102: Conflict broke out

Immediately after, the two women felt even more worried; the Hong Kong Circle was used to being overbearing on set, and Li Xiuwu might end up suffering for it.

"Xiuwu, don't be like this." Yang Xue spoke up to persuade him.

Nicholas Tse's face instantly turned crimson.

"What did you say?!" He took a step forward, his face full of rage, pointing at Li Xiuwu. "Who do you think you are? Just a Mainlander who got into the crew through connections, and you dare to talk to me like that?"

Dicky Cheung's whole face also turned red with anger. He clenched his fists, staring fixedly at Li Xiuwu. "Kid, you're too arrogant. Do you understand the rules? Do you want us to teach you the rules?"

"Rules? What rules? Tell me and let me hear them." Li Xiuwu's face bore a look of contempt; the sweltering heat had already made him irritable.

"You little punk, the Hong Kong Circle itself is the rule." Dicky Cheung pointed at Li Xiuwu, his eyes malicious, clearly provoked by Li Xiuwu's look of contempt.

Li Xiuwu curled the corner of his mouth with a mocking expression: "You tiny little thing, talking to me about rules."

"What did you say?" Dicky Cheung rushed over.

Pan Lei immediately stood in front of Li Xiuwu; his sturdy frame startled Dicky Cheung.

"Kid, if you've got guts, come out and fight one-on-one." He pointed at Li Xiuwu.

"Brother Pan, step aside. Let me see how high these two little twerps can jump." Li Xiuwu patted Pan Lei on the shoulder.

Pan Lei turned back, met Li Xiuwu's gaze, and stepped aside, exposing Li Xiuwu.

During their spare time, he had sparred with Li Xiuwu, and even with cold weapons, he was no match for Li Xiuwu.

Even if Li Xiuwu were unarmed, he could easily handle a few ordinary people without any trouble.

The conflict here soon spread throughout the crew, and many people ran over to watch the spectacle.

Some people also went to report what was happening to Director.

"Director, Director, eh, where is he? He was just here." A person ran in and was surprised not to find Director, as he had just seen him walk in.

Soon, the floor manager who found him ran back out.

Director stepped out from behind a prop cabinet and glanced at his phone.

"Everyone has pent-up anger; it's a good time to vent it and relieve everyone's mood." He smiled slightly.

Dicky Cheung had become popular in the last two years and had grown arrogant, looking down on others. Nicholas Tse was blinded by lust and didn't even realize he was being manipulated by Dicky Cheung.

Li Xiuwu was a maverick; he was respectful enough to him, but his habit of traveling with two cars and having his own motorhome on set made the Hong Kong and Taiwan artists very unhappy.

There were problems everywhere on set, and he was also producing another production, so he didn't have the energy to look into it in detail. Letting them make a scene and having Dicky Cheung suffer a bit was the only way to make things quiet down.

Director had looked into Li Xiuwu. This young man had an ambiguous relationship with Golden Culture and possessed a background from the Beijing Film Academy, so he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

"What did you say? Say it again." Nicholas Tse also walked over to confront Li Xiuwu.

"Hmph!" Li Xiuwu looked at them and smiled contemptuously.

"Damn you all!"

Dicky Cheung was thoroughly infuriated, especially by Li Xiuwu's indifference, which showed he didn't care about them at all; it was more embarrassing than being cursed at.

He was already young and hot-headed, and having been very popular over the last two years, he held a high status in the circle and considered himself superior in the Mainland, yet he was being looked down upon by a newcomer.

Furthermore, he had long disliked Li Xiuwu. After cursing, he suddenly rushed forward and swung his fist at Li Xiuwu's face.

Seeing Dicky Cheung make a move, Nicholas Tse didn't care about the consequences and also rushed up, raising his leg to kick at Li Xiuwu's waist.

"Xiuwu." Yang Xue exclaimed and ran over. Fan Bingbing, however, went to push Pan Lei, asking him to help.

The floor managers and Stunt Performers watching the scene all observed the conflict, but no one wanted to break up the fight.

Many felt sorry for Li Xiuwu, thinking he was about to suffer.

But when faced with a conflict involving the Hong Kong Circle, they dared not intervene, because the overbearing Hong Kong Circle would likely get them fired.

Almost everyone did not think Li Xiuwu stood a chance.

Dicky Cheung's fist was about to smash into Li Xiuwu's face, and many female makeup artists screamed.

Li Xiuwu did not retreat or dodge, as if he had been scared silly.

Dicky Cheung grinned cruelly; pretty boy, truly a loser.

Just at this moment, Li Xiuwu raised his right hand, moving with lightning speed, striking after but arriving first, and his five fingers precisely clamped onto Dicky Cheung's fist.

