The cunning and ruthless Frank, after a final struggle, managed to slip through the ranks of the gold-and-silver-armored guards and became a fugitive. As he burst out of the factory, he unexpectedly tripped on the ropes. The three close friends under High Light—Fat Deng, the awkward Yang, and the soft-spoken Wu—weren't there just to eat their meals. They had stationed a group of comrades from the Wind and Fire Hall around the perimeter of the abandoned factory, well-prepared and waiting in ambush. Soon, Frank was captured. On the surface, the story seemed to conclude here—but it far from did. Though subdued by the gold-and-silver-armored guards, Frank's cleverness shone through: he bit through the prepared substance in his mouth and, seizing the guards' moment of inattention, sprayed it at them. A foul odor rushed over them. The gold-and-silver-armored guards were overwhelmed and collapsed, dazed. Dong Jiao and Yu Die were deeply alarmed. "No! Sean! Don't come near!" Dong Jiao and Yu Die clung to each other, retreating steadily backward. Shawn gazed at the stunningly graceful women before him with a lingering, flirtatious gaze, and said to them, "In truth, you're all mine. If you'd all just obeyed me, I wouldn't have been driven to this point." "Gong姐! Hurry! Hurry! This is a real sensual lover!" Yu Di urged Gong Jiao. Gong Jiao nodded and replied, "Di, let's head for the door!" The two women hurried toward the exit. Unexpectedly, Shawn moved even faster, intercepting them before they reached the broken iron door. As Shawn reached out with his rather persistent hands, Yu Di struggled fiercely—crashing to the ground, a hairband and a mask fell off Shawn's body. Wow! How unattractive! "Who are you? Who exactly are you?" Gong Jiao and Yu Di both gasped in surprise. "Ha! You've caught me! I'm not Shawn—my real counterpart has already been killed. I'm an impostor! My name is Malik, the head of the Corsican Mafia in France." Malik's voice was as terrifying as that of a demon. "It's no wonder he doesn't at all resemble the Sean people have always described!" The two beautiful women, Dong Jiao and Yu Di, suddenly woke up to it—only to find they were already too late. Malik had seized them with lightning speed. A seasoned leader of the Corsican mafia, once truly enraged, had found these two Eastern beauties as easy prey as a tiger hunting sheep. Pushed down onto a pile of downy cotton, the two women were utterly exhausted, with no strength left to resist—any effort they made proved futile. Malik was now gently tearing at their outer garments, his eyes fixed on them with a lustful gaze. Dong Jiao, eyes closed in despair, cried out, "Gao Liang! Husband! Come quickly! Save us!" Yu Di, tears streaming down her face, called out, "Gao Dong! Where are you? We're so afraid!" Malik, who couldn't bear to see them raise Gao Liang, immediately lost his temper and slapped them both with a powerful palm. If the two beautiful women were forced to meet the attack head-on, their delicate faces would surely be ruined. At this crucial moment, a sudden crack echoed as Malik's broad palm struck against a solid object—his hand now felt like a needle piercing through. He looked down—my goodness! His palm was bleeding. Between himself and the two beautiful women, a thousand-thorn shield had suddenly appeared. Upon closer inspection, a handsome, dignified young man stepped into view. He was Gao Liang. "You! You little upstart! You've disrupted my plans! Excellent! I'll have you dead!" Malik's lips curled into a cold smile as he grasped a short knife and drove it straight toward Gao Liang's chest. Who was Gao Liang? A seasoned master of both meditation and martial arts at the Shaolin Temple, now a deity himself—so powerful that even the Heavenly Emperor feared him. Indeed, Gao Liang was the true Sovereign of Divine Martial Might in the cosmos. Naturally, he skillfully evaded the attack. Gao Liang hadn't faced any direct competition recently. This encounter with Malik stirred a surge of passion within him. He stepped forward and launched his attack. Huangdao moved faster. "Ah!" Before Malik's short sword could reach Huangdao, Huangdao's iron sand palm struck Malik squarely in the face. This iron sand palm was one of Shaolin's most powerful techniques—practiced by Huangdao while immersed in scorching iron sand. Huangdao and Dong Jiao had trained for nearly a month specifically to perform the sequel film of *Dreaming of the Red Chamber*. Huangdao's iron sand palm was exceptionally strong, even more powerful than the Jingshan Fist by a third. Malik's face was deformed, leaning sharply to one side, swollen high with blood seeping from his mouth and several teeth knocked out—four in total, all front incisors. For the first time, Malik had encountered such a formidable opponent and was furious. He immediately drew out a second short sword from his waist, seizing the moment when Huangdao was off-balance, and drove it toward Huangdao's chest. At this moment, our heroine Dong Jiao stepped in. With Huangdao present, Dong Jiao felt braver than ever. She shouted angrily, lifted her jade foot, and the silver-gray high-heeled shoe struck directly at Malik's crotch. "Oh my!" Malik truly felt the full force of his life force being severely punished. That life force which had so often disgraced countless female celebrities, that life force which had seduced so many women, was now ruthlessly treated by Dong Jiao. Malik clutched his lower body tightly with both hands, stared in shock, and froze completely. "Well deserved!" Yu Di watched the scene with great satisfaction, picking up a short stick from the ground and striking hard at Malik's waist. "Ow!" Malik winced, his face contorting with pain. His waist immediately fractured. "Great color magician! Great demon! Well deserved!" Dong Jiao and Yu Di exhaled deeply, feeling immensely relieved after their treatment of Malik. Malik still tried to resist, as he simply couldn't accept the reality of being bullied by two beautiful women. He grew furious and charged straight at them. At the moment when both women's faces fell, our Gao Huang stepped in. "Crash!" At that moment, the brilliant power of Gao Liang's diamond fist erupted. "Plop, plop, plop!" Malik had six ribs broken instantly. With a solid thud, Malik collapsed to the ground and could no longer rise. Gao Liang stepped firmly on Malik's chest, about to twist him with force, when suddenly a French police officer burst through the door and addressed Gao Liang: "This one we'll take care of!" Gao Liang then threw a fierce statement at Malik: "Anyone who harms my woman shall die!" Upon hearing these words, Malik trembled, his body convulsed, and when the police checked his breathing, he had passed away. "He's dead! He's dead!" A voice of relief reached the Cannes Film Festival hall. Everyone cheered: "Excellent! Excellent! Peace has been restored! Peace has been restored!" The audience danced and sang, continuing the grand celebration of the film festival. Movies from around 150 countries gather here, where an expert jury panel carefully selects the entries and ultimately awards the prizes based on audience voting. The sequel film "Dreaming of the Red Chamber," directed by Gao Huang, stands out among the many films, distinguished primarily by its authentic Shaolin kung fu performances.