Huayu: This director is pretty strong.

Chapter 156 Dimensional Reduction Attack and Two-Pronged Strangulation

Rewind forty minutes.

An abandoned building materials warehouse at the entrance of the Harbin Ring Expressway.

The snow is falling heavily.

The snow was ankle-deep.

Four heavy trucks bearing the words "Tianjin Port" were parked in an open space.

The carriage door was open, revealing the wooden crate inside containing the digital projector.

A bonfire was burning outside the warehouse gate.

Four thugs wearing military overcoats were warming themselves around a fire.

They were carrying pickaxe handles, and several empty beer bottles lay at their feet.

Wu Gang lay prone behind a snowdrift thirty meters away from the campfire.

He was wearing a white camouflage suit, blending into the snow.

Ten security personnel were positioned on either side of him.

They were holding black tactical batons.

Wu Gang raised his left hand and glanced at his watch.

The clock struck 8 p.m.

He gave a forward tactical signal.

Eleven white figures rose from the snow and, taking advantage of the wind and snow, quickly approached the campfire.

The sound of footsteps was drowned out by the howling wind.

We are still ten meters away from the campfire.

One of the thugs turned around, ready to pick up the beer bottle on the ground.

He saw a figure approaching through the wind and snow.

"who!"

The thug raised the pickaxe handle.

Wu Gang accelerated his sprint.

He jumped three meters away from the thug and thrust his right knee out.

The knee struck the thug in the chest.

The sound of ribs breaking could be clearly heard in the wind and snow.

The thug was sent flying backward and crashed into the campfire.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The other three thugs reacted and charged forward, wielding pickaxe handles.

Wu Gang landed.

He drew his tactical dagger from his waist with a backhand motion.

The blade reflected the firelight.

He sidestepped the oncoming pickaxe handle.

He grabbed the thug's wrist with his left hand and twisted it forcefully.

The dagger slashed across the thug's thigh.

The military overcoat was slashed.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The thug screamed and fell to the ground.

Ten security personnel rushed into the battlefield.

The baton strikes muscles and bones.

In less than a minute, all four thugs guarding the gate were rendered incapacitated and rolled around on the snow.

Wu Gang walked to the truck.

He inspected the equipment inside the carriage.

The wooden crate is intact.

"Leave two people to watch the car. The rest of you come with me into the warehouse."

Wu Gang wiped the blood off the dagger and sheathed it.

There were no lights inside the warehouse.

Only a few beams of flashlight light were flickering.

A dozen or so thugs gathered at the entrance to the basement.

They heard the commotion outside and were heading out with their weapons.

Wu Gang and his men blocked the entrance.

No nonsense.

The two sides collided directly.

Wu Gang snatched a steel pipe.

He specifically targets the opponent's joints and knees.

The swinging of the steel pipe created a whooshing sound.

Each blow was accompanied by the dull thud of bones breaking.

Security personnel formed a line and advanced steadily using shields and batons.

Ten minutes later, the warehouse fell silent.

The ground was littered with broken pickaxe handles and wailing thugs.

Wu Gang walked to the basement door.

He used an iron bar to pry open the lock.

Four truck drivers with their hands tied behind their backs huddled in a corner.

Wu Gang cut the ropes binding their hands.

"Go check the vehicle and prepare to start the engine."

Wu Gang said to the driver.

He walked up to the leader of the thugs.

The thug's right arm was unnaturally twisted.

Wu Gang squatted down, took out his phone, and turned on the recording function.

"Who ordered you to impound the vehicle?"

Wu Gang pointed the camera at the thug's face.

The thug gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Wu Gang gripped the thug's twisted right arm and slowly increased the pressure.

The thug let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

"Wang Biao! It was Brother Biao who made us do this! He said as long as we control the equipment, Chen Yan will be out of luck!"

Wu Gang saved the video.

He stood up and dialed Chen Yan's number.

The scene returns to the banquet hall on the second floor of the Songhua River Hotel.

Wu Gang's voice was steady through the hands-free speaker.

"All four drivers are safe. All thirty pieces of equipment are intact. The statements have been taken."

Chen Yan leaned back in his chair.

"Drive the car to the backup warehouse in Harbin. Send the statement to Lin Shufen."

"clear."