He was tall and sturdy, had been strengthened by the system, and had practiced swordsmanship for years; the strength in his fingers was terrifying.

Once he grabbed Dicky Cheung's fist, it was impossible for him to break free.

Dicky Cheung's cruel grin froze on his face, replaced by an expression of disbelief.

At this moment, Li Xiuwu suddenly applied force and twisted his five fingers; a tremendous force was transmitted rapidly, and Dicky Cheung's wrist and forearm rotated too quickly.

With a crack, his forearm dislocated.

"Ah." Dicky Cheung let out a miserable scream. Agonizing pain shot through his arm, and his whole body twisted along with Li Xiuwu's movement, even causing him to stand on his tiptoes.

Just at this moment, the kick that Nicholas Tse had violently aimed at him reached Li Xiuwu.

He just tilted his body slightly, dodging the wide, sweeping kick, then raised his right foot and kicked out rapidly, his toe striking the Zusanli acupoint on Nicholas Tse's lower leg.

Another scream rang out. This seemingly light kick actually made Nicholas Tse unable to stand, causing him to collapse to the ground with a thud, clutching his lower leg and screaming.

"My arm is broken, call an ambulance quickly!" Dicky Cheung shrieked.

Li Xiuwu released Dicky Cheung's fist. He couldn't bear the pain, collapsed to his knees on the ground, and clutched his right forearm while screaming.

"My leg, my leg." Nicholas Tse rolled on the ground.

"He's attacking people! The Mainlander is attacking people! Are you all blind?" He realized that the Stunt Performers who had come from Hong Kong were all standing still, and he immediately cursed at them.

"What?" The people around them were shocked; everything had happened too quickly. Li Xiuwu had only dealt one blow to each of them, yet both were screaming in agony.

One was clutching his arm, kneeling on the ground wailing, while the other was clutching his lower leg, rolling on the ground.

"Stop." The Stunt Performers who had come from Hong Kong could no longer sit still and were furious.

This Mainlander actually dared to hit their Hong Kong people.

The set instantly erupted. Those few Hong Kong Stunt Performers who had been watching, seeing the two lead actors suffer, shouted and grabbed the wooden prop sticks nearby.

"Get him! Teach this little punk a lesson." More than a dozen Stunt Performers immediately rushed over.

Pan Lei had been on guard the whole time; he had worked as security on sets for two years and knew about the Hong Kong Stunt Performers.

Those two Hong Kong artists were no match for his boss, so he had been keeping an eye on the Hong Kong Stunt Performers.

Seeing the Stunt Performers move, he was even faster. He instantly whipped out the baton from his waist and struck hard against the arm of the Stunt Performer who was rushing at the front.

He didn't hold back, and it was accompanied by a crisp cracking sound.

"Ah, ah." The one who had rushed the fastest clutched his arm and screamed.

Pan Lei didn't care about his condition; he turned and slammed into the second person's chest. He used the strength of his shoulders and back to shove him in the chest.

"Cough, cough, cough." The man stumbled back three steps, bent over, and coughed, almost unable to breathe.

At the same time, his baton smashed out again, striking a man on the back. While retracting it, he used the end of the baton to smash into the underarm ribs of a person behind him, the cracking sound clearly audible.

Two more screams rang out, shocking the entire set.

Too fast; everything had happened too fast.

In the blink of an eye, Pan Lei had taken down four people. The four leaders were all on the ground screaming, and the rest stopped in their tracks, looking at each other.

Too ruthless; they all heard the sound of bones breaking, with no intention of holding back at all.

Every strike of Pan Lei's baton produced the sound of bone fractures. Three strikes shattered the spirit of the Hong Kong Stunt Performers, making everyone afraid to make another move, leaving only the wailing on the ground.

Since these Hong Kong Stunt Performers wouldn't make a move, Pan Lei also stood there, baton in hand, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a tiger. One person alone had intimidated over a dozen Hong Kong Stunt Performers, making them afraid to move forward.

But there were still people cursing and threatening Pan Lei and Li Xiuwu.

Pan Lei spun the baton in his hand and looked at those people with disdain: "I have a one-million-dollar medical insurance policy bought by my boss, two million in disability compensation, and five million in family settlement money. What do you have?"

Hiss!

These Stunt Performers were completely afraid to move, and they didn't even dare to speak.

Aside from the screams of the six people, there was no other sound on the scene.

The crew members were almost holding their breath, looking at those two people in the middle of the scene in shock.

Many people's gazes toward Li Xiuwu were flickering.

Li Xiuwu placed a stool in front of Dicky Cheung and sat on it.

"Come on, tell me about your Hong Kong Circle rules."