pants, showing off her wild figure to the fullest, and looked even more intimidating than many of the underworld figures present.

The appearance of the three women instantly made the already complicated situation even more chaotic. And this chaos reached its peak when they all saw (ahcc) standing quietly behind Tang Judy, like a javelin.

At that moment, a fierce battle ignited in the eyes of all three girls!

In their eyes, Long Yan's disappearance was already a major worry. Now, they discovered that he had become the bodyguard of the infamous "Black Widow," a woman known throughout Hong Kong for her dangerous reputation! This was like lambs to the slaughter!

It was as if invisible sparks of electricity suddenly burst forth in the air.

A top-tier power struggle revolving around Long Yan, involving three campus goddesses and a wealthy heiress, officially began at what should have been a solemn and dignified memorial service.

Teacher He Min's eyes were filled with worry. She was concerned that Long Yan would get involved in the feuds and conflicts within the wealthy family and suffer harm.

Annie's eyes revealed undisguised hostility and possessiveness. In her view, Long Yan belonged to her, and any woman who dared to approach him was an enemy.

Cindy's eyes held a raw, challenging fighting spirit. She was never one to back down; the stronger the opponent, the more excited she became.

The three of them simultaneously ended their condolences, raised their champagne glasses, and slowly walked towards the eye of the storm—Judy Tang and Long Yan.

Seeing this, Stephen Chow was so shocked he almost spilled his champagne. He frantically looked at Long Yan with pleading eyes, silently mouthing, "Master! Your harem is here to cause trouble! Think of something!"

Long Yan remained expressionless, wearing sunglasses that revealed no emotion whatsoever. It was as if the impending storm had nothing to do with him.

However, he knew that this war, started by a few women, was probably no less dangerous than facing real killers.

Chapter 259 School Beauty, Teacher, Widow: Three Women Make a Drama

When He Min, Cindy, and Annie, each holding a glass of champagne, surrounded Tang Judy and Long Yan from different directions, the air seemed to freeze instantly. Zhou Xingxing, standing to the side, was so nervous that he even held his breath, feeling as if he was witnessing not an ordinary social occasion, but the beginning of an epic battle.

The first to launch an "attack" was Cindy, who is always straightforward and fiery.

She swirled the champagne in her glass, her large, untamed eyes scanning Tang Judy from head to toe without any attempt to hide it. A defiant smile played on her lips as she spoke first: "Ms. Tang, please accept my condolences. But I've heard that Mr. Wang preferred young, lively, and energetic girls. You've become a widow at such a young age; your days ahead must be very lonely."

These words, seemingly comforting, are actually barbed in every sentence. They not only subtly imply that Judy Tom is a "husband-killer," but also boast about her youth, clearly showing her opposition to Judy Tom.

Stephen Chow, who was listening nearby, broke out in a cold sweat. He thought to himself, "This girl is too bold. She's just rubbing salt into his wounds!"

However, there was no anger on Tom Judy's face. She gently swirled her wine glass, and through her black veil, looked at Cindy with a languid yet commanding gaze, her red lips slightly parted:

"Little sister, thank you for your concern. But a woman's value lies not in her age, but in her charm. Some things are refined over time, and you impulsive young girls will never learn them. Just like this glass of wine, only after enough years can it release its true aroma."

Her words, spoken casually yet subtly sharp, effortlessly defused Cindy's provocation and even ironically accused her of being naive and lacking in charm.

Cindy was speechless for a moment, her pretty face frozen in shock, unsure how to retort.

Just then, the ever-proud Annie spoke coldly. She didn't look at Judy, her gaze fixed on Long Yan, her voice carrying the unquestionable command typical of a young lady: "Long Yan, what are you doing here? This isn't a place for you. Come with me, my father is over there, he has something to say to you."

She wanted to strike at the root of the problem, taking Long Yan away from this dangerous place to assert her dominance.

Before Long Yan could answer, Tang Judy chuckled softly. She reached out and, with an extremely natural and intimate gesture, gently took Long Yan's arm, pulling him towards her, then said to Annie:

“Miss, I’m so sorry. Mr. Long is now my ‘personal’ bodyguard and cannot leave my side 24 hours a day. After all, I am a weak woman in a dangerous situation, and I need someone I can trust to protect me, don’t you think?”

She deliberately emphasized the word "private." The stark contrast between her seemingly weak demeanor and her assertive actions instantly made Anne's face turn extremely ugly.

Long Yan could feel Tang Judy's warm, soft touch on his arm, along with an aggressively alluring scent. He frowned almost imperceptibly, trying to pull his arm away, but Tang Judy held on even tighter.

Just as the atmosphere was about to explode, Ms. He Min, who had been silent all along, finally spoke. Her voice was still gentle, but it carried a strange, calming power.

"Ms. Tang, Annie, and Cindy, I understand how you feel. But today is Mr. Wang's memorial service, and we must still show respect for the deceased."

She first advised everyone to prioritize the overall situation, then looked at Long Yan, her gentle eyes filled with sincere concern: "Long Yan, I know you have your reasons. But please, you must be careful. If you encounter any trouble you can't handle... you can come to me anytime."

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These words were not provocative, nor were they veiled; they stemmed from the purest, most heartfelt concern. She didn't see Tang Judy as an enemy, but rather Long Yan as a student who needed protection.

This gentleness is the most lethal weapon.

It flowed like a clear spring through the hearts of everyone present, momentarily halting Judy Tom's aggressive aura.

Judy Tang gave He Min a deep look. For the first time, she felt a real threat from this seemingly harmless woman. Because in He Min's eyes, she saw something she had long lost—purity.

