Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 373, Section 150: When the time comes to cause trouble, trouble will inevitably follow.

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No matter how cold the gaze, as long as the money is right, even cattle and horses can interpret it as encouragement from the boss!
As soon as he left the factory, Leg Bro took off the industrial gas mask from his mouth, threw it on the table next to him, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Tables have been set up in the shaded area on the west side of the camp, and a large stove is cooking side dishes, with smoke and aroma filling the air.

Explosive Boy and Big Bull were cleaning crabs and cutting them into pieces when they saw Leg Bro come out holding a bottle of Remy Martin. They all stood up excitedly.

The boss has many rules; drinking and gambling are not allowed. Now, when we're bored, all we can do is kick a ball around. We can only drink soda on weekdays; we're not even allowed to drink ice-cold beer. We can only drink soda every day.

The horse urine that was smuggled onto the island has long been drunk up. Although they can leave the island in three days and then drink every day, everyone's cravings are whetted at the sight of the Remy Martin bottle.

“You bunch of turtle bastards, your eyes bulge out at the sight of XO! This time, the boss saw that you guys were too tired, so he rewarded you with a bottle of foreign liquor. Half a glass each, so as not to delay the work this afternoon.”

"If you delay the work, I'll skin you alive!"

"Hurry up and cook some more beef. Even if we don't eat it all, we have to throw it into the sea to feed the sharks!"

Seeing his brothers' pathetic state, Leg Bro snorted coldly, grabbed a folding chair, sat down, placed the bottle of Remy Martin on the table, and then patted his trouser leg to shake off the sand.

Life is about working from the moment you're born.

Seeing that there was Rémy Martin for lunch, everyone became even more motivated, some cutting beef and others picking vegetables.

Leg Brother walked over to the head chef and said softly, "Clean the pot and cook for the boss first. Be careful when frying the three-eyed crab. The boss is very particular about food. I saw a rat-like grouper in the wooden basin. Cook one. With both fish and crab, the boss will be happy eating."

The chef quickly nodded, then deep-fried all the vegetables, yams, parsley, and asparagus that had been prepared beforehand, then stir-fried them briefly before adding the secret seasoning and XO sauce.

In just a few minutes, a stir-fried vegetable dish was ready, set aside, and covered with a mesh cover.

I poured another large spoonful of salad oil into the pot and started sautéing scallions, ginger, and garlic in preparation for stir-frying the three-eyed crab.

Leg Bro slapped the chef on the head. This bastard hadn't washed the pot. Sometimes when he ate on the island, he would taste three different flavors in one dish. People who didn't know better would think that the food was bought from a food stall in Temple Street.

The chef, still all smiles, magically produced a lion-headed goose from a basin and began to chop it into eight pieces.

These idiots can't be taught!

Leg Bro was also helpless. He sat back down in his chair and waited for the meal to be served.

It took about half an hour to prepare eight dishes and a soup. The chef and his men carried three trays of food into the factory, while three tables were set up in the shade, with the same dishes on each table.

The two dining tables, covered by nets, were reserved for the guards and fishmongers, and for the factory workers. The last table was for Brother Leg and his group.

The guards and operators hadn't eaten yet, so Leg Bro unscrewed the cap of a bottle of Remy Martin, poured himself a glass and a half, and handed it to the chef who was wiping his sweat: "I know you get special treatment and don't sit at the table. You've worked hard these past few days."

"Have a drink to relax. You'll be off the island in three days. Pretend you don't know anything about what happened on the island. If your family asks, just say you were on a boat. Keep your mouth shut. The boss gave you an extra five thousand dollars as a bonus. If you don't want to rest after you get home, go set up a food stall."

"Your brothers will support you and help out your business!"

"If you don't want to work, just stay home and spend time with your wife and kids. The money you've earned during this time is enough for three years. Wait for news. I'll page you when I hear you're coming to the island."

"drink!"

After giving the chef a warning, Leg Bro tapped the chef's glass with the bottle, then pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into the chef's hand.

The Taurus felt different to the touch. The chef could guess its size just by touching it and pinching it with his fingers. His face beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum: "Thank you, Brother Leg!"

"We're all brothers, no need to be so polite!"

