Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

Stephen Chow immediately recited the script and threw out the question.

Judy's face darkened further. She hadn't expected her clueless "husband" to ask such a tricky, detail-oriented question. She subconsciously glanced at the air behind Stephen Chow, as if she could sense an unseen mastermind orchestrating everything from behind the scenes.

Long Yan completely controlled the pace of the interrogation. Through Zhou Xingxing, he asked one incisive question after another, peeling away layer by layer the psychological defenses that Tang Judy had carefully constructed.

Stephen Chow became more and more excited as he spoke, and even began to improvise, adding some of his own invented questions full of Hong Kong-style nonsensical humor to Long Yan's instructions.

"And another thing! You say you love him, so why have you never made his favorite salted egg steamed meatloaf even once?!"

"And another thing! He likes to pick his nose with the tip of his left toe while he's sleeping. How come you didn't know about such an important habit?!"

This abrupt change in tone left Officer 2.2 in the interrogation room and Inspector Wong in the listening room speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Meanwhile, Long Yan let out a soft, helpless sigh through his earpiece.

What should have been a serious interrogation turned into a farcical spectacle thanks to Long Yan's precise strikes and Zhou Xingxing's nonsensical disruptions.

But Judy Tom couldn't laugh.

Looking at her "husband," who was sometimes as shrewd as a falcon and sometimes as foolish as a pig, she was 100% certain that he was an imposter.

And that truly fascinating soul, the one who manipulates everything from behind the scenes…

Her gaze seemed to pierce through the cold one-way glass, landing on the young bodyguard in the adjacent listening room, who was resting with his eyes closed, like an old monk in meditation.

A smile, full of conquering intent and danger, reappeared on her lips.

The game is getting more and more fun.

Chapter 261 Judy Tom and Long Yan Discuss Buddhism

The absurd and farcical interrogation ended prematurely due to Judy Tom's "illness." Although the police obtained no substantial confessions, this confrontation gave all participants a completely new and transformative understanding.

On his way back to the Wang family mansion, Zhou Xingxing was so excited he was practically dancing with joy. He felt like a born actor, a veritable Sherlock Holmes of the police force. He boasted to Long Yan in vivid detail about how he had come up with those "genius" questions at the "critical moment," driving Tang Judy into a corner.

Long Yan listened quietly, without exposing him. He understood that allowing Zhou Xingxing to maintain this blind confidence would help him better play the role of that "foolish and arrogant" fake tycoon.

Meanwhile, Judy Tom, back home, had a completely different mindset.

She shed her black "battle robes" and immersed herself in a warm bathtub filled with rose essential oil. The swirling steam blurred her stunningly beautiful face, but could not conceal the cold, hunter-like glint in the depths of her eyes.

“Zhou Xingxing…” she said, her red lips barely touching the name, her tone full of undisguised contempt and sarcasm, “No, he should be called… Mr. Imposter.”

After just one brief interrogation, she was absolutely certain that the "husband" sitting next to her was a complete imposter. His nervousness, cowardice, and those contradictory behaviors—sometimes foolish, sometimes brilliant—all pointed to one answer: he was a puppet being manipulated.

A pathetic woman with terrible acting skills, yet who happens to have the exact same face as her deceased husband.

Killing such a good-for-nothing would be easy for her, but it would also be utterly boring.

Her interest had completely shifted away from the puppet. Another figure kept appearing in her mind.

The young bodyguard who always wore sunglasses, standing quietly behind Stephen Chow like a lifeless sculpture.

Dragon Flame.

It was him. He must be the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, Judy Tom was absolutely certain. Those tricky questions, that composed demeanor, that all-knowing pressure—there was no way that could come from a good-for-nothing like Stephen Chow.

What's even more interesting is that this man seems completely immune to his own charm.

Judy Tang had met all sorts of men in her life. Some were head over heels for her, some drooled over her, and some pretended to be virtuous gentlemen. But she had never met anyone like Long Yan. Even through his sunglasses, she could feel the calm in his eyes. It wasn't repression, it wasn't pretense, but a genuine, heartfelt indifference.

It was as if, in his eyes, he was no different from the dust on the roadside.

