Chapter 66: Forced to Hand Over the Seal

Chapter 66: Forced to Hand Over the Seal

Chapter 66: Forced to Hand Over the Seal
In the evening, at around 7:30, a long queue formed in front of the Nathan Road Cinema, and the poster of "The Killer Trench" was posted on the ticket window.

Many young men and women on dates, families of three out shopping, as well as gangsters and street thugs were all vying to buy tickets.

Cheng Shilong's appeal as a record-breaker of the 10 million box office cannot be underestimated. Moreover, because his movies are suitable for all ages and have a happy ending, he has a huge number of fans and a wide audience. His background as a martial artist has trained him to have good skills, which makes him even more respected by people in the martial arts world.

There was a time when a certain big-name club came forward and was willing to invite Cheng Shilong to join the club with the offer of "a thunderclap out of the blue, a double red stick rising up", but he was politely declined by the boss of Golden Harvest, causing many people in the world to regard him as a worthless person!

Six or seven sloppy, dirty-looking, funny-haired hooligans, wearing slippers and holding cigarettes, were scalping tickets at the door.

Some people who are too lazy to queue and rely on themselves would rather spend a few dollars more on the ticket than buy tickets with dozens of people.

In the 1980s, going to the movies was still considered a high-end activity, and you could see many wealthy people buying tickets at a premium every day.

If it's a popular movie, scalpers can raise the price to five or ten times the original price, creating an atmosphere where tickets are hard to come by.

Fifteen minutes before every movie, a sign saying "Sold Out, Sorry" will be hung at the theater's ticket window, leaving the rest of the time to scalpers.

When Yin Zhaotang and his group arrived at the entrance of the cinema, the ticket scalper was very conspicuous and sensible. He quickly made way for them and came forward to greet them: "Brother Tang!"

"Brother Tang!"

They are all Blue Lanterns under Sijiuzi and are not qualified to call Yin Zhaotang the boss, so they can only call him Brother Tang.

"Ah."

Yin Zhaotang led Jiang Hao, Ah Le, Zuo Shou, Niu Qiang and others into the theater. Zuo Shou went to a small shop and bought a dozen sodas, bringing one for each of them and leaving the rest in the box.

Jiang Hao said a few words to the ticket inspector, then swaggered into the queue and entered the theater.

"Don't squeeze!"

"Get out of the way."

"You deserve a beating, pick it!"

Theatre No. 1 is the largest theatre in Nathan Road Theatre. It usually hosts Cantonese opera and Peking opera performances and has an old-style double-decker stage structure.

The best seats are in the front row on the second floor, where you can look down and see the entire show without any obstruction.

People in the underworld like to be superior to others and pay attention to pomp and circumstance. The front row seats on the second floor are the best and are the most popular seats for young and gangsters when they go out.

At this time, the lights in the hall were dim and the people were crowded, so it was inevitable that there would be some bumps and bumps in the road when looking for a seat, but the Nathan Road Theater was their own territory, and Niu Qiang and his friends were certainly arrogant enough to clear the way for the big boss.

Some customers who were unwilling to accept the situation would be frightened when they saw the scar on the corner of Niu Qiang's mouth that extended up to his cheek, and would obediently move aside to make way.

But when Yin Zhaotang and his group arrived at the front row on the second floor, they found that several seats in the first row were already full. In the middle seat was a gangster wearing a riveted leather jacket and dyed yellow hair. He put a pair of hiking boots on another seat on his left hand, half-lying in a very arrogant posture, holding a cup of silk stocking milk tea in his hand.

Yin Zhaotang was chatting with King, who was watching over the place, and hoped that the scalpers outside the door would dress neatly in the future to provide customers with a better movie-watching experience.

When he saw the yellow-haired man sitting in the seat, his face suddenly turned ugly. Someone in the same row stood up and blocked the intersection alone, with his hands in his trouser pockets, shaking his legs, and yelling, "Excuse me, there's someone sitting in this row, please change seats!"

"In exchange for your mother's rotten abalone, pick it up. How dare you pick a fight with us!"

Jiang Hao didn't tolerate people's temper. He threw the soda bottle in his hand and bang, directly blasted the shouting rascal's head. Then he clapped his hands and said disdainfully: "Grandpa, please have a soda and calm down!"

The scoundrel covered his forehead, blood oozing out from between his fingers, his eyes widened, his face looked extremely ferocious. Although he was breathing heavily and his expression was in pain, he managed not to cry out, showing his toughness.

Niu Qiang directly pulled out the horn knife from his waist, pointed it at the hooligans sitting in the seats and threatened: "Walk out now, or wait for others to carry you out, choose one!"

