Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

Hearing the busy tone in his earpiece, Zhou Xingxing felt like crying. He turned to Long Yan, as if grasping at a last straw: "Master, what do you think?"

Long Yan was wiping the 747 "Golden Bodhi Leaf" he had just recovered with a clean cloth. Without looking up, he said calmly, "When soldiers come, we will block them; when water comes, we will dam it. To go or not to go is all cause and effect. If you are afraid, then don't go."

"Of course I'm scared!" Stephen Chow almost cried. "But it's an order! Master, you have to come with me! I only have the courage with you here!"

“The butler said you should go ‘alone’.” Long Yan shook his head. “If I go with them, they definitely won’t make a move. Only by going by yourself can you lure them out.”

"Then am I doomed?!" Stephen Chow was utterly desperate.

"Don't worry," Long Yan raised his head and looked at him, a reassuring light flashing in his calm eyes, "Although I won't travel with you, I will be nearby. If you are in trouble, I will help you."

He took an ordinary banyan leaf from his pocket and handed it to Stephen Chow.

"Keep this leaf close to your body. In a moment of crisis, crush it, and I will know your location."

Zhou Xingxing accepted the leaf with some skepticism, feeling as if he had received a talisman of dubious authenticity. But at this moment, he had no choice but to believe.

And so, with a sense of tragic grandeur, like the poem "The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return," Stephen Chow boarded a private car alone on his way to the outskirts of the city.

The car drove on and eventually stopped at a huge, abandoned cargo terminal. It was deserted, with only the howling sea wind and a few rusty, abandoned warehouses.

"Butler... Mr. Butler?" Zhou Xingxing got out of the car, looking at the desolate scene, and felt a chill run down his spine. "The real estate project you mentioned, is it here?"

The old butler followed behind him, a strange smile on his face: "Yes, sir. The feng shui here is excellent. It is especially suitable... as your final resting place."

Before he could finish speaking, the doors of the surrounding warehouses burst open with a loud crash! Dozens of black-clad assassins, armed with sharp blades and with fierce eyes, surrounded Zhou Xingxing like demons emerging from hell!

The leader was none other than the assassin who had tried to kill Tang Judy in the pool, only to have his wrist broken by Long Yan! His broken hand was in a cast and hanging in front of his chest, and his eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Zhou Xingxing.

"Imitation, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

Seeing this scene, Stephen Chow's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down on the spot. He forced himself to remain calm and shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "You...you (ahcc) don't come any closer! I...I'm Wang Baiwan! If you dare touch me, I'll make you regret it!"

"Hahaha..." The assassins burst into laughter. "Wang Baiwan? The real Wang Baiwan has long been dealt with by us! As for you... go down and join him!"

With a wave of his hand, the lead assassin and all the assassins brandished their knives, charging towards Zhou Xingxing with intense killing intent!

"Ah—! Help!" Zhou Xingxing was terrified. He closed his eyes, frantically pulled a banyan leaf from his pocket, and crushed it to pieces with all his might!

"Master! Help me—!" he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Just moments before the sharp blade was about to strike him—

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar descended from the sky!

On the top of the containers at the highest point of the dock, a golden figure, like a god descending to earth, leaped down from a height of tens of meters!

Like a golden meteor, he crashed heavily onto the concrete ground between Zhou Xingxing and the assassins with unparalleled force! The entire ground trembled violently from the enormous impact, cracking open from the spot where he landed, forming a giant, spiderweb-like crater!

Dust flew everywhere, and shockwaves shot out!

All the assassins were so shocked by this earth-shattering scene that they retreated one after another, their faces filled with horror!

As the dust settled, Long Yan slowly rose from the deep pit. He dusted himself off, raised his head, and his eyes, not hidden by sunglasses, burned with an unprecedented, almost tangible, thunderous rage!

"You can touch him," his voice was cold and devoid of emotion, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, "but you, you shouldn't have, you absolutely shouldn't have..."

