Plot
Fiery Ming Ming (Zhou Xun) has always been the kind to take responsibility for her actions. When she meets D (Daniel Wu) at a boxing ring, the two soon become lovers.
D tells Ming Ming he would go to Harbin if he had $5 million. Taking him at his word, Ming Ming goes to Brother Cat and asks him for the money. When he demurs, she steals it, along with a secret box; she manages to fight off the other gang members by incredible prowess with black flying beads, which projected at enough speed, can be deadly.
Brother Cat is furious she has taken the box; and send his associates to find her.
As she is running away, Ming Ming bumps into an acquaintance, Tu, and passes him the money and tells him to run. Tu's special skill is to run very fast. She also bumps into Nana (Zhou Xun in a double role) who coincidentally is also in love with D, while escaping.
Mistaking Nana for Ming Ming, Tu grabs her hand and the two of them escape to Shanghai in search for D. Nana knows Tu has got the wrong person, but the lure of the $50 million is too strong. Meanwhile, Ming Ming keeps herself hidden with the box, using her superb fighting skills to protect the two from a distance.
Failing to find D, all Ming Ming and Nana have is a secretive voicemail message left by him.
Finally, they realise that the secret that D is looking for is also connected to the box they hold. Just what is this secret...
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