Leg Bro walked up to Explosive Boy with a bottle of liquor in his hand. Explosive Boy quickly picked up his glass and stared longingly at the Remy Martin in Leg Bro's hand.

"Look at how useless you are!"

Despite cursing the Explosive Boy, Leg Bro still sided with the scoundrel, pouring him more than half a glass, at least two large gulps more than the chef's glass: "You scoundrel, cause me more trouble, give me more problems."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Everyone else present burst into laughter, unable to catch their breath.

The guy with the explosive drink, holding his glass, scratched his head awkwardly and clinked his glass against Leg Bro's.

After clinking glasses, Leg Bro pulled a wad of cash from his pocket and stuffed it into Explosive Boy's shirt pocket: "The boss gave us an extra five thousand dollars as a bonus. Everyone knows what's good for them, so thank the boss when you see him."

"Come on! Have a drink!"

After pouring the wine for everyone, only a shallow portion remained in the bottles. This was intentional; Brother Leg was always out handling warehouse deliveries and never lacked wine, plus he didn't like drinking, so leaving a small portion was just right.

After finishing their drinks, everyone sat down and began to enjoy the three-eyed crab that Brother Leg had brought back, thinking about where they could go and have fun with their salaries after they went ashore.

Laughter and cheerful voices reached the warehouse. Peach Blossom Girl opened her eyes and moved her numb arms. The warehouse was quiet, with only faint breathing sounds.

Unfortunately, she was the one whose hands and feet were tied, but her fingers could still move. She slowly slipped her fingers into her underwear, touched the tape tied below, and tore it off little by little.

Everyone has body hair, men and women alike. After all, we all evolved from primates. In the days before leather skirts, humans relied on body hair to keep warm.

The tape was peeled off bit by bit, and the chewing gum hidden inside was taken out. The gum was crushed little by little, and a small blade appeared between two fingers, slowly cutting open the transparent tape.

With her hands finally free, Peach Blossom Girl quickly straightened her arms to allow blood to flow back to them. This was a crucial moment, and she couldn't afford any mistakes.

It took a full minute for the numbness in my arms to subside and for my hands to return to normal.

Seeing that there was no other movement inside the warehouse, she easily cut open the foot of her foot with a small blade.

Without the sea breeze, her body temperature rose, but Peach Blossom Girl felt a bit feverish, a sign that she was about to catch a bad cold.

But she can't find antibiotics right now, and she needs to cut the ropes binding the bamboo basket to escape the cramped space. "You're too slow! You keep watch, cough if anything happens, I can't see the door from my angle!"

Aunt Zhuang's voice reached Peach Blossom Girl's ears. She quickly turned around and saw Aunt Zhuang and Mingming cutting the rope in a corner that was no longer visible.

The hemp rope was too thick; it would take a long time to cut it with just a small blade. Besides, the rope couldn't be cut in half; both ropes needed to be cut, since the sailors and fishermen had learned the cross knot from the foreign sailors.

Peach Blossom Girl quickly straightened her posture, focusing her eyes intently on the main entrance.

In the quiet warehouse, the only sound was the swishing of ropes being cut by small blades.

"Hey Explosive Boy, don't make things difficult for me. You've only had a little to drink and you're acting like a mad dog. If Leg Bro sees you like this, he'll definitely break your legs!"

"What are you saying!"

"I'm letting you go eat. Why don't you eat three-eyed crab? If you don't, I'm going back to sleep. The fishmonger is coming back this afternoon, and I have to work the night shift."

"It was Brother Leg who asked me to come and relieve you. If you don't believe me, then I'm leaving!"

"I'm really scared of you! You take this gun and go in every ten minutes to check around. If anyone wakes up, immediately report to Brother Fei and let him handle it!"

"Keep a close eye on them!"

"Damn, this is an island. Even if these girls from Malan ran away, where could they go? What's all the fuss about!"

Voices could be heard outside the warehouse door. Peach Blossom Girl's heart jumped into her throat. She quickly coughed lightly twice to remind Aunt Zhuang and Mingming behind her.

Sister Zhuang and Mingming quickly stopped, moved the cut part of the rope to a place out of sight, and waited quietly.

The warehouse door opened, and the Vanguard Trio quickly closed their six eyes.

After drinking a large glass of Rémy Martin, Explosive Boy's steps were a little unsteady. He hadn't drunk alcohol for so long that his body was no longer accustomed to it, so he got drunk as soon as he drank.

