diymy Chapter 18: Ouko's 3 Punches
Chapter 18: Ouko's 3 Punches
Guan Shengbai did not go to find the other people in the film crew.
Yang Mi took the day off tonight and is still running an event in the next city.
After all, the closer an artist gets to the end of their contract with their company, the more pre- and post-contract activities they will have to deal with.
Including but not limited to 18 hours out of a 24-hour day, he is filled with various announcements and acting offers.
When attending business events, other staff members fly directly to their destination, while the core artists are made to transfer through war-torn regions... and so on.
This is a rule in the entertainment industry.
Guo Caijie and Guan Shengbai can be contacted, but the fewer people who know about this, the better.
So he went straight to Xie Yilin's door.
When Xie Yilin opened the door, she was still wearing a face mask, a large polka-dot bathrobe, and a lollipop in her mouth.
Seeing Guan Shengbai's serious expression, she paused for a second, then tore off the face mask without saying a word.
Guan Shengbai didn't explain much, he just handed her his phone and showed it to her.
The moment Xie Yilin saw those two words, she almost dropped the lollipop in her mouth.
Her expression changed instantly, but she moved faster than anyone else.
She grabbed a down jacket and put it on, then picked up her car keys and rushed after Guan Shengbai toward the elevator.
On the road, Guan Shengbai drove very fast.
Xie Yilin sat in the passenger seat, her fingers gripping the seatbelt so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
"Should we call the police?"
Xie Yilin's voice was much tighter than usual.
"Let's go check out the situation first."
Guan Shengbai's tone was very steady, as if he were discussing with her what to have for a late-night snack.
"She sent a text message, not made a phone call. This suggests that she may not be able to speak, or she may not want others around her to know that she is asking for help."
Xie Yilin opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but swallowed the words back.
After a while, she seemed to have finally sorted out her thoughts, and her voice lowered a few decibels.
"So... you only asked me to come? You didn't tell Mimi and Amber?"
"right."
Guan Shengbai kept his eyes on the road ahead, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel.
"If she doesn't want too many people to know, it would be a bad thing if we went there in a big fuss with a bunch of people."
But if there's something I can't handle alone, and I need someone to be there to help, whether it's calling the police or an ambulance.
He paused, then glanced at Xie Yilin.
"I'm looking for you because you're tight-lipped and quick-witted."
Xie Yilin paused for a second, then took a deep breath, nodded, and didn't ask another question.
Guan Shengbai mentally raised his opinion of her by one notch.
This "Hold-on Sister" is usually very loud and boisterous on set, and seems like a carefree and funny woman.
But in crucial moments, she is clearer-headed than most people.
……
……
The address that Guo Biting sent wasn't far from the film crew's location, nor was it remote; it was about a ten-minute drive away.
When Guan Shengbai parked his car in front of the shopping mall, he turned off the engine but did not get out of the car immediately. Instead, he glanced at the building through the car window.
The neon sign displayed the large, gilded characters, and two security guards in suits stood at the entrance, each with a walkie-talkie in their ear, looking very well-trained.
"This should be a members-only place."
Xie Yilin lowered her voice; she had clearly noticed the two security guards as well.
Guan Shengbai pushed open the car door and got out, and Xie Yilin followed closely behind.
As the two reached the door, one of the security guards reached out and politely but firmly stopped them.
"Excuse me, sir/madam, this is a private area, and non-members are not allowed to enter. Do you have a reservation?"
Guan Shengbai was about to speak when Xie Yilin spoke first.
"Get out of the way! Let me tell you, we're just here to hang out with people, why are you blocking our way!"
She spoke in a perfect Taiwanese accent, quickly and urgently, as if she had suffered some great injustice by being stopped.
The security guard was taken aback by her sudden outburst.
The security guard next to her seemed to recognize Xie Yilin. He subconsciously took a small step back, his lips twitched, and he gave his colleague a wink.
Guan Shengbai had sharp eyes and his hearing was much better than that of ordinary people. He vaguely caught the few words that the two people exchanged quickly.
"Another... Taiwanese celebrity..."
"That one today..."
"Let her go in first..."
"That's not a good idea..."
Guan Shengbai subtly pushed Xie Yilin forward.
The next second, Xie Yilin unleashed her full acting prowess.
With one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the security guard in front of her, she was practically spitting in his face.
"Do you fucking know who I am?! Let me tell you, I'm going in here to see for myself, and who dares to stop me?!"
The security guard was forced to retreat repeatedly by her outburst, his face filled with embarrassment, still muttering standard phrases like "Madam, please cooperate," completely at a loss.