He paused, then flashed forward, instantly appearing in front of the leader of the assassins! So fast that the other party didn't even have time to react!

He grabbed the assassin by the neck, lifted him up with one hand, his eyes as cold as knives:

"...Anyone who touches me in front of me."

At this moment, he was no longer the gentle young man who chanted scriptures and recited Buddhist mantras.

Instead, it transforms into a fierce-looking guardian deity, vanquishing demons and monsters!

This was Long Yan's true, thunderous strike!

Chapter 269 The Real Culprit Revealed

The battle on the dock was less a battle and more a one-sided, overwhelming massacre.

Faced with the absolute power of Long Yan transformed into a guardian deity, dozens of ferocious assassins were like lambs to the slaughter. Long Yan didn't even use any complicated moves, relying solely on pure speed and strength to weave through the crowd, punching and kicking.

Each punch was accompanied by the crisp sound of bones shattering; each kick sent the enemy flying several meters away.

In less than a minute, all the assassins, along with the traitorous old butler, lay on the ground groaning in pain, incapacitated. Long Yan, however, remained perfectly composed, not even a corner of his clothes disheveled.

Stephen Chow watched in stunned silence, his admiration for Long Yan reaching an unparalleled level.

Upon receiving the signal, the police force lying in ambush in the distance quickly surrounded the scene and captured all the survivors.

From the ringleader, the police finally obtained a crucial clue—the one who issued the kill order and orchestrated everything was not an external enemy as they had anticipated, but rather someone from within the Wang family mansion! The real mastermind was hidden among a few key figures!

To lure out this most deeply lurking "venomous snake," Long Yan and Zhou Xingxing conspire to stage a grand "luring the snake out of its hole" drama.

That evening, a special "last supper" was held in the Wang family mansion restaurant.

Stephen Chow (disguised as Wang Baiwan) sat in the main seat. His face was made up to look unusually pale, and his neck was wrapped in thick gauze, making it look like he had "luckily escaped and was seriously injured" in the attack.

As usual, Long Yan stood quietly behind him.

At the dining table sat only three people—Judy Tang, Wenjing Cheng, and Chairman Lin, a veteran director of the Wang Group. These three were currently the prime suspects and the most likely to have access to core secrets.

The atmosphere at dinner was so oppressive it was suffocating.

“I never imagined… that someone close to me would want my life.” Zhou Xingxing spoke in a weak and indignant tone, following the lines Long Yan had taught him beforehand. “I have made a new will. After my death, all my assets will be donated to charity. And that murderer who tried to kill me… I will not leave him (her) a single penny!”

These words were undoubtedly a bombshell. It meant that if the murderer was someone close to him, then all his previous schemes would have been in vain.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three people at the table all underwent subtle changes.

A hint of greed and resentment flashed across Chairman Lin's face.

Judy Tom remained languid, only pausing for a moment as she swirled her wine glass.

Cheng Wenjing subconsciously pushed up her glasses, and her eyes behind the lenses became unusually sharp.

Just then, Long Yan spoke.

“Actually, I already know who the murderer is.” His voice was not loud, but it clearly drowned out everyone’s breathing. “Because the murderer is tainted with something that can never be washed away.”

"Something that can't be washed off?" Chairman Lin asked in confusion.

“That’s right.” Long Yan nodded, his gaze slowly sweeping over the three people present. “It’s ‘resentment’. The ice spike that killed Mr. Wang was made in an underground morgue that never saw the light of day and was filled with resentment. It was made by freezing the ice spike with the most yin water for forty-nine hours. This kind of ice spike is not only sharp and strong, but more importantly, it will carry that intense resentment to the murderer.”

"This kind of resentment might be imperceptible to ordinary people. But in the eyes of this humble monk, it is as clear as a firefly in the dark."

As he spoke, his gaze finally settled on... Cheng Wenjing.

“Miss Cheng,” he said calmly, “the 'smell' on you is too strong.”

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Cheng Wenjing's face turned deathly pale in an instant!