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“This… must be the famous Ms. He Min from St. Yuqiang Middle School?” Tang Judy’s tone softened a bit. “I’ve heard so much about you. Thank you for your concern. I will take good care of my ‘Mr. Dragon’.”

She asserted her sovereignty again, but her momentum had weakened somewhat.

Thus, a war without gunpowder, initiated by four top beauties, temporarily came to a strange end after several rounds of witty exchanges.

Stephen Chow watched in stunned silence. He felt that the conversation between these women was a million times more mind-bending than any unsolved case in the police force.

Long Yan remained an outsider throughout. Wearing sunglasses and remaining silent, he became the most stable and coveted center in this storm. Finally, he gave an extremely subtle nod in the direction of Teacher He Min.

This subtle movement was keenly observed by Judy. A more complex glint flashed in her eyes, a mixture of jealousy and competitiveness. She felt that conquering this young monk seemed more interesting and challenging than she had imagined.

Chapter 260 Interrogation of Black Widow

Following the controversy surrounding the memorial service, the police investigation officially entered its core phase. To gather more evidence and signal to the public that "the police have identified a suspect," Inspector Wong decided to conduct a formal, routine summons and interrogation of the case's prime suspect—Judy Tong.

Inside the interrogation room, the lights were blindingly white, and the atmosphere was icy.

Judy Tang, still dressed in a black dress, sat elegantly in the interrogation chair. Opposite her were two experienced officers from the Major Crimes Unit. Stephen Chow, posing as a "family member of the deceased," sat next to Judy Tang, ostensibly to "assist in the investigation," but in reality, he was a "human camera" planted by Inspector Wong to observe Judy Tang's micro-expressions.

In the adjacent listening room, Inspector Wong, Uncle Tat, Lung Yen, and others were closely watching every move in the interrogation room through one-way glass and countless high-definition cameras.

"Master, this time it all depends on you!" Before entering the interrogation room, Zhou Xing repeatedly instructed Long Yan, "I only have that tattered manual in my head. If they ask any more in-depth questions, I'll definitely give myself away. You must teach me how to answer word by word through the earpiece!"

Long Yan nodded, indicating that he understood.

The interrogation officially began.

“Ms. Tang,” the presiding officer asked bluntly, “where were you and what were you doing on the night of the incident, between 9 p.m. and 11 p.m. on the 13th of this month?”

Judy didn't answer immediately. She leaned back lazily in her chair, reached out her right hand, and pulled a women's cigarette from the cigarette case on the table. Seeing this, Stephen Chow jumped in fright, quickly grabbed a lighter, and tremblingly leaned forward to light her cigarette.

Because of nervousness, I pressed the start button several times, but still couldn't get the engine running.

Judy glanced at his pathetic appearance, a mocking smile playing on her lips, and simply put the cigarette back in the pack.

“That night,” she finally spoke, her voice calm and magnetic, “I was reading in the study in the master bedroom. My husband was doing business in his own study. We…we slept in separate rooms for quite some time.”

Her answer was flawless and without any flaws.

The presiding officer frowned and changed the question: "According to our investigation, Mr. Wang bought you a life insurance policy worth 300 million yuan before his death, with yourself as the beneficiary. How do you explain this?"

This is a rather pointed question.

Stephen Chow listened with his heart in his throat, feeling that the woman's next answer would be crucial.

Just then, Judy did something that made all the men in the listening room gasp.

She slowly and gracefully crossed her left leg over her right. Because she was wearing a short skirt, this movement revealed glimpses of what lay beneath, leaving much to the imagination.

This perfectly replicates Sharon Stone's most famous and captivating interrogation scene from the classic film "Basic Instinct"!

Inside the interrogation room, the two young police officers in charge of the interrogation were instantly stunned, their cheeks flushed, and their breathing became rapid. Even Uncle Da in the listening room was drooling, muttering to himself, "A monster... truly a monster..."

Only Long Yan remained expressionless.

Judy seemed quite pleased with the commotion she had created. Looking at the two stunned officers opposite her, she parted her red lips slightly and replied in a provocative yet innocent tone, "Insurance? That's proof of his love for me. He said he loved me, and even if he died, he would make sure I had enough money to live the most luxurious life in the world. Is loving someone a sin, officer?"

Her words were so pitiful, and her alluring demeanor could easily make any man lower his guard and even willingly take the blame for her.

"This...this..." The presiding police officer stammered, completely flustered.

Just then, Zhou Xingxing heard Long Yan's cold voice through his earphones.

Ask her, 'If that's the case, why can't I find any of the books Mr. Wang gave you in your study?'

Zhou Xingxing perked up, as if he had found his pillar of support. He immediately cleared his throat and, mimicking Long Yan's tone, asked in a deliberately profound manner, "Ms. Tang, you said that I... oh no, my husband loves you so much. Then why have I never seen a single book in your study that he gave you? Don't you two have any intellectual connection at all?"

This question was like a sharp knife, instantly piercing through Judy Tom's warm and gentle facade!

For the first time, the languid smile on Judy's face froze. A barely perceptible hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

In the listening room, Inspector Huang slapped his thigh excitedly: "Excellent! Well asked!"

Seeing that he had succeeded in his first strike, Zhou Xingxing's confidence soared. ... Just as he was about to press his advantage, Long Yan's second command came through his earpiece.

"Continue with the question, 'Mr. Wang is a devout believer in feng shui and never kills any living creature. Why then, the day after the incident, did his family's cook prepare one of his favorite koi carp, which had been air-freighted from Japan?'"