Lunch at the gazebo had long since ended, and Brother Leg had already gone to sleep in the wooden shed. He had arranged with the brothers who were supposed to take turns to come over and have some fun.

I was happy to accept the offer to stand guard, as I only had three days left before leaving the island.

Besides, packing pork is not an easy job, and it's considered unlucky, so it's better to be a guard.

Bathed in the bright sunlight streaming in from outside, Explosive Boy entered the warehouse and examined each of the Malan girls in the bamboo baskets.

Those whose hands and feet were tied were not within his target range. The fishmonger's hands were like iron clamps, and he could take on four or five people by himself. He was also very rigid and would tell that bastard Ah Fei about any slight movement.

The guy with the explosives didn't want to cause trouble. If this matter really reached the boss, he might lose both his legs.

If your hands and feet are tied and you can't move, then use your hands and feet that aren't tied!
After looking around, his gaze lingered briefly on Peach Blossom Girl, but quickly moved away. He didn't like greenhorns; their bodies hadn't fully developed, and they had no charm whatsoever.

Then his gaze fell on Mingming. She was the right age, but she had too little to show for it, so he wasn't satisfied after they finished!
Finally, he turned his attention to Sister Zhuang. This pretty woman was quite attractive, with a very good figure and a charming scent.

In fact, there are many women who are not particularly attractive to men, and they are very attractive to men. There is only one reason: these women have high levels of estrogen, which naturally attracts men's attention. This is an impulse written in their DNA that no one can shake.

In other words, among all the women present, Sister Zhuang had the highest estrogen levels. Attracted by his own DNA, Explosive Boy slowly walked to Sister Zhuang's bamboo basket and impatiently untied the rope on it, completely unaware of the cut on the rope.

The rope was untied, and the lid of the bamboo basket was lifted.

The Explosive Boy swallowed hard and reached for Sister Zhuang's white thigh.

slip!
So slippery!

Time flies like a galloping horse, and there is no time to lose!

Explosive Boy bent down, ready to lift Sister Zhuang out, but felt a blur before his eyes and a chill on his neck.

Three seconds later, he was unable to speak, clutching his neck with both hands and struggling desperately.

At this point, Sister Zhuang stopped pretending to be stupid. She quickly climbed out of the bamboo basket, grabbed the boy's foot, and restrained him, preventing this scoundrel who was taking advantage of her from crawling out to report the news.

The scalding hot blood flowed onto the wooden planks of the warehouse, where it quickly cooled and congealed.

When Sister Zhuang saw that Explosive Boy was not moving, she quickly searched his body and found that he had quite a lot of stuff on him: a flashlight, a Black Star pistol with only three bullets, a folding knife, cigarettes and a disposable lighter.

Turn on the flashlight, put it in your mouth, and use a folding knife to cut the rope on the outside of Mingming's bamboo basket.

Mingming stood up, jumped out of the bamboo basket, took the flashlight, and shone it around. He found that there was only a pair of rain boots, a raincoat, and a few gas cans in the warehouse.

She quickly walked over to the gas can, took a careful sniff, and discovered that the can contained kerosene.

Peach Blossom Girl finally escaped from that damned bamboo basket. She quickly moved her legs and wiggled her big toes to help her cramped legs recover.

"Damn it! With that kind of physical condition, you still dare to work! You're courting death!"

Sister Zhuang glanced at Peach Blossom Girl and muttered to herself that she was truly blessed to have such a wretched person as a teammate.

Mingming tossed the flashlight to Sister Zhuang, while he threw the raincoat and rain boots on the wall to Peach Blossom Girl.

"Hurry up and put them on. Once you're on, grab the Black Star pistol and kerosene and get out of here. Find a place to hide. We'll meet at the flagpole in an hour. If you don't see us after an hour, set fire to the coconut trees near the beach."

"That bastard Lan Xin is a rich young master with a brain full of shit. If he's still circling on the sea right now, we're doomed this time!"

"May you all have good luck!"

Peach Blossom Girl was shivering from the cold. The rubber raincoat, which looked like a cape, was a perfect way to keep warm and protect her from the cold. She quickly put on the rain boots and the raincoat.

(End of this chapter)