Guan Shengbai stepped forward at the opportune moment, patted the security guard's arm, and wore a helpless smile on his face.
"Brother, don't argue with a woman. We're Young Master Ke's friends. If you stop her here and cause a scene, our guests will lose face, and we won't be able to speak up for you."
The security guard was completely bewildered by his combination of soft and hard tactics. He exchanged a glance with his colleague next to him and finally stepped aside.
Guan Shengbai pulled Xie Yilin, who was still cursing, and quickly walked inside.
The corridor was long, and the crystal chandelier overhead made the floor sparkle.
Music and laughter could be faintly heard coming from the private rooms on both sides, and the air was filled with a sweet smell of alcohol mixed with incense.
"It's Ko Ching-teng."
Xie Yilin said in a low voice, but this time it wasn't a question; her tone carried a hint of unwavering certainty.
Guan Shengbai didn't reply, but he quickened his pace.
Xie Yilin followed closely behind him.
The private room wasn't hard to find, but as he walked along, Guan Shengbai had already mentally reviewed the corridor's structure, the location of the fire escape, and the direction of the nearest exit.
The two had just turned the corner when they heard a noise.
That sound came from the direction of the innermost private room at the end of the corridor.
A series of violent impacts could be faintly heard, as if something was being pounded, interspersed with the drunken laughter and shouts of several men.
Guan Shengbai and Xie Yilin exchanged a glance, needing no words.
Xie Yilin pursed her lips, took half a step back, and stood with her back against the wall.
He had his phone on the dial pad, with the numbers 110 already pressed and his finger hovering over the call button.
Without hesitation, Guan Shengbai strode toward the door of the private room.
The door was a heavy solid wood door, but the sound coming from the other side of the door panel became clearer and clearer.
Someone is banging on the door.
To be precise, someone was smashing another door inside the private room.
"Come out!"
"You're already here, what are you pretending for—"
The clamor grew louder and louder.
Guan Shengbai didn't reach for the doorknob because he knew that the locks on these private rooms were deadbolted from the inside.
He took half a step back.
Then lift your foot.
"boom--"
With a loud crash, the solid wood door was kicked open, and the lock flew off.
Everything in the private room was instantly exposed to the blinding light of the crystal chandelier.
There were four men inside.
He didn't recognize three of them; they were all in their early twenties, dressed in expensive clothes but now disheveled, their expressions shifting from shock to panic, and the smell of alcohol could be detected several meters away.
The one at the very front, banging on the toilet door with something, was none other than Ko Ching-teng.
The object in his hand was a heavy glass ashtray, its door panel already smashed with a deep dent, wood chips flying everywhere.
The people in the private room froze in unison when they saw Guan Shengbai suddenly barge in.
"You fucking—"
One of them reacted first, stood up cursing in his Cantonese-accented Mandarin, still clutching a half-empty bottle of foreign liquor, and swung his arm to strike Guan Shengbai's white head.
Guan Shengbai didn't even dodge to the side.
His left hand blocked the other man's arm that was swinging the bottle, while his right fist slammed into the man's chin.
The punch was fast and heavy, so powerful that it sent the man's head flying backward. He collapsed like a sack of cement, the bottle in his hand rolling twice on the carpet, the amber liquid soaking a small patch.
The second and third people pounced at the same time.
Guan Shengbai dodged one of the incoming fists by sidestepping it, then delivered a knee strike to the man's abdomen, followed by pressing down on the man's neck with his left hand and slamming his right elbow heavily into his back.
The man screamed and curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
A third person's fist came immediately...
Guan Shengbai tilted his head to deflect the force, then delivered a backhand hook punch to his opponent's cheek.
The man shuddered as if struck by lightning, staggered a couple of steps, and knocked over the coffee table, scattering wine glasses and fruit plates all over the floor with a crash.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
Guan Shengbai straightened up and moved his wrists.
In his past life, he practiced Sanda and other martial arts.
After all, the public relations industry is somewhat involved in gray areas.
Sometimes, you can't get things done with words; you have to use your fists.
In addition, Guan Shengbai's physical constitution was exceptionally good throughout his life.
Dealing with these few good-for-nothings whose bodies have been ravaged by wine and women is not even a warm-up.
Almost in the blink of an eye, only one person remained standing in the private room.
Ko Ching-teng, Chai Chih-ping's darling, is now fully awake.
He was still holding the glass ashtray in his hand, but his arm was shaking so badly that the ashtray shimmered with tiny spots of light under the lamp.
His back was pressed against the shattered toilet door, leaving him nowhere to retreat.
