Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 159: 55: Family Law

Open the Ming Hall!

After opening the Shantang, the Mingtang is opened. The handsome guy played this trick well.

Kill one to serve as a warning to others!

Shenxianjin gave a thumbs up to handsome Sheng in her heart. It seems that handsome Sheng’s words will resound throughout Yau Ma Tei today.

Two noodle stall owners were dragged in by Xizai and thrown into the makeshift incense hall.

All the scoundrels present were silent. They all knew that these two had broken the house rules and were caught by Brother Sheng. However, no one expected that Brother Sheng would use them as an example to scare the monkeys.

"Lao Ding, Uncle Wai, Uncle Lan, you three are the seniors, and I am the leader of the gang. The rules I set are the family rules of the gang."

"Am I right?"

Chi Mengli didn't even look at the two errant Sijiuzai who were thrown to the ground by Xizi, but looked at the three Shenxianjins who were sitting on the chairs.

Do things in the right way, then you can have the final say.

"Ah Sheng, you are the leader of the Tong recognized by the Grandmaster, the Red Stick of the Water Room. The words you say and the rules you set are the family law in the Yau Ma Tei Tong!"

The mistakes made by these two flops must have touched the bottom line of the handsome guy's victory.

Shenxianjin didn't know these two people, they were not related to him, so there was no need for him to stand up for them.

"Ba Shi, Hong Guo, you two are my lackeys. Before you worshipped in the Shui Fang, didn't I tell you that no one in the Yau Ma Tei Shui Fang Hall is allowed to open a noodle stall?"

After getting the recognition from Shenxianjin, Chi Mengli looked at the bus and Hongguo lying on the ground with a gloomy face.

"Said!"

The scarred bus raised its head and answered with difficulty.

"Did I, as the boss, not give you enough money? Didn't I find you a way to make money? Didn't I give you a place to run around?" Chi Mengli continued to ask.

Bus and Hongguo looked at each other, said nothing, and just shook their heads.

The other idiots present did not dare to plead for mercy. This was a temple, in front of Lao Ding and the uncles. If Brother Sheng did not call out their names, they would not even have the chance to speak.

"Well, since I've given you enough money, a way to make money, and a place, you have fallen into depravity."

"Now I'll give you two a chance to speak in front of Lao Ding, so you don't have to accuse me of being unfair."

Chi Mengli gave Bashi and Hongguo a chance to appeal. If they really had unspeakable secrets, he could also let them go.

Bus and Hongguo looked at each other, but chose to remain silent and put their heads in their crotches.

"Okay! If you have nothing to say, I won't force you."

"A country has its own laws, and a family has its own rules. I, Handsome Sheng, will do things fairly, reward those who have made contributions, and punish those who have made mistakes."

"Spinach East."

Chi Mengli looked towards the door and called Bo Xidong's name.

All the scoundrels were stunned. They all knew that Bocaidong was Shengge's trusted henchman, earning 50,000 to 60,000 a week. He was the main supporter of the gang, so there was no reason for him to open a noodle stall and eat his last meal.

When he heard Brother Sheng calling his name, Bo Xidong squeezed through the crowd, walked into the incense hall, and knelt in front of Bus and Hongguo.

"Bo Shi Dong, tell us in front of the Hongmen ancestors, Guan Shengdijun, and the founder whether you participated in the opening of the noodle stall by Bus and Hong Guo."

Chi Mengli picked up the equipment he had obtained when he took up his post from the altar. The red stick, as the name suggests, is a real peach wood stick wrapped with red silk thread.

After Liu Bei, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei swore brotherhood in Peach Garden, peach wood has come to represent loyalty and courage.

He held his own red-lined peach wood stick, pointed at Bo Xidong, and asked him to swear in front of the ancestors of the Hongmen, Guandi, and Bodhidharma.

"I, Bo Xidong, swear before heaven, earth, the ancestors of the Hongmen, Guan Shengdijun, and the Grandmaster that I absolutely do not run a fan club."

Bocaidong said categorically that he did not participate in the fan file.

Chi Mengli already knew that Bocaidong had not gotten involved in the noodle stall business of Bus and Hongguo, so he continued to ask, "If that's the case, why don't you report to the sect when your fellow disciples make mistakes and violate the family rules?"

"Do you know what's wrong?"

When Bo Xidong heard Chi Mengli's question, he immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I know I was wrong."

After Chi Mengli finished asking the question, he looked at Shen Xianjin and asked for instructions: "Lao Ding, I am a novice, and I am afraid that the brothers will say that I am unfair. According to the rules of Hongmen, if you violate the house rules, you should be punished with three cuts and six holes."

"I think my brothers have no objection, but Bo Xidong is my top dog. No matter what I do, if it gets out to the world, people will say that I am protecting my confidant."

"Please tell me what the crime is for shielding fellow disciples and deceiving superiors and subordinates!"

Shenxianjin sighed, thought for a second, and immediately understood the handsome Sheng's intention. No wonder he asked Bo Xi Dongda to give him a golden mooncake in the morning. It turned out that it was for the Kaimingtang event.

Cheating superiors and hiding the truth from subordinates is not a big deal.

However, the Hongmen has strict rules. If someone is guilty, he must be punished. This is the rule.

Before things are weighed, they may weigh less than one or two pounds, but once they are weighed, they can weigh even a thousand pounds.