"You...you're talking nonsense!" she screamed in rebuttal. "I only smell of perfume! You're slandering me!"

"Is that so?" Long Yan shook his head, took something out of his pocket, and gently placed it on the dining table.

It was a small and exquisite cufflink.

"This cufflink was found on the leader of the assassins at the dock. As far as I know, there are only three pairs of these limited-edition Cartier cufflinks designed specifically for women in all of Hong Kong. One of the pairs was purchased by... Ms. Cheng Wenjing."

.... .... ....

“And what’s even more coincidental,” Long Yan’s voice turned icy, “I only saw one cufflink on the shirt you’re wearing today. The other one seems to be…missing.”

All eyes instantly focused on Cheng Wenjing's sleeve. Sure enough, her left sleeve was empty.

Cheng Wenjing's psychological defenses completely collapsed at this moment!

She stood up abruptly, her shrewd and capable facade replaced by a ferocious, crazed, and venomous expression!

“Yes! It was me! I killed Wang Baiwan!” she confessed hysterically. “That hypocrite! He promised me he would divorce Judy and be with me! But he lied to me time and time again! He only used me as a tool to pass messages between him and the ‘Pangu Creature’! He deserves to die! All of you men deserve to die!”

She frantically pulled something out of her handbag—a small, remote-controlled detonator connected to countless wires!

"Since I can't have it, then...none of you can have it either!" She grinned maliciously and pressed the red button hard!

"I've already planted explosives all over the load-bearing walls of this villa! You'll all go to hell with me!!" — Knife

Chapter 270 Bloodbath in a Wealthy Family: A Young Woman Seduces a Young Monk

The moment Cheng Wenjing pressed the detonator, the entire Wang family mansion erupted in a violent, earthquake-like roar!

"Boom——!!!"

High explosives buried throughout the villa detonated simultaneously! Huge fireballs erupted from windows and weak points in the walls, instantly transforming the luxurious decor into a burning hell! Crystal chandeliers on the ceiling crashed down, the ground shook violently, and shocking cracks appeared in the walls!

"Ah—747!"

Inside the restaurant, Mr. Lin screamed in terror as he was struck by a falling beam and instantly lost consciousness. Judy Tang also lost her balance due to the violent shaking and was about to be hit by a collapsing wine cabinet!

At the critical moment, a golden figure moved with lightning speed!

Long Yan took a step forward, ignoring the surrounding explosions and flames, and instantly appeared in front of Tang Judy. He wrapped one arm around her soft waist, holding her tightly in his embrace; with his other hand, he thrust upwards with a powerful palm strike!

"drink!"

With a deep shout, a powerful, visible golden wave of energy burst forth from his palm! The heavy solid wood wine cabinet was pushed several meters away by this palm strike and crashed to the other side!

Held tightly in Long Yan's arms, Tang Judy felt his strong, powerful chest and the immense strength that seemed capable of withstanding the apocalypse. Miraculously, her heart, pounding with fear, calmed down. She looked up at Long Yan's handsome profile, its sharp features accentuated by the firelight, her eyes filled with fascination.

"go!"

Without hesitation, Long Yan picked up Tang Judy and yelled at the terrified Zhou Xingxing. Then, he stomped his feet on the ground and, like a cannonball, smashed through the floor-to-ceiling window next to him, bursting out of this burning inferno!

Zhou Xingxing snapped out of his daze and scrambled to his feet, escaping behind him.

Outside the villa, fire trucks and police cars, which had been waiting in the wings, rushed in.

Cheng Wenjing, who ignited all of this, stood before the raging villa, letting out a maniacal laugh. Her laughter was shrill and desperate, and in the end, without hesitation, she turned and walked into the sea of ​​fire that could devour everything, choosing to perish together with her twisted love.

The crisis ended tragically.

The dust has settled, and dawn is approaching.

Outside the makeshift cordon, Long Yan gently put Tang Judy down from his arms.

Tang Judy's face was covered in dust, and her expensive dress was tattered, but her eyes were brighter than ever before.