My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 69 Forced Landing at Tolo Harbor

At 30,000 feet, a Boeing 707 passenger plane gracefully glides through the clouds.

For this trip to Hong Kong, the entourage was large, and they also needed to carry a lot of filming equipment. Warner Bros., with its deep pockets, simply chartered the entire flight.

The members of Han's Film Company, who were the core of the "Enter the Dragon" crew, were all seated in first class.

By the window, Renée Russo gripped the armrest of the seat tightly, her back ramrod straight, her whole body appearing incredibly stiff.

This was her first time on an airplane.

"Relax, Renee." Qin Han patted her tense arm. "Just think of it as a long bus trip."

Renee forced a smile, her voice still trembling slightly: "Qin... I'm just a little worried."

"George has never left my side. This time, I'm sending him with Sly to Maine..."

George couldn't go to Hong Kong with everyone because he still had to go to school.

Stallone, who stayed behind, naturally became his guardian.

This weekend, he's heading to Maine to find Stephen. George can't stay home alone, so he'll have to take him with him on the flight to Maine.

"Are you worried that George won't get along with that big guy?"

"That Sly... he does look pretty scary," Renee muttered. "Especially when he's not smiling, he looks like he's ready to punch someone at any moment."

Qin Han laughed heartily: "Didn't you see how gentle he was with Brooks? Don't worry, he definitely won't mistreat George."

"Besides, it's George's first time flying to Maine."

"When you get back, if he finds out what you look like now, he'll probably laugh at you for the rest of his life!" he teased.

"He wouldn't dare!" The girl's competitive spirit instantly overwhelmed her fear: "I won't lose to that brat."

Boom—!

The massive fuselage suddenly shuddered violently.

"Ah!" Renee exclaimed, her nerves, which had just relaxed, tensed up again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain's announcement. We have encountered a strong turbulence and there may be some bumps."

"Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts. We are about to begin our descent and will soon be landing at Hong Kong Kai Tak Airport."

Although the tone of the announcement was relaxed, the atmosphere inside the cockpit was unusually heavy.

Captain Davis was covered in sweat, gripping the control stick tightly: for a moment, he felt the plane almost lose control.

"Damn it! What was that noise just now?" Jack, the co-pilot, was pale and quickly checked the dashboard.

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"I don't know, maybe it hit a bird." Davis gritted his teeth. "Never mind, we're almost there anyway, let's descend!"

The two pilots worked together to push the control stick, and the plane pierced through the clouds. Below, on the sea, ships were scattered like stars.

Just then, a glaring red light suddenly illuminated on the dial: "Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Jack glanced at the dashboard, his voice trembling: "Captain! There's a fuel problem! The fuel gauge is almost at zero!"

"What?!" Davis could hardly believe his ears. "This is impossible! I checked the fuel gauge myself before takeoff, and it was full. How could it be empty?"

As the fuel ran out, the roaring engine sound began to rapidly diminish, the aircraft's power waned, and it began to gradually descend under the pull of gravity.

"Mayday! Mayday! This is Pan Am flight PA811! We've run out of fuel! Requesting an emergency landing! Requesting an emergency landing!"

Davis roared into the radio.

At this moment, even the most oblivious person in the first-class cabin could sense that something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Bruce Lee pulled off his blindfold, and his keen sense of balance allowed him to notice the abnormality in the plane's attitude.

The announcement came on again, the captain's voice trembling with despair:

"Dear passengers... We regret to inform you that we have lost power and are unable to reach Kai Tak Airport. We will need to make an emergency landing at sea."

"Please put on your life jackets and maintain an impact-resistant posture. May God bless us."

Renee clung tightly to Qin Han's arm, tears streaming down her face. "Qin...will we die?"

Qin Han's expression was equally grave: a forced landing?

This is Hong Kong, one of the world's busiest waterways!

Making an emergency landing in such a place would most likely result in a direct collision with a densely packed fleet of ships, which would be a certain death!

We must find an open body of water!

Qin Han closed his eyes, his mind racing. Suddenly, a line of words flashed through his mind like lightning.

Due to warm and humid air currents, Tolo Harbour in Hong Kong has entered its red tide season ahead of schedule, resulting in the death of a large number of fish and prompting fishermen to leave the harbor to fish.

Yes, Tolo Harbour is now a "clear zone" with no ships!

Qin Han yelled at the flight attendant, who was on the verge of tears, "Listen! Go tell the captain! Fly to Tolo Harbour!"

"Wh...what?" The flight attendant was stunned by his shout.

"Tolo Harbour is the only safe landing point! If you want to live, head that way!" Qin Han roared, enunciating each word clearly.

Seeing the unwavering light in the man's eyes, the flight attendant stumbled and rushed toward the cockpit.

At that moment, Captain Davis looked down at the densely packed ships below and felt a despair that made him feel like he was suffocating.

"Captain! A passenger in the back said...to Tolo Harbour!" a flight attendant rushed in shouting, "He said there are no ships there!"

Davis turned to look at the nautical chart: Tolo Harbour... that's an inner bay, usually teeming with fishing boats...

"Jack, adjust the radar's direction!"

Sure enough, radar showed that there seemed to be few fishing boats in Tolo Harbour today.

"That's it! Everyone buckle up!" Davis pulled the control stick with all his might, using the last bit of fuel to fly towards the bay to the east.

The altitude kept decreasing, 3000 feet... 1000 feet... 500 feet...

The sea outside the window became clearer and clearer; it was no longer a deep blue sea, but a body of water with an eerie dark red hue.

Red tide!

No wonder there aren't any fishing boats around!

"God bless!" Davis shouted his last prayer.

"Boom—!!!" A tremendous impact struck instantly.

The plane bounced a few times on the sea surface, like a stone skipping across the water, before finally crashing heavily into the water, creating a huge red wave.

I don't know how much time passed; maybe a minute, maybe a century.

The violent shaking finally stopped.

The cabin was in a mess, and seawater began to pour in through the cracks, carrying the distinctive fishy smell of a red tide.

"We...are still alive?" Renee looked up, tears streaming down her face, staring in disbelief at her surroundings.

"Live! Everyone live!" Qin Han unbuckled his seatbelt and shouted, "Quick! Open the emergency exits! Deploy the life rafts! Everyone evacuate!"

……

An hour later, at the Tai Po Market Wharf.

The sounds of sirens and ambulances filled the air, and a large number of reporters rushed to the scene, surrounding the pier.

However, several black Mercedes-Benz cars had been waiting for a long time, and a group of burly bodyguards roughly pushed aside all the long guns and short cannons, escorting this special group of "survivors" away quickly.

The convoy sped through the streets of Kowloon and eventually drove into a secluded villa on the Mid-Levels.

This is Raymond Chow's private residence.

"If it weren't for your good fortune... Golden Harvest would have collapsed." At this moment, Raymond Chow's voice was filled with suppressed extreme anger and lingering fear.

"Mr. Zou, what did the airline say?" Qin Han asked, wrapped in a blanket, holding a cup of hot tea, his eyes icy cold.

"Someone tampered with the fuel gauge before takeoff; the fuel tank wasn't full at all!"

"This tactic... reminds me of the Cathay incident back then."

In 1964, the head of Cathay Organisation, which was once the dominant force in the Hong Kong film industry, was killed in a plane crash in Taiwan, along with all the top executives.

This directly led to the decline of Cathay Organisation and Shaw Brothers' dominance of the industry.

"Impossible." Qin Han shook his head: "Old Master Shao's influence can't reach into Pan Am."

"No need to guess, it must be those bastards from Las Vegas."