Wu Gang hung up the phone.

The banquet hall fell into dead silence.

Wang Biao's face turned ashen.

His vaunted grassroots violence proved utterly ineffective against absolute professional force.

"Chen Yan, do you think you can turn the tide just by taking back the equipment?"

Wang Biao braced his hands on the table. "The five major cinema chains cut off their film supply. They have your projector, but they can only play black screens!"

Chen Yan did not look at him.

He turned his head and nodded to Su Wan.

Su Wan took out her phone.

She made a transoceanic phone call.

Press speakerphone.

The phone rang three times before being answered.

"Ms. Su."

Pierre's English, spoken with a heavy French accent, came through.

"Mr. Pierre, is the agreement ready?"

Su Wan replied in fluent English.

"The agreement has been signed. Funds have been received."

Pierre's voice echoed in the banquet hall, "The exclusive Asian distribution rights for all commercial films in Gaumont's film library now belong to Yanying Culture. In addition, we have also completed the acquisition of the two Hollywood independent studio sci-fi blockbusters you specified through European channels."

Su Wan glanced at the cinema owners sitting at the table.

When can the digital key be sent?

"Anytime is fine. As long as your server is online, the video source will be transmitted synchronously."

Pierre answered.

"Thanks."

Su Wan hung up the phone.

Chen Yan placed his hands on the table, crossed.

He looked at Zhao Jianlin and Li Ming.

"The five major theater chains cut off your film stock. I'll give you digital film sources."

Chen Yan spoke calmly, "The highest-grossing commercial film in Europe, plus a Hollywood special effects blockbuster. A 0.5% screening rate—that's the rule they set for me. Here, how many screenings you schedule and how much money you make is up to you."

Zhao Jianlin's eyes lit up.

He looked at the Parker pen on the table.

Wang Biao slammed his hand on the table.

"Bullshit! Without the film's official seal, showing foreign films is a violation! The Cultural Bureau could shut down your cinema tomorrow!"

Wang Biao pointed at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan stood up.

He straightened the collar of his coat.

"Boss Wang, you're meddling too much."

Chen Yan looked at him and said, "My film went through a special channel for Sino-French cultural exchange. The document is on Principal Yan's desk, and the Ministry of Culture has stamped it with its official seal."

A flurry of footsteps could be heard outside the banquet hall.

The static of a police walkie-talkie filled the corridor.

The double wooden doors were pushed open completely.

More than a dozen fully armed special police officers stormed into the banquet hall.

The black muzzle of the gun was pointed at the men in military coats who were holding steel pipes.

"Drop your weapons! Put your hands behind your head!"

The officer in charge shouted.

The men in military overcoats dropped their steel pipes and squatted on the ground.

The officer walked to the main table.

He produced an arrest warrant and showed it to Wang Biao.

"Wang Biao, you are suspected of organizing and leading a criminal organization, forced transactions, and tax evasion. You are hereby arrested in accordance with the law."

The officer took out handcuffs.

Wang Biao took a step back.

He looked at Chen Yan, then at the police officer.

"You were in cahoots!"

Wang Biao gritted his teeth.

Two special police officers stepped forward and pinned Wang Biao to the table.

The handcuffs clicked shut.

Wang Biao was escorted out.

He turned his head as he passed by Chen Yan.

"Chen Yan, Zhang Jianguo won't let you get away with this!"

Wang Biao shouted.

Chen Yan ignored him.

He looked at the theater owners who were still sitting in their seats.

"The equipment will be delivered to your cinemas tonight. The technicians will install it overnight."

Chen Yan pointed to Wang Biao's franchise agreement on the table, "This piece of waste paper can be thrown away."

Su Wan took out another stack of documents from her briefcase.

Cooperation agreement with Yanying Culture.

"No franchise fee. Yanying only takes 20% of the box office revenue."

Su Wan distributed the agreement to the business owners present.

Zhao Jianlin picked up the Parker pen.

He signed his name on Yan Ying's agreement.

Li Ming followed closely behind.

Twenty-three business owners lined up to sign the agreement.

Chen Yan turned and walked towards the door.

Lin Qingqiu and Su Wan followed behind him.

The reporters quickly made way for them.

The flash captured Chen Yan's departing figure.