136: Another underworld technique?

Lin Zicong's eyes dimmed.

"Oh, alright then."

Stephen Chow, who had approached the two at some unknown point, was puzzled.

"Zicong, I've heard that people with 'Cong' in their name are smart, so why do you look a bit simple-minded?"

Lin Zicong felt a bit aggrieved.

"Director, the 'Cong' in my name isn't the one for 'clever'."

Stephen Chow showed understanding.

"Oh, I see."

"Have you considered changing the character to improve your Feng Shui?"

Lin Zicong chuckled foolishly.

"Sure."

Ng Man-tat sat down next to them, supporting his waist.

"I say, Brother Lin, doesn't your Mighty Vajra Foot boost brainpower?"

"Why don't you give him a kick?"

Stephen Chow shook his head, not quite agreeing.

"Boosting brainpower also depends on an individual's potential limit; my Big Brother isn't responsible for brain development."

"Besides, Big Brother's energy is limited; it's better to save the opportunities for those who can be saved."

Even Lin Zicong himself completely agreed with this.

Ng Man-tat stroked his beard.

"Well, since the Director and I are so smart, we definitely won't need it."

He finished speaking triumphantly, only to look up and find Lin Pei staring at him intently.

Ng Man-tat shrank his neck back.

"Brother Lin, what are you looking at me for?"

"There's nothing wrong with my intelligence, the Director can testify..."

Lin Pei did not look away.

"There's no big problem with your brain, but there are big problems elsewhere."

Stephen Chow sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Big Brother, you can diagnose illnesses too??"

Lin Pei had already stood up and was walking toward Ng Man-tat.

In his past life, Ng Man-tat had always ignored his hidden ailments, which led to his early passing.

To be honest, not just the fans and moviegoers, but even he felt it was a great pity.

He felt that this kick had to be delivered today.

Ng Man-tat jumped up from his chair.

"Wait, Brother Lin, you're serious?"

"I'm really sick?"

Seeing Lin Pei's certain gaze, Ng Man-tat took a wide stride and ran.

After chasing each other around the Film Crew for an unknown number of laps, the two finally stopped.

Immediately after, a howl pierced the clouds... and at this moment, Lin Pei, having lowered his foot, felt as if he had completed a major undertaking.

His heart was surging now, filled with positive energy.

This was more like it.

What he needed were these kinds of positive skills.

"System, from now on, let's change things up."

"No more underworld stuff, okay?"

[Ding... Congratulations to the host for obtaining a new skill.]

???

Lin Pei was momentarily moved.

Was the system really so receptive to advice? It's sending another positive skill already?

His tone softened considerably.

"What is it this time? Let's hear it."

[The new skill is King of Gamblers. You have obtained a unique, supreme gambling technique. In front of you, any gamble has only one result: winning.]

What? King of Gamblers?

Lin Pei, who was just about to praise the system, was now speechless and only wanted to curse.

What exactly did the system want to do?

Hadn't there just been a glimmer of positivity? How did it go back to the underworld again??

Though, as he thought about it carefully, that bit of positivity—being able to treat illnesses, save lives, and neutralize toxins—was also built on the foundation of negative skills.

Wasn't kicking people at every turn still leading him toward crime?

Gambling was strictly forbidden in the Dragon Kingdom.

Giving him this skill, besides making him a criminal, what use could it have?

As he'd said, a patriotic youth as good as him could never ignore the national laws for no reason and break them knowingly, right?

It was lucky it was him; if it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to handle this broken system at all.

Fine.

Whatever 'King of Gamblers', go gather dust... A few months later, at an outdoor soccer stadium.

The final scene of 'shaolin soccer' was being filmed here.

In the shot, the Shaolin Team led by Lin Pei was facing off against opposing players who had become incredibly fierce after taking drugs.

To save on special effects and make the filming look more realistic, Lin Pei also stood in for the opponent's fierce kick.

At this moment, under the scorching sun, Lin Pei lifted his foot, and the ball flew out with a 'bang', automatically stirring up a small whirlwind.

Combined with the Film Crew's blowers working simultaneously, an actor's pale white scalp was blown right off and flew away with the wind.

Everyone was unfazed, and some were even a bit disgusted.

"I told you to shave your head, but you insisted on wearing a wig."

"Not only do you look like an alien, but it gets blown off all the time."

"What now? Everyone has sat through over a dozen NGs because of you."

The actor being blamed by everyone was Zhao Wei, and what was blown off wasn't a scalp, but a flesh-colored wig cap.

Because her character in this final scene had a shaved head and easily caught the opponent's flying ball using Shaolin Tai Chi, she needed to project the image of a Kung Fu master.

But to preserve her image, Zhao Wei refused to shave her head and would only accept a wig cap.

Zhao Wei was also very distressed.

Why did everyone say she wasn't professional? Don't all girls love beauty? How ugly would she be with a shaved head?

Was it just because she once thought the Japanese Team's soccer level was impressive and praised them once? Was it enough to make everyone hate her this much?

But now she admitted that the Dragon Kingdom's level had surpassed them; why wouldn't anyone listen to her explanation?

Moreover, the strength of Lin Pei's kick across from her was too much.

The wind stirred up by that man's kick was stronger than the blowers, making it so she couldn't even open her eyes, and the glue the makeup artist used to fix her headpiece was completely useless.

She asked Lin Pei tearfully,

"Good brother, can you restrain your strength a little bit when you kick the ball?"

Everything was because this man was being spiteful.

She was friends with those Japanese people, but to spite Lin Pei, she had sometimes deliberately and exaggeratedly said the Japanese Team was very powerful.

And it was precisely because of this that she had now placed herself in such a disliked position.

She realized she should have shown weakness sooner.

However, Lin Pei didn't seem to know how to be tender toward the fair sex; he didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Oh, probably not. This is the strength the director requested."

"If there's a problem, you can go ask him."

Zhao Wei bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears.

Damn Lin Pei, she knew he would be this cold-blooded and heartless!

If he didn't want to help, he should have just said so; why beat around the bush like this?

With the way Stephen Chow followed his every word, could he really not have a say in this?

Damn it.

Having such a handsome face, yet he's blind.

With her peerless beauty right here, he didn't feel a single spark of attraction.

He was even more pleasant to that big Monk, Monk, than to her.

This is outrageous!

Stephen Chow had overheard the two of them.

He scratched his head.

"Letting my Big Brother restrain himself is fine, but then it won't achieve the effect I want, and we'll have to use special effects in post-production."

"Special effects are very expensive; can we deduct the cost from your salary?"

"Though your salary might not be enough to cover the deduction."

Zhao Wei cried even harder.

Wasn't this film originally intended to use special effects anyway?

It was only because Lin Pei was there that the special effects were saved.

How did it end up being counted against her now?

Someone suggested,

"Hey? Director, have you considered using a head double?"

"Look, Master Restraint of Arrogance's bald head is quite perfect."