A punch that blasted through a wall? How much strength does that require? If one has such strength, then one against thirty...
"Look," Wang Hao said with a smiling squint, nonchalantly sitting back down, "With that kind of strength, fighting thirty people alone shouldn’t be a problem, right?"
Wang Zhian was completely astonished!
He stared blankly at Wang Hao, opened his mouth, and only after a long while managed to utter, "Yes... yes..."
"So that’s what I’m saying," Wang Hao shrugged his shoulders, smiling, "why can Americans fight and never die, while Heavenly Country people must be killed off? An American hero wipes out a brigade, thousands of people, and comes out without a scratch and you think that’s a success. A retired soldier from China, a national champion, takes on ten ordinary punks and must be severely wounded or die?"
Wang Zhian’s face changed color from Wang Hao’s retort.
His lips quivered for a long time without producing any words, and ultimately, having nothing left to say, he found something to add, "Director Wang really should have this confidence. So, let’s leave it at that, and I hope Director Wang can give us his best work, thank you."
"Thank you," Wang Hao said with a beaming smile as he stood up and waved at Wang Zhian, "Feel free to come by more often!"
That expression and demeanor were just like those of an ancient brothel madam saying, "Welcome, sir, to come and play often..."
Zhao Zhenhao, Fang Wenbin, and others watching on the side almost burst into laughter!
Brother Hao is really too wicked—I love it!
Then he saw the homeowner hurry in, and Wang Hao quickly pulled out his wallet to compensate the owner...
Posturing is fine, but damaging someone’s house still requires payment...
In the next two days, the internet exploded once again!
All netizens were discussing Wang Hao’s interview! After all, it was genuine skill on display!
"Director Wang is so badass! He speaks with such authority!"
"Right, why should we be thrilled when foreigners can take on dozens at a time, but when it’s us taking on ten, we have to be severely injured or die?!"
"That’s because some people have knelt for so long their knees have grown roots!"
"Exactly, look at Director Wang’s strength, punching holes in walls—but Director Wang’s own strength is indeed extraordinary, even better than professional American boxers!"
"Director Wang really knows how to make a hole, but I wonder if Director Wang is interested in ours, it’s been a long time since it’s been punched..."
"Do you need help with making a hole, beautiful lady?"
Suddenly, the entire internet was buzzing with Wang Hao’s words!
Authority! Badass! That’s how cool speaking should be!
Brother can take on thirty by himself, if you’re confident your flesh is tougher than a wall, feel free to try!
While the internet was buzzing with Wang Hao’s words, Wang Hao himself had already led the entire crew to Africa.
Because after finishing the scenes on the mainland, the shots to follow were the ones that truly required a fight to film!
Africa! That’s a place filled with wild beasts and venomous creatures!
And the most critical thing is, killers are everywhere in the natural world here, and not just that—even within the country, things are far from peaceful! There are actually armed groups here!
"Alright, everyone has gathered, hurry up!" As the crew arrived at the filming location, as soon as they got off the bus, Wang Hao immediately called for all hands to assemble: "Everyone gather quickly, hurry, I have something to say!"
When Director Wang had something to say, naturally, no one could afford to be careless.
This time, not only did the crew members come over, but Zhao Zhenhao and several other wealthy young masters also followed.
After all, this is Africa, taking a trip here to play around for a few days en route is really quite nice.
"Director Wang, what’s the matter?" The crowd assembled, with over two hundred people all murmuring among themselves. Many were curious if Wang Hao was calling everyone together because he had encountered some trouble.
"Gathering everyone here, I want to tell you," Wang Hao looked at everyone present and said, "This is Africa, not our Heavenly People’s Republic! In our country, we have no problems eating skewers roadside at eleven or twelve at night. But here, no one is allowed out once the sun sets, and I don’t want anyone ending up dead here. Let me emphasize again, I am not joking!"
Can’t go out after dark?! For real?!
The crowd was stunned when they heard this!
How is one supposed to live like that?! It’s only seven or eight in the evening when it gets dark, and we can’t go out?!
We were just counting on being able to take a stroll after a busy day, and now even that’s not allowed?!
"Director Wang, it can’t be that serious, can it?" People looked at each other, and someone in the crowd asked, "Are we really only allowed to stay in the camp?"
Others chimed in agreement: "Yeah, at least if we don’t wander far it should be fine, right? It’s the 21st century; it can’t be that dangerous, can it?"
"I’ll say it again," Wang Hao shouted loudly, "This isn’t the Heavenly People’s Republic, this place is very dangerous! Everyone must not leave our camp on their own, or it is really easy to encounter danger!"
People looked at each other.
Director Wang said it’s dangerous... it’s probably really dangerous then!
Clearly, Wang Hao’s warning was very effective—over the next few days, the members of the entire crew were very disciplined, hardly anyone left the camp.
During these days, Wang Hao had been practicing how to use firearms with Wu Dakang, Yang Yunfei, and others.
This required hard work: burst firing, footwork, eye contact, changing magazines with one hand, cooperating with cover from Wang Hao—every detail couldn’t be neglected.
Otherwise, once the film was released and spotted by professionals for amateur mistakes, with Hong Tianjun’s connections, this movie would definitely get torn apart by critics!
"Ah, these days on end," that night, a group from the crew sat around in the open space, Ren Xing with a wild grass in his mouth, grumbled, "It’s almost been a month now, Brother Hao told us not to go out, so we won’t, but we can’t find actors, and we can’t even go too far..."
Sitting next to him, Zhao Zhenhao shook his head and said, "Yeah, the movie needs a huge number of extras, including people to operate tanks; just for the rebel army alone we need hundreds. It’s been days and we’ve only recruited about twenty, not even enough to fill gaps, and those tribal natives are very difficult to deal with, we can’t even get the filming done..."
"Tell me about it," Ren Xing nodded, "But Brother Hao never deceives me, if he says it’s dangerous outside then we’d better not go out..."
Beside him, Fang Wenbin nodded; Ren Xing might seem dull, but he was actually not stupid at all.
He was the type that understood what sort of tasks were suitable for what kind of people.
"Alright, let it be," Fang Wenbin shook his head and said, "Didn’t the assistant directors go out to recruit people? With Da Xiong’s size, there shouldn’t be a problem..."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
But unexpectedly, at this moment, a crew member came running in desperately, shouting as he ran: "Director Wang! Director Wang! Something big has happened!"
"What’s going on?!" Wang Hao rushed out of his tent in a panic and demanded, "What happened?!"
"Director Zhang, Director Zhang, and several others went out to find actors," the crew member said, gasping for breath, "and... and they’ve been kidnapped by armed groups!"