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  After lingering in the backyard Buddha hall for over ten minutes, by the time Wu Ming arrived at the front hall of the temple with the Buddhist monks, it was already too late. The scene was chaotic, with shouts and curses filling the air, and the situation had completely spiralled out of control.

  When Wu Ming and others broke into the encirclement, everyone in the crew was tied up, with bruises on their faces, and they were forced to kneel on the ground like prisoners waiting for execution, each with a helpless expression.

  To Wu Ming and others, Director Niu Zhenwei seemed like a savior, crying out in anguish: "Quickly save us."

  "Wu Ge! Save us!"

  What a pitiful gaze! Each of them looked like they had been ravaged eighteen times, Wu Ming let out a soft sigh. If only they had listened to me and escaped earlier, everyone would be watching the Bangkok Ghost Show by now. Hindsight is 20/20, why bother with regrets?

  The only ones in the crew who had not yet been subdued were Bilian and her two bodyguards, they were still resisting desperately, but, one pair of fists can't defeat four hands, even a good man can't withstand being outnumbered, the two thugs were quickly beaten to the point where they were left lying on the ground gasping for breath.

  Two bodyguards fell down, and Bilian was immediately caught and tied up, with her mouth also being stuffed with a smelly sock. Who has such professional binding skills? She was actually tied up in a way that accentuated her curves, making Wu Ming unable to help but take two more glances.

  Five or six hundred young and strong followers picked up thirty or forty smelly sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, just like chopping vegetables, three punches and two kicks settled it, then hundreds of green eyes cast towards Wu Ming and others, those eyes were like undressing a little daughter-in-law.

  Wu Ming subconsciously moved closer to the 'Get Out of Jail Free' card, then loudly said in Thai: "Who is the person in charge? Can you come out and talk?"

  Surrounded by several people, a middle-aged man with a small mustache walked out, bowed to the Buddha statue, and then turned to Wu Ming, saying coldly: "I am Zhaduo Wang, the chief of the Mo Ye Di Gao Min tribe."

  Speaking Thai has a subtlety, which is to pay attention to the tone, and misusing high or low tones can lead to misunderstandings. Originally wanting to praise his father might turn into scolding his mother. Wu Ming was very cautious with his words and slowly said: "I'd like to ask, what do you plan to do with them?"

  Wu Ming emphasized the two words, directly disassociating himself from the crew and discussing the matter as an outsider. Dead friends don't die bald donkeys, that Ami is a tofu!

  "Those who dare to beat up monks in our sacred land and blaspheme against our Shakyamuni Buddha, I will tie them to the pagoda for penance," said Chaduo Wang with a gloomy face.

  "How long must I repent?"

  "At least four days!"

  "Not giving food or drink?"

  "Hmmph!"

  Four days without eating or drinking? Wouldn't that turn him into a dried-up cicada? Money can talk, and the only way to seek peace is to use brotherly love to compensate. Wu Ming said straightforwardly: "They're willing to pay compensation, a lot of money!"

  "Compensation?" Zha Duo Wang said disdainfully, "Unless they are willing to help our Ling Fo Temple cast a 10-meter golden Buddha, we can consider forgiving them."

  Wu Ming subconsciously thought of a gold Buddha cast in pure gold, and was immediately frightened to the point of wilting like a chrysanthemum. He thought to himself: It's better to take their lives instead. With a forced smile, he said: "Then I'll ask for you..." As he spoke, he turned to Niu Zhenwei, who was being held in a headlock by someone wielding a hoe, and shouted loudly: "Director Niu! They want us to compensate them with a 10-meter-tall gold Buddha. If we don't, they'll take our lives!"

  Niu Zhenwei suddenly revealed a ruthless side and said, "Then just kill me!"

  As expected, he's a standard miser. Wu Ming didn't feel any surprise. In order to save expenses, they had already offended people and still dared to take risks and stay behind to film. It can be imagined how stingy Niu Zhenwei is. Wu Ming sighed and turned to the silent Li Fo Da Seng, whose one sentence would decide life or death.

  The great monk finally opened his golden mouth and faintly called out: "Duō wàng..."

  "Master, is there anything you would like to advise me?"

  "Spare them if they will accept a flogging!"

  "Yes!"

  "All right! Three blows with the rod for each of you, and that's it." The Great Master Li Fo announced, then gave some orders to the monks beside him. Soon, the monks came back with long rods.

  A group of tender-skinned and delicate comrades, Wu Ming helplessly shook his head. With their small stature, one stick would definitely make them bruise and bleed. He voluntarily stood out and bitterly smiled: "How many sticks do you want to hit? I'll take it for them."

  "Very good!" Zha Duo Wang sneered.

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  Wu Ming wanted to help the crew members avoid punishment, but someone was unwilling to accept his kindness. The male lead of the crew stood up with great courage and dignity, and after the translator who had been called back by the crew was beaten until he cried bitterly, he quickly retreated.