"Sheltering fellow criminals, deceiving superiors and concealing the truth from subordinates, he should be punished with ten sticks." If Handsome Sheng wants to be famous, he must abide by the rules, the rules of the Hongmen, and the rules of the underworld. If he is unfair, the subordinates will not recognize him as a signboard.

But it can't be too heavy. After all, Spinach is the boss of the hall, and when he ties his straw sandals, he has to consider the boss's thoughts.

Shenxian Jin quickly came up with a plan and had Bocaidong be punished with ten sticks. After all, today was the Mid-Autumn Festival and the sight of blood was unlucky.

"A-Da has spoken, and we, the younger generation, can only obey."

"Adong, do you admit it?"

If a person is weak, it would be difficult to withstand ten blows from the killing stick and he might even die.

But it's better than using a knife and making three cuts and six holes.

One has a 5% chance of death, the other has a 5% chance of survival. The difference between the two is as huge as heaven and earth.

"Okay, since you admit it, then let's execute you."

"You are my chief horse. If I take action, my brothers will definitely show mercy."

"So I asked the King of Punishment, who is in the number gang of filial piety, to do it. I don't think anyone would gossip about it!"

"Please ask King Xing to come over."

Chi Mengli was very well prepared today. He had the knife boy for knife-wielding and the King of Punishment from the Number Gang for torture.

Xizi hurried downstairs, left the Li Ji Restaurant, ran to the blue van across the street, and said a few words to the person in the driver's seat.

The door of the blue van opened, and King Xing came out holding a killing stick used in ancient yamen, and walked into the Liji Restaurant.

Shenxianjin was also surprised when he heard that Liangzaisheng had invited King Xing from the Number Gang. King Xing was a prominent figure in the Number Gang. He had no henchmen, only disciples, and no territory, but he never lacked money to spend.

The reason for this is that he has a unique skill.

The grandfather of King Xing was a torturer in the Qing Dynasty. In ancient times, the job of torture was passed down from father to son, from generation to generation. I heard that the grandfather of King Xing’s grandfather was a torturer in the Yuan Dynasty. His ancestors made a living in the torture room.

However, the Qing Dynasty fell and Hong Kong became a society ruled by law, but the skill of the King of Punishment, which he had practiced since childhood, was never abandoned.

Many clubs with affiliations with affiliations would invite him to come over when they encountered something that needed to be discussed, in order to show that the club was fair.

King Xing, who had no territory or followers, relied on this unique skill to buy four or five stalls and work as a landlord.

King Xing walked into the box. Once the two red paper lanterns in front of the door were removed, it was no longer the incense hall, so he entered the box instead of the incense hall.

"Uncle Jin, long time no see."

King Xing entered the box and first greeted the immortal Jin, who had the highest seniority and status.

Shenxian Jin took a look at the killing stick in King Xing's hand and shook his head. The killing stick had a standard only in the Qing Dynasty. It was five feet and five inches long, two inches wide at the big end, one and a half inches wide at the small end, and weighed two kilograms. It was meant to be used to kill people. It seemed that Handsome Sheng was going to play for real this time.

No matter what he thought in his heart, he still had to say hello to King Xing: "King Xing, long time no see. Sorry to bother you this time."

"I take money from people and help them get rid of disasters. This is what I, the King of Xing, do."

"Uncle Jin, you are the boss, you are very impressive, but I am just a small character. Brother Sheng asked me to do something, I dare not refuse."

"But the injured brother doesn't dare to hate Zitou, doesn't dare to hate you, Uncle Jin, and doesn't dare to hate Brother Sheng, but he will definitely hate a nobody like me. Let's make it clear, I just work hard."

"We have no grudges in the past, and no hatred in the present. The reason we can meet here is because of God's secret mischief. This is God's will. I hope you can let it go."

"If you ask King Xing to host a banquet to apologize in the future, I will definitely not refuse."

King Xing's job is to offend people, so he must make it clear in advance, otherwise he will definitely be punished by fire.

Shenxian Jin laughed, looked at Chi Mengli, and said, "A Sheng, you have to give King Xing a reassurance, otherwise King Xing will not dare to take action."

Chi Mengli looked at Ji Mi, who understood and handed him a file bag. He grabbed the file bag, walked in front of King Xing, and said, "I, Ah Sheng, promise that no one will touch a hair of yours, King Xing."

"If anyone starts a fight, it means they are fighting with my handsome boy. I will settle it."

"This is your appearance fee, Brother Xing Wang. Thank you for your hard work."

There is 100,000 yuan in cash in the cowhide document bag. If you ask King Xing for help, it will cost 100,000 yuan each time. The appearance fee is quite high.

Chi Mengli handed the file bag to King Xing, and made a gesture with his left hand without leaving a trace, extending his thumb and middle finger and waving them in front of King Xing.

When King of Punishment saw Handsome Sheng's gesture, he was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that there was someone in Hong Kong who understood the prison sign language.

If the thumb and middle finger are extended, it means the host has given money and asked him to show mercy.

King Xing weighed the document bag and found it was indeed heavier than usual. He quickly smiled, nodded impeccably, and said with a smile: "With Brother Sheng's words, I feel relieved."

"Everyone knows about Yau Ma Tei. Brother Sheng's words are more effective than an imperial decree."

"I wonder if Brother Sheng knows the rules. Should we play with the white-headed lot? The black-headed lot? The red-headed lot?"

"What rules? Brother Sheng has to make the decision!"

(End of this chapter)