Chapter 111: Number One Begins (Request for Subscription)

The five hundred-plus seats of the Marine Theatre were filled to capacity. Aside from the front few rows reserved for the cast, crew, and invited guests, over a hundred seats were allocated to journalists and film critics. The ordinary audience allowed to attend the premiere numbered just over two hundred.

Following the red carpet event, a twenty-minute premiere ceremony took place inside the cinema. Though there was no live television broadcast, the dozens of media outlets armed with cameras and microphones were more than enough to capture every moment.

During the twenty minutes, reporters posed a wide array of questions, gathering ample material for the next day’s headlines. Their inquiries ranged from personal secrets of the cast to awkward or amusing incidents that had occurred on set.

For the audience, this premiere was a novel experience—an opportunity to observe their idolized stars up close. In this setting, the celebrities no longer seemed lofty and unattainable; rather, they appeared as approachable and kindhearted as ordinary people, equally human and prone to interesting occurrences.

When the lights in the theater dimmed, the entire auditorium fell silent, save for the soft breathing of the spectators. A beam of light spilled onto the screen, which gradually brightened from black. The emblem of “Hundred Battles” flashed by, followed by four striking white characters displaying the name “Yan Xu’s Work” against a black backdrop. After those vanished, a line of smaller text began to flicker onto the screen.

In the 1960s, a hundred-square-meter apartment cost just ten thousand dollars, whereas now, that same sum could barely purchase a single square meter. Surveys revealed that the average monthly income in Hong Kong hovered around three thousand dollars, with twenty-eight percent of citizens earning below this average. Over the past two decades, while average incomes had tripled, housing prices had soared a hundredfold. The population of Hong Kong was steadily increasing, yet living spaces continued to shrink. The city was becoming more and more like a prison.

Though the opening narration had shifted to reflect the era in which the film was made, the stark statistics resonated deeply with everyone present. The issue of housing immediately piqued curiosity about the film’s content.

As the subtitles faded, a still image of a stairwell appeared, intermittently flickering with snow-like static. Among the comings and goings of the crowd, a figure wearing a hat flashed briefly, unnoticed by many. The camera slowly panned to the face of a sleepy security guard slouched before a monitor, mouth agape.

Upon seeing that familiar face, a murmur arose among the audience.

“Is that Chen Long playing a security guard?”

“They say it’s a cameo. Not sure how much screen time he gets.”

“With his kung fu skills, being a guard is surely a walk in the park for him.”

The whispers quickly faded as the scene shifted. A shadow silently appeared behind Chen Long, and a zip tie was slowly fastened around his head. The theater fell into breathless silence.

What followed left both the audience and the press breathless with tension and astonishment. No one had anticipated such a gripping, intense, and bloody opening. Particularly harrowing was Chen Long’s desperate act of slashing the artery in his own neck with a knife as he struggled for breath—blood gushing forth, his face twisted in agony, and his body convulsing on the floor amid a pool of crimson.

Though Chen Long’s appearance was brief, the vivid and realistic gore left an indelible impression far surpassing the often nauseating bloodshed found in some Hollywood films.

This opening left the audience pondering: why did this security guard die so early? Who was the killer? What exactly had transpired? What story was this film telling?

The densely packed public housing blocks filled the screen, echoing the earlier statistics—a prison-like confinement of countless families. The cast list appeared alongside.

The scene brightened with the appearance of Kwan Chi Lam, dressed in white-collar attire. The narrative took a sharp turn, focusing on the hectic, stressful life of a white-collar woman. Her boyfriend turned out to be a married man. Had it not been for the earlier bloodshed, one might have thought these were two separate segments.

Familiar faces appeared as colleagues played by Chow Siu Lan, Liu Chi Chi, and Tang Kin Ming.

Fans of Yan Xu’s films knew him as a master storyteller. His previous work, “Taxi Judge,” employed a similar technique: the more tender the scenes, the more brutal and cruel the underlying realities. Yan Xu had a keen understanding of human psychology, often using stark contrasts to jolt the audience’s psyche.

This poignant scene passed swiftly, leaving viewers with a lingering impression of Kwan Chi Lam’s beauty and the stinginess of the character portrayed by Yan Xu. Yet the story remained unfinished, the screen returning to the familiar apartment block.

The role of the Filipino maid was played by Maria, a newcomer recently making her debut in the music industry. While her face was still unfamiliar to many Hong Kong residents, some sharp-eyed reporters recognized the plump woman with exotic features.

The conversations between the housewife played by Cherie Chau and the maid with their friends sparked curiosity. Their dialogue seemed to revolve around the character played by Yan Xu—a man engaged in an extramarital affair.

The subsequent scenes of slaughter unsettled many, especially the horrifying moment when Cherie Chau’s pregnant character was smothered to death. The cruelty felt overwhelming. Was the entire story about to unravel here, revealing that Kwan Chi Lam’s character had murdered her husband’s pregnant wife and maid in order to be with him? A tale of infidelity, but why begin with housing issues, and only halfway through the film? With so much already exposed, what else could possibly captivate?

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