The man in the jacket with his legs crossed stood up, walked up with a group of people and said, "You're not going to kill someone just because you were watching a movie, you bastard! Even the speed of the delivery room in the hospital can't keep up with your speed of killing people!" He pushed him with his left hand, pointed his finger at his nose and warned, "This is the place where Jing Zhongyi is watching movies. My boss wants to watch a movie, so it's only natural for him to sit in the first row. If you know what's good for you, move aside."

"Damn, are you trying to scare me with Lao Zhong's name? Do you know where I'm from, a country boy!" The man in the jacket puffed out his chest and pointed at his nose with his thumb. His facial features were strong and handsome, but because of his unbridled arrogance for many years, his expression was very perverse, and the left and right sides of his face seemed completely asymmetrical.

He raised his little finger again and looked at Yin Zhaotang and his group with contempt.

"A sunset society, a rubbish signboard. Do you think you are so powerful just because you opened a branch in Mong Kok? Have you ever asked everyone if they recognize you?"

"I bother!"

He spat and threw the milk tea cup in his hand diagonally to the ground, splashing all over Yin Zhaotang and the others.

Yin Zhaotang's usually calm expression became even more ferocious at this moment. Without even saying hello, he grabbed the person who was looking for trouble by the shoulder and attacked directly.

The man in the jacket had anticipated this, and he lowered his shoulders and punched, uniting his waist and horse, starting with a standard straight punch.

Swish!
In the dark movie theater, Niu Qiang, holding a steel dagger that was shaped like an eggplant and as sharp as a bull's horn, rushed out from the right and chopped down fiercely with one blow.

No matter what kind of punch you threw, a two-centimeter-deep cut was left on my arm.

"Grass!"

The man in the jacket covered his arm and screamed.

Yin Zhaotang easily changed his tactics and locked the jacket man's throat, pressing him down on the seat. Niu Qiang followed with a knife and put it on the jacket man's shoulder.

The remaining thugs also drew their knives, rushed to Jiang Hao and his men, pointed their knives at the thugs who were trying to grab seats, and shouted, "Back off!"

"Sit down!"

Yin Zhaotang patted the jacket man's face and said sarcastically, "You look down on Lao Zhong? Then please tell me a good enough name for me to hear."

"If you fail to scare my brothers into submission, they will cut the tendons in your hands and feet and throw you out of the theater."

When the man in the jacket saw the swords and weapons coming, his face remained arrogant, his smile became even crazier, and he said proudly: "I am one of the four major Mong Kok jobbers!"

"Your knife is sharp enough, so you cut my neck. What do you think?"

Chaochuan grinned and continued to provoke.

After Yin Zhaotang took control of the situation, he was not angry. He retorted in a cold tone: "You said the Big Four are the Big Four? I also said that I am the President of the United States, do you believe it!"

"If you want to make a noise, then show your seal!"

Baoyin is a unique incision used by Zhazhi people. It is divided into coded poems and hand seals. The former is "Bao" and the latter is "Yin", collectively known as Baoyin.

Only when people in the underworld encounter difficulties will they show their seals to fellow Hongmen disciples for help. Unless there are special circumstances, being forced to hand over the seals is a very shameful thing!
Firstly, it means that one’s status in the underworld is not respected. Secondly, in an era when information is not well developed, it is possible that someone could steal the seal and use it to defraud people.

The arrogant smile on Chao Chuan's face disappeared, and he said gloomily: "Fuck your mother, Shenxiantang, are you qualified to ask me to hand over the seal?"

Yin Zhaotang said with a strange smile: "I see that you are not a member of the Big Four. You lied about being a Hongmen brother. It's just right for me to pull out all your teeth first and then hand them over to the Big Four brothers for disposal. There are hundreds of people in the theater as witnesses. If there is a misunderstanding, don't say that I didn't give you a chance to make a noise!"

Seeing that Yin Zhaotang had pointed out the rules one by one and done things very well, Chao Chuan could not find any reason to cause trouble, so he had to show his seal, put his index finger down, and light three and a half sticks of incense representing benevolence and righteousness, and said in a voice with resentment: "After passing level after level, the Hongmen was originally in Longhu Mountain. The left seal! The seal is in the heart of the Hong family, and righteousness is in Wuzhi Mountain! The right seal! The dragon head and the phoenix tail are in the blue sky, a pinch of heart incense in front of the master, on the day of the sworn brotherhood, I will go first at the Red Flower Pavilion!"

"Single horse and all of Guangdong, the 12th red stick Tang Zhihai is in front of us!"

(End of this chapter)