This disregard did not frustrate Judy; instead, it aroused an unprecedented, queen-like desire to conquer within her.

The more difficult a man is to conquer, the more it proves his unparalleled charm.

She slowly rose from the bathtub. Water droplets rolled down her smooth, silky skin, refracting like diamonds under the light. She walked to the huge full-length mirror, admiring her perfect body, a body that could drive any man mad.

“Little monk…” She looked at herself in the mirror and gave a dangerous and playful smile, muttering to herself, “I want to see just how firm your Buddhist heart really is.”

She decided to change the rules of the game.

That evening, she didn't bother the terrified "fake husband" again. Instead, she summoned Long Yan to the villa's study under the pretext of "discussing security details."

Inside the study, only a dim desk lamp illuminated the room. Judy Tang had changed into a loose silk robe with a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of her fair skin and delicate collarbones. She didn't discuss security at all, but instead poured Long Yan a glass of expensive whiskey.

“Mr. Long, I’m very curious,” she pushed her wine glass towards Long Yan, her beautiful eyes seemingly captivating in the dim light, “why would someone like you be content to be a mere bodyguard?”

Long Yan didn't touch the glass of wine, but calmly replied, "In this world, all beings are equal. There is no difference in status between bodyguards and the wealthy; both are cultivators."

　747 “Cultivation?” Tang Judy chuckled, stood up and slowly walked around behind Long Yan, gently placing her hands on his shoulders. She could feel his solid muscles even through his clothes.

"So, what you're practicing is abstinence?" She leaned close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids, "When you're with a woman like me every day, haven't you ever had even the slightest... mortal thought?"

Her voice was magically seductive. Her fingertips began to lightly trace circles on his shoulder.

Long Yan's body remained completely still, like a true stone statue. He closed his eyes and slowly uttered four words:

The Heart Sutra says: "Form is emptiness."

“Really?” Tang Judy’s smile deepened, her fingers slowly sliding down his neck. “Then… let me personally verify just how empty your ‘emptiness’ really is.”

This time, she didn't need any excuses.

She had her target firmly set in mind.

The hunt has officially begun.

Chapter 262 Poolside Assassination

After the provocative verbal advances in the study were effortlessly defused by Long Yan's simple statement, "Form is emptiness," Tang Judy realized that mere verbal seduction was far from enough to subdue this man. The strength of his resolve far exceeded her expectations.

To break through this iceberg, we must adopt a more direct, more intense, and visually impactful approach.

The next afternoon, the sun shone brightly and a gentle breeze blew.

Judy changed into a black bikini swimsuit with very little fabric. The swimsuit's design accentuated the curves of the female body to the fullest, perfectly exposing her slender waist, pert buttocks, and impressive bust.

She put on a pair of large sunglasses and lazily lay on a beach chair by the villa's sapphire-blue private pool, enjoying the sun.

"Go and invite Mr. Long here," she instructed the servant beside her. "Tell him that I am a little scared here alone and need his protection at all times."

Soon, Long Yan appeared by the pool.

He was still dressed in a black outfit, completely out of place in the relaxed, sunny atmosphere around him. He simply stood quietly in the shade about five meters away, wearing sunglasses, arms crossed, like a dutiful shadow.

Looking at his clueless and oblivious expression, Tang Judy felt both amused and annoyed. She slowly removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of captivating eyes, and said to Long Yan in a languid, coquettish tone:

"Mr. Long, the sun is so strong outside. Could you... come over and help me apply sunscreen? I can't reach it myself from behind."

As she spoke, she deliberately turned over, fully displaying her smooth, jade-like, and beautifully curved back to Long Yan. This was an invitation that no man could refuse.

However, Long Yan simply shook his head calmly and replied, "Madam's affairs can be left to the maids. My duty is security, not service..."

"You..." Tang Judy was speechless for a moment, a nameless anger rising in her heart.

She gritted her teeth, ignored him, and with a "plop," gracefully leaped into the clear pool.

She was like a real mermaid, gracefully displaying her figure in the water. Sometimes she swam on her back, sometimes she swam the breaststroke; every stroke and turn seemed meticulously designed, showcasing the ultimate charm of the female body.

