Chapter 191: Quick Transmigration: Film & TV Multiverse Chapter 35 — Cracking Open Chen Hao Nan's Head

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

As the horizon gradually turned a fish-belly white, the sky grew dimly bright, and the entire city seemed to slowly awaken from slumber, beginning to stir with a hint of activity.

Only then did Lin Hao silently slip out of Ding Yao's room, his figure blending into the still-hazy morning light, and he soon vanished into the hotel corridor.

Clearly, after a night of talk, the two had reached a tacit deal, and from Lin Hao's thoughtful yet satisfied expression, Ding Yao should have paid the deposit as agreed, giving Lin Hao more confidence in the follow-up cooperation.

Lin Hao hurried toward the Hung Hing casino, his mind still scheming how to carry out the plan next and how to ensure absolute safety.

When he arrived at the casino and just stepped inside, he heard a familiar voice; looking up, he saw Chen Hao Nan and his group sitting right there.

Lin Hao walked over with a frown, saw the battered traces of a fight still on Chen Hao Nan and the others, and asked, "Where did you guys go?"

Chen Hao Nan looked up, saw it was Lin Hao, and a bitter smile of a survivor crossed his face; he rubbed his still-aching head and said slowly, "Hao Ge, don't mention it. That day we went to the Sam Leung Gang's venue, wanting to win back face, but who knew they had too many men, each one fierce as hell — we were no match at all. In the midst of the brawl, I let my guard down for a split second and got knocked unconscious; thanks to the brothers fighting to the death to protect me, we carved a bloody path and escaped."

Shan Ji chimed in, "Yeah, Hao Ge, the scene was total chaos; we only focused on covering Nan Ge's retreat, barely shook off their pursuit, and figured the Sam Leung Gang wouldn't let it go — they might chase us all the way to the casino, which would be disastrous. So we decided to run back to Hong Kong, but when we checked our pockets we found we had no money at all — no travel funds, couldn't leave even if we wanted to. No choice, we hid near the wharf, waiting for the heat to die down; then last night we heard Mr. Jiang had come to Ao Dao, and with Mr. Jiang and you here, Hung Hing's strength had grown, so we dared come back."

After hearing Chen Hao Nan's account, Lin Hao's face instantly turned iron-blue, his eyes full of rage. He casually snatched an empty wine bottle from the table and, without thinking, smashed it hard onto Chen Hao Nan's head.

With a dull "bang," the bottle shattered on Chen Hao Nan's head, glass shards flying everywhere; Chen Hao Nan staggered back several steps from the sudden blow, blood instantly streaming down his face. He stared at Lin Hao in shock, never expecting Lin Hao to strike out of the blue, and froze on the spot, not yet feeling the pain.

Lin Hao was trembling with fury, eyes bulging, screaming at the top of his lungs: "Fuck, you motherfuckers are really something! Since you knew the Sam Leung Gang might chase us all the way to the casino, why the hell didn't you send word to me? Da Ge B is still at the station covering your escape, holding the rear alone, and you bastards just ran for your lives, leaving him there — are you even human? A bunch of trash, and you still have the face to tell me this crap? Why didn't you die out there? Hung Hing has no dog-trash like you — you've disgraced Hung Hing completely!"

Lin Hao's tirade plunged the entire casino into dead silence; the others, seeing Lin Hao hit Chen Hao Nan, were stunned, completely unable to process what was happening.

Even Jiang Tiansheng's face darkened, brows knitted tight, eyes showing disbelief and displeasure — after all, Chen Hao Nan was a big name in Hung Hing, usually highly regarded; no one expected Lin Hao to explode so ruthlessly.

But after hearing Lin Hao's scolding, the way the others looked at Chen Hao Nan's group gradually changed; the original concern and relief vanished, replaced by scrutinizing, contemptuous gazes.

Everyone thought: Chen Hao Nan's bunch really acted dishonorably — no matter what, you can't abandon Da Ge B; that's not how Hung Hing brothers behave. In an instant, Chen Hao Nan and his men became the target of all arrows, pinned by those strange stares, embarrassed and wishing the ground would swallow them.

Chen Hao Nan clutched his bleeding head, opened his mouth to explain, but felt any explanation now would be pale and powerless; he could only lower his head and stay silent. Shan Ji and the others beside him were all red-faced with shame, daring not meet anyone's eyes, and the whole scene sank into an extremely awkward, oppressive atmosphere.

Just as the awkwardness peaked, almost solidifying, Chen Yao stepped forward.

He knew if this stalemate continued, Hung Hing would erupt in a major conflict; he hurried over with a smile, smoothing things over: "Hey, everyone calm down, calm down. Haonan and them just survived a huge ordeal — they were probably scared witless, heads not thinking straight. Haonan's still bleeding; let's get someone to take him back, bandage him up, let him rest; whatever needs saying can wait till everyone's cooled off."

As he spoke, Chen Yao signaled a few little brothers nearby to quickly help Chen Hao Nan toward the back of the casino; Shan Ji and the rest, seeing this, hurriedly slunk away after them, fleeing the needle-strewn embarrassment.

The others watched their retreating backs; though still indignant, no one could say more — Chen Yao had mediated, and now wasn't the time to pursue it.

Lin Hao, too, gradually calmed his emotions, but after a sleepless night and negotiating and maneuvering with Ding Yao, the mental strain and exhaustion had truly worn him out.

He turned to Jiang Tiansheng, greeted him, and said, "Mr. Jiang, I'm beat; going back to my room to catch up on sleep. We'll discuss the next steps after I wake up."

Jiang Tiansheng nodded; though he still had thoughts on Lin Hao's violent outburst, he understood Lin Hao had been toiling for Hung Hing's affairs this whole time and definitely hadn't rested last night, so he said, "Alright, A Hao, go get some proper rest; recharge and we'll plan long-term."

Lin Hao acknowledged, dragged his weary body toward his room. The moment he entered, he didn't even undress, just collapsed onto the bed; barely had his head touched the pillow when drowsiness surged like a tide, and within moments he fell into a deep sleep, leaving only the sound of even breathing echoing in the quiet room, while outside, the Hung Hing crowd, after this storm, each harbored complex thoughts, waiting for what came next.