"You...you stay away!!"
Ko Ching-teng's voice was sharp and cracked, and the color drained from his face, leaving only a pale, ashen one.
"You mainland bastard, you dare touch me! You fucking dare touch me! Do you know who I am?! Sister Chai won't let you get away with this!"
He shouted as he backed away, hitting the back of his head on the door, which made him wince in pain.
Guan Shengbai looked at Ke Jingteng's fairly handsome face, which appeared bluish-black under the light, and couldn't help but sneer.
"You dog!!! Blacklist me! I'm going to blacklist you!! You're just a nobody! One phone call and I can kick you out of the crew—"
Guan Shengbai walked towards him.
step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
With each step he took, Ko Ching-teng's voice trembled more violently.
"Don't come any closer—don't fucking come any closer—"
Guan Shengbai stopped in front of him.
Ko Ching-teng finally saw his eyes clearly.
There was no anger or even a ripple in those phoenix eyes, like a frozen lake, yet beneath the surface surged a chilling mockery.
Guan Shengbai's nostrils twitched slightly.
There was a cloyingly sweet, burnt smell in the air, and the smell on Ko Ching-teng was even stronger...
"Have you lost your mind? Causing trouble at this critical moment."
Do you think the breach of contract penalty for "Tiny Times" was too low, or that Angie Chi-ping's foray into the mainland market was too easy...?
Ko Ching-teng's expression changed rapidly, as if his underwear had been stripped off.
he knows!
He absolutely knows everything!!
Guan Shengbai didn't waste any words with him. He casually picked up someone's coat from the sofa and handed it to Ke Jingteng.
Ko Ching-teng stood there, holding the clothes, looking completely bewildered.
"Is...is it possible to reconcile?"
Guan Shengbai ignored him, took the jacket from Ke Jingteng's hand, and put it directly over his head.
"Hold on tight!"
After saying that, Guan Shengbai punched him in the stomach.
Ko Ching-teng's body suddenly arched forward, but with his head covered by his coat, he could only let out a muffled retching sound.
Then Guan Shengbai reached out and grabbed his wrist, twisting it so that the ashtray slipped from his hand and shattered on the ground, shards of glass scattering everywhere.
Taking two steps back, and seeing Ke Jingteng desperately trying to open his coat, Guan Shengbai followed up with another uppercut, which landed heavily on his face once again.
This guy, who was so arrogant just a second ago, finally slid softly down the door panel.
It looked just like a fish that had been slapped on a chopping board until it was dizzy, lying motionless on the ground.
Guan Shengbai withdrew his fist and shook his hand.
Then he kicked the thing that was blocking his way like a dead dog to the side of the road.
Then he reached out and gently knocked twice on the toilet door that was smashed and riddled with holes.
"Teacher Guo."
He deliberately avoided using the familiar name Bi Ting from filming, and also avoided using any affectionate terms.
"It's me, Guan Shengbai. It's alright, open the door."
There was a silence behind the door for several seconds.
It was so long that Guan Shengbai thought the person inside might have fainted.
Then there was finally a sound coming from inside the door...
That was the sound of the lock being slowly turned from the inside, as light as a bird just rescued from a tiger's mouth tentatively flapping its wings.
The door opened.
Guo Biting was standing behind the door.
Her long hair was disheveled and fell over her shoulders, and her forehead was covered with a fine layer of cold sweat.
The pale yellow down jacket had several tears, and even the white down inside was showing.
There were no injuries on her delicate face, but her eyes were bloodshot and her lips were deathly pale.
She looked up at Guan Shengbai.
Those misty eyes held not only the fear of surviving a disaster, but also something she herself was unaware of.
Guan Shengbai's gaze swept quickly over her, making sure she wasn't injured, then he slightly turned his body to let her see the scene inside the private room.
"It's all resolved."
His tone was as flat as if he had just helped her carry a case of bottled water.
Guo Biting saw clearly the people lying haphazardly in the private room, and then she saw Ke Jingteng slumped in the corner with blood streaming from his nose. Her pale lips moved for a long time, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Then, as if all her strength had been drained, she leaned forward, her forehead gently bumping against Guan Shengbai's chest.
She didn't cry.
She simply pressed her forehead against his chest, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Guan Shengbai neither pushed her away nor reached out to hug her.
He simply maintained that posture, standing quietly in place.
The neon lights outside the window shone in, casting the shadows of the two people on the floor in that instant, as quiet as an unsigned old painting.
Guan Shengbai remained in that position for a moment, then took out his phone again and dialed a number he had recently saved.
"Sister Jia, come out and clean the floor..."