This is a seductive water ballet performed exclusively for Long Yan.

However, Long Yan remained motionless, like a sculpture.

Judy swam a few laps, but seeing he was still the same, she couldn't help feeling discouraged. She popped her head out of the water, shook her wet hair, and water droplets splashed, sparkling in the sunlight. She was about to say something to provoke this blockhead.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

A man disguised as a gardener, who had been trimming flowers and plants nearby, suddenly had a fierce glint in his eyes! He swiftly pulled a gleaming military dagger from his toolbox and, like a cheetah hunting its prey, silently pounced on the unsuspecting Tom Judy in the pool!

His target wasn't Long Yan on the shore, but Tang Judy in the water!

Everything happened so fast that Judy had no time to react! She only saw a dark figure rushing towards her, and all she could see in her eyes was the desperate, chilling glint of a dagger!

"careful!"

A low shout, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

Just before the dagger was about to pierce Tang Judy's body, a figure moved faster than the assassin! Long Yan moved! He lightly touched the ground with his toes, and like a cannonball, he instantly covered a distance of five meters, arriving first despite being behind, and jumped directly into the pool, splashing a huge spray of water!

He grabbed Tom Judy's slender waist in the water and pulled her back sharply, narrowly avoiding a fatal stab!

The assassin, having missed his first strike, showed no further interest in fighting and instead swung his knife at Long Yan's chest.

The pool water instantly turned murky. The confined space and the immense resistance of the water made the battle exceptionally dangerous.

With one hand, Long Yan tried to protect the terrified Judy in his arms, while with the other he had to fend off the assassin's deadly attacks. In the chaos, their bodies inevitably pressed tightly together.

Judy could clearly feel the heat emanating from Long Yan's powerful, muscular body through the thin bikini. She could smell the unique scent of sandalwood mixed with male hormones emanating from him. She could even feel his heart pounding rapidly from the battle.

At that moment, the fear brought on by the life-or-death crisis was replaced by a stronger, unfamiliar, and exhilarating feeling. Her cheeks became burning hot in the icy pool water.

Long Yan's eyes were devoid of any other thoughts, only filled with icy killing intent. He held back no longer, spinning in the water to dodge the dagger, and simultaneously delivering a precise chop to the assassin's wrist holding the knife!

A crisp "snap!" was heard.

The assassin let out a muffled groan, the dagger slipping from his grasp and sinking to the bottom of the water. Long Yan pressed his advantage, delivering a powerful palm strike imbued with internal energy, slamming it heavily into the assassin's chest!

"puff!"

The assassin spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining a patch of water red. His body went limp, and he fainted, floating on the surface.

The battle ended in just over ten seconds.

Looking at Tang Judy, whose cheeks were flushed and eyes were glazed, Long Yan realized just how intimate and ambiguous their posture was. He frowned slightly, immediately released her, put his arm around her waist, and led her to the edge of the pool.

"Are you alright?" he asked in a low voice.

"I..." Judy's voice trembled slightly as she looked at Long Yan's handsome face, so close to hers and glistening with water droplets. As if possessed, she reached out and gently stroked his cheek, murmuring, "I'm alright... With you here, how could anything happen to me..."

Just as the ambiguous atmosphere was about to reach its peak, the panicked shouts of Stephen Chow and his servants came from inside the villa, completely shattering the tranquility.

Long Yan quickly regained his composure. He helped Tang Judy ashore, then turned over and pointed at the assassin in the water. He coldly told Zhou Xingxing, who had rushed over, "Call the police. Arrest him and interrogate him properly."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind only a figure that was soaking wet and had a straight back.

As Tang Judy watched his retreating figure, she looked down at her own body, which was trembling slightly from the intimate contact just now. For the first time, a look of determination, like a hunter locking onto its prey, appeared in her eyes.

She knew that she had secretly carved a crack in this iceberg.

Chapter 263 Judy's Midnight Lesson

The thrilling assassination attempt by the pool suddenly heightened the tension throughout the Wang family mansion. Stephen Chow was terrified, even needing Long Yan to guard him outside the bathroom. For Judy Tang, however, this crisis became a catalyst for her relationship with Long Yan.