I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 43 Tornado

The next afternoon

Police station

Song Sheng was invited into the police station as a guest under the pretext of assisting with an investigation.

The team was led by Detective Fei Bo, who was also the liaison between Hung Chun-nam and the foreign superintendent.

Where were you last night?

"Sleeping at home."

"Does anyone have vouched for you?"

How can I prove I was sleeping?

"Be honest, answer whatever they ask!"

"All right."

Do you know Fatty Corpse?

"Know."

"How did you meet?"

"That guy and a bunch of thugs smashed up my and my friend's newspaper office."

Why?

"He wanted to take 70% of our shares for 2,000 yuan. What a joke! Why doesn't he just rob a bank? Of course we disagreed."

"So you killed him?"

"Huh? Sir, are you kidding me? They're triad bosses, they're extorting us. I was even thinking of calling the police, but I didn't dare to fight them!"

"Then why wasn't the police called?"

"He threatened us, but we were outnumbered and unarmed, so how could we dare to do it?"

Fei Bo looked Song Sheng up and down; this kid didn't seem like someone who was visiting the police station for the first time.

Suddenly, a colleague came over and whispered a few words in his ear.

Fei Bo's expression changed, and he looked at Song Sheng: "Alright, since someone has bailed you out, then this is none of your business. You can leave."

"Thanks, officer."

After saying that, Song Sheng stood up and stretched his limbs, which had gone numb from sitting for so long. He then finished his coffee in one gulp and said, "This coffee is just so-so. Next time I'll buy some better quality and add some sugar. It's a bit too bitter."

"That kid's really gone too far," muttered the colleague sitting next to Fatty Bo. Turning around, he said, "Brother Bo, who was it that said that? Why were they let him go so quickly?"

"Who else could it be?" Fatty looked constipated. The only person who could make him obey his every word was his foreign boss. Who else had that kind of authority?

I never expected that I would be bailed out so soon after I brought them in.

Just who is this kid?

The person who bailed Song Sheng out was Mia's man. After greeting Song Sheng respectfully, he left a business card and took his leave.

As Song Sheng stepped out of the police station, he bumped into Hong Zhennan, who was walking towards him: "Hey, Master Hong?"

"Huh?" Hong Zhennan was still carrying a bulging paper bag. Noticing Song Sheng, he was slightly taken aback. "Master Song, what are you doing here?"

"Good citizen, come and cooperate with the police investigation." Song Sheng smiled: "What's this?"

"It's nothing," Hong Zhennan said, having come to hand over money to the foreign police superintendent. He wasn't in the mood to say anything more.

As he turned to go inside, he suddenly remembered something and stopped: "Wait, Master Song."

"Um?"

"Please wait for me a moment. I'll go inside for a bit and then I'll bring you something when I come out."

Song Sheng nodded.

A short while later

Hung Chen-nan walked out of the police station with a somewhat grim expression.

The foreign police superintendent has been making him lead a team to set up the venue and also wants them to perform on stage at the opening ceremony of the boxing match. The problem is that the other party is greedy and doesn't want to give them a single penny of wages, making them do volunteer work!

If it were just this once, it would be fine, but this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and Hong Zhennan had been holding back his anger for a long time.

If it weren't for the circumstances, and the fact that he had several hundred men working for him, Hong Zhennan would have quit long ago!

Song Sheng could roughly guess what was going on, and casually offered a reassuring question: "Master Hong, you don't look well, are you alright?"

"It's nothing," Hong Zhennan pursed his lips. "Master Song, I've heard that you've been vigorously promoting traditional Chinese martial arts."

I have a few tickets here for a Western boxing match that's going to be held in a few days. You can bring your martial arts school members and go check it out.

There will be quite a few reporters in the audience, and I'll find an opportunity to arrange for everyone to perform on stage, which will also help boost the popularity of each martial arts school.

Song Sheng glanced at him.

Hong Zhennan is an exceptionally domineering person who dislikes being questioned or denied. However, he is a good person in other aspects and has his own principles, especially when it comes to Chinese martial arts.

Even though he had never liked Song Sheng, Song Sheng's actions still made him willing to help him.

Although Song Sheng had already obtained the tickets from Mia, he did not refuse Hong Zhennan's invitation: "Thank you, Master Hong."

"By the way, I'm going to take a look around the venue later. Do you want to come along? We can get a feel for what a Western boxing ring looks like beforehand."

"Will this be too much trouble for you?"

"It's nothing."

……

The boxing match was held in a large theater.

There were also many Hung Kuen disciples in the arena, setting up rows of seats, as well as ropes and other equipment for the boxing ring.

Hong Zhennan gestured with his chin toward the boxing ring: "Look, that's the Western boxing ring, it has a lot of rules."

This theater will be the venue in a few days. It can accommodate three or four hundred people, and we should invite quite a few newspaper reporters.

"If you were to go on stage, you could perform more beautifully and better promote traditional Chinese martial arts."

Just then, a group of people walked in through the main entrance of the theater.

Leading the way was Fatty, who was in charge of guiding the way. Following closely behind were three foreigners: a foreign police superintendent, August, the person in charge of the boxing ring, and the boxing champion Tornado, who was chatting and laughing with them.

Following closely behind were the boxing referees and some on-site staff.

When Fei Bo noticed Song Sheng, he was clearly taken aback.

But he didn't care about anything else, he jogged over and patted Hong Zhennan on the shoulder: "Master Hong, come here, let me introduce you to Mr. Boxing King."

Just as Hong Zhennan was about to follow, Song Sheng reminded him, "Master Hong, there's no need to go and make a fool of yourself. Those foreigners are arrogant and will not look at you seriously until you defeat them."

"Subdue him? What nonsense are you talking about, kid?" Fatty Bo muttered, then patted Hong Zhennan's chest and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. I'll introduce you to someone. Even if you don't care about the monk, you can still give me face."

After saying that, he greeted Tornado: "Mr. Tornado, this is Hong Zhennan, a master of Chinese Kung Fu."

A group of people walked by.

Tornado didn't even turn her head. She took off her coat and placed it in Hong Zhennan's hand, then walked straight past him.

Hong Zhennan's face darkened. He glanced at the tornado's back, then loosened his grip, letting his coat fall to the ground.

Fatty was quite flexible; he picked it up without hesitation while reassuring everyone, "These foreigners just like to litter, don't mind them."

Song Sheng shook his head, deciding not to stay and make a fool of himself.

Reasoning with these foreigners is useless; we need to use other methods.

Unfortunately, Hung Chen-nan had too many concerns and couldn't be decisive.

So, it's better to be single.

You can't take anything with you when you're born, and you can't take anything with you when you die.