"Wuwuwu... so touching."
As the movie ended, the men were still able to maintain their composure, but all the female audience members burst into tears.
Wang Yuyan, in particular, cried her heart out, leaning on Shen Lang's shoulder, her tears flowing like a pear blossom in the rain. Shen Lang didn't know how to comfort her.
However, Shen Lang had to praise it. It was indeed a very good movie. Whether it was the realism of the scenes, the acting of the actors, or the story itself, everything was meticulously crafted, making it a superb viewing experience that deeply moved the audience.
In just ten days since its release, the movie had already grossed forty billion yuan at the box office, and its momentum showed no signs of slowing down, continuing to surge upwards.
When Shen Lang searched online for the director of this movie, he could never have imagined that the director of such a masterpiece was a recent university graduate.
Her name was Xie Zuimo.
A genius, truly a genius.
Shen Lang exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
"Alright, stop crying. Wipe your tears, let's go."
Seeing Wang Yuyan crying more and more heartbroken, Shen Lang took out a tissue, gently wiped the tears from her face, then lightly patted her back with his right hand and said.
"Brother Shen, I'm sad."
Wang Yuyan looked at Shen Lang and said, "Qin Qiji clearly misunderstood Lin Meng. Why wouldn't he listen to her explain? She only had him in her heart, only loved him. Why didn't they speak clearly and chose to break up?"
"Brother Shen, I don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us. I want to tell you the whole truth."
Wang Yuyan looked up, meeting Shen Lang's gaze, and said, "Actually, I am not Shi Qingxuan. I am..."
Before Wang Yuyan could finish speaking, a piercing, ear-splitting screech suddenly erupted from the cinema's sound system, causing Wang Yuyan and everyone else to cry out in pain.
"What's going on?"
The audience, still immersed in the sad plot of the movie, were extremely displeased and indignant at the sudden noise.
At this moment, the cinema doors opened, and two men, both over six feet tall, burly, dressed as special forces soldiers, and carrying AK47 rifles, walked in and stood in front of the movie screen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, allow us to introduce ourselves. We are members of the Sha Dao Hui. You have all been taken hostage by us. Now, please put your hands on your heads and crouch down obediently."
"We'll give you five seconds. Anyone who doesn't comply, I'm sorry, we'll send them to meet God with these guns."
"Now, let the countdown begin."
"What?"
Seeing the two strangely dressed men appear, the hundred or so audience members in the screening hall were completely bewildered. Now, hearing that they had been taken hostage, they were even more confused.
What was going on?
Everyone wondered if this was some kind of entertainment activity organized by the cinema.
"Tatatata—"
As the hundred or so audience members pondered, the two men in special forces attire, holding their AK47s, fired at two audience members in the front row.
In an instant, the two audience members were riddled with bullet holes, blood splattered, and they died on the spot.
"This..."
Witnessing this scene, all the audience members turned pale with fright. They finally realized that this was not an entertainment stunt; these were real guns, and they were truly being held hostage.
Some audience members were so terrified they wanted to scream, but the person next to them quickly covered their mouths tightly, afraid of provoking the two Sha Dao Hui members and getting shot.
"Everyone, immediately put your hands on your heads and crouch down."
Seeing that the intimidation had taken effect, the two men shouted, "As long as you don't move or make a sound, I guarantee you will all survive. But if you move or make noise, don't blame us for being ruthless with our guns."
With that, the bearded man said to his companion, "Kyle, go and destroy all their phones."
Their forces had not yet completely secured the Nanling Film City, so they were worried that someone might secretly send messages via their phones to their families to report to the martial guards. If the martial guards arrived early, it would disrupt their entire plan.
"Yes—"
Hearing the bearded man's words, the man named Kyle immediately drew his gun and walked out, shouting at all the audience members, "Now, immediately place your phones on the floor in front of you. If you refuse, you'll be shot immediately."
"This..."
Facing the armed Sha Dao Hui members, everyone was already terrified out of their wits and dared not disobey. Soon, they all placed their phones on the floor in front of them.
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
"Crack—"
Kyle walked from the first row, stepping on and crushing a phone with each step. He proceeded from the first row all the way to the sixth row.
However, when he reached the middle of the sixth row, Kyle stepped down and found that his foot landed on nothing.
"You didn't hand over your phone?"
Kyle glared at the person sitting in the seat and said angrily.
The person sitting in the middle of the sixth row was none other than Shen Lang.
"Of course not."
Shen Lang yawned and said, "You stomp and crush their phones one by one. If I hand mine over, it'll be the same outcome. My phone is very expensive and can't be crushed by you."
"Kid, are you willing to risk your life for your phone?"
Kyle was enraged that Shen Lang refused to hand over his phone for such a reason, and he laughed in disbelief.
"Is there a possibility that I want my life and my phone?"
Shen Lang played with the 30,000-yuan foldable phone Gu Qinghan had given him and smiled.
"No. Either hand over your phone, or hand over your life. You can only choose one."
Kyle shouted, "Phone or life, you can only have one."
"I want the phone, and I also want my life. However, you've misunderstood. When I said I wanted life, I wasn't referring to my life, but yours."
Shen Lang said with a playful, nonchalant smile.
"What?"
As Shen Lang finished speaking, Kyle was stunned. But at that moment, Shen Lang suddenly leaped from his chair and brought down a palm strike.
"Crack—"
Shen Lang's palm strike not only shattered Kyle's bulletproof helmet but also his skull.
"Pfft—"
Kyle spewed out a mouthful of blood and then fell heavily to the ground.
The moment Kyle fell, Shen Lang snatched the gun from his hand and began firing at the bearded man in front of the movie screen.
The turn of events was too sudden. The bearded man didn't have time to react and was hit by Shen Lang's continuous three shots.
However, the first two shots hit the bearded man's bulletproof vest and did not injure him. For the third shot, Shen Lang deliberately raised his aim slightly and shot directly through his throat.
"Pfft—"
The bearded man spat out a mouthful of blood and fell heavily to the ground, his life extinguished.
Even in death, he couldn't understand why there was such a master as Shen Lang in the screening hall.
"Ah—"
Seeing Shen Lang's swift action in killing two people in an instant, all the audience members in the screening hall were startled, and then they tried to rush towards the door.
"Don't run around, everyone sit down."
Shen Lang shouted when he saw this, "Running around now, when the situation outside is unclear, you'll easily become target practice."
After speaking, Shen Lang quickly moved, took off Kyle's bulletproof vest, and put it on Wang Yuyan.