  The Thai translator who was called back by the film crew was really unlucky, being scolded by his compatriots for no reason and even receiving a flogging. No one could help him resist, after three strokes of the cane, his buttocks were almost torn apart.

  A few sticks and his butt was bleeding, how could Wu Ming withstand over a hundred sticks alone? The men with integrity in the crew stood up one after another, expressing their willingness to take the punishment themselves, even Ruan Fan, who had nothing but two pieces of flesh on his body, also stood up.

  "Stop showing off, when you get hurt, you'll just drag us down...". Zhuge Dachang shouted loudly: "Just me and San Gui will resist, no more nonsense."

  Wu Ming had only one request, don't hit the buttocks. Then, he took a deep breath with Zhu Ge Da Chang and tensed up his muscles.

  The execution began, and two big men holding long sticks swept heavily towards their backs, making a "puff" sound, they bit their teeth and did not make a sound.

  One stick, two sticks... ten sticks, twenty sticks... Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang stood firm, while the crew members secretly turned their heads away, unable to bear it. Only Bi Lijian revealed a sneer of schadenfreude, and this smile happened to enter Wu Ming's eyes.

  When it reached forty sticks, the stick was broken. Wu Ming looked at Zhuge Dachang and smiled: "Pig brother! Is Thai massage comfortable?"

  "It's okay! Just a bit too much force...". Zhuge Dachang smiled wryly, then showed a frustrated expression and continued: "Being hit by someone and not being able to fight back is really infuriating."

  He was beaten with dozens of sticks, if it were an ordinary person, he would have died or lost half his life, but the two of them could still chat and laugh. Hundreds of pairs of eyes revealed a terrified gaze, and one brother who climbed to the roof of the main hall to "watch the ceremony" lost his footing and broke through the glazed tile...

  He was so furious that he stomped through the roof without a place to stand, and fell down effortlessly. Fortunately, the house wasn't too high, or he would have lost his life due to his own carelessness.

  When the stick was broken, Da Shi Da Sang loudly said: "Alright, since the stick is broken at this time, it means that Sakyamuni Buddha has forgiven them and there's no need to hit anymore."

  Zhaduo Wang nodded and said: "Let them all go!"

  Wu Ming and Zhu Ge Da Chang both let out a sigh of relief when they heard the words. Damn, they had finally made it through. They weren't made of iron, so it was impossible for them not to feel any pain. Wu Ming's back hurt so much that it felt numb. He moved his arms around and walked up to Bi Lijian.

  "Looks like you're really happy?"

  "Hmph!" Bridget, gagged and bound, wore a triumphant expression.

  Wu Ming took a big step forward, helped her up, and suddenly used his knee to press against her abdomen, pinning her against his leg. He then slapped her rounded buttocks with a loud smack, causing them to quiver...

  As expected, elastic to the extreme. Wu Ming's mouth hooked up, and then he hummed: "Think I'm being beaten because of who? Dare to gloat, endured for a long time, today I won't spare your life."

  "Bang bang bang..." Bire's buttocks were beaten by Wu Ming, causing her to struggle violently. With something stuffed in her mouth, she could only make "Mmm...mmm" sounds. No need to say, it was clear that she was cursing Wu Ming's ancestors.

  Women have a lot of flesh on their buttocks, but most men don't dare to touch them. Women's buttocks are thick, but most men don't dare to hit them. Wu Ming has never been someone who cherishes women, yet he dares to smile slyly after causing trouble and stirring up big problems. He deserves a beating!

  Hundreds of people watched as Wu Ming slapped Bi Lijian's butt, and they were all stunned. Is this considered infighting? The crisp slapping sound was loud enough to be heard clearly.

  Wu Ming's blows became more and more vigorous, and gradually, Bi Lijian, who was being beaten, fell silent, obediently sticking out her buttocks to let Wu Ming hit her, with a faint, eerie flush on her face and a dazed look in her eyes.

  It seems a bit off, Wu Ming's breathing became heavy and Bilai Zhen's forehead started sweating. Was this woman in pain and pleasure? 'Pa' threw Bilai Zhen to the ground, he took a cold stand and hurriedly walked away.

  Lying on the ground, looking at Wu Ming's distant back, Bi Lijian's eyes revealed a hint of ruthless expression.

  The alarm went off nearly two hours ago, the show was over, and the police finally arrived late, asking about the situation in a perfunctory manner, and finally vowed to investigate thoroughly. The crowd also came out, and the police were just going through the motions.

  The crew's equipment was smashed, the male and female leads were beaten like pigs' heads, the male lead had his front teeth knocked out, it was a heavy loss, but there was no place to reason with, could only silently swallow bitter suffering.

  And even the big bus that the crew came in was smashed by others, with shattered windshields all over the ground. What's worse is that someone actually poured a large amount of feces on the car!

  Under the escort of police cars, a group of disheveled and miserable people left the scene in a stinky big bus, for director Niu Zhenwei, everything that happened today was like a nightmare!

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