Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 389, page 165: Man cannot win against fate.
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What amazing skills!
Even knowing that these dozen or so people were after her husband's life, Song Ci still sincerely praised them in her heart.

The men sent by the Number Gang were all top-tier fighters within the organization. Although none of them were high-ranking members, they were still outstanding fighters within the Number Gang, yet none of them could stop the person at the front for even a single round.

“Miss! It’s too dangerous here. You and the young master should go first. I’ll take care of the rest.”

A man emerged from the shadows, towering over 1.8 meters tall, like Tarzan, inspiring awe. If this were in ancient times, clad in sharp armor, he would surely be a fierce general like Xu Chu, Zhang Fei, or Ma Chao.

"Gorilla, this place is yours to manage! Leave no survivors!"

Song Ci picked up the insulated bag from the ground and walked towards Professor A.

Chi Mengli twirled a baseball bat in her hand, humming a little tune as she walked forward at a leisurely pace. Since she had chosen to make her move, she must have laid a trap, and Professor A would not be able to escape.

The gorilla in front of me is indeed tall; with that physique, it would probably achieve great things playing basketball.

He didn't care at all and walked straight past the gorilla, intending to take a look at Song Sheng's precious daughter. He had heard that daughters all resemble their fathers, and perhaps he could even piece together Song Sheng's appearance from this young lady of the Song family.

"You idiot! What are you underestimating me for?"

When the gorilla saw Chi Mengli walk past as if no one else was there, it immediately flew into a rage. It stretched out its hairy hands and grabbed at Chi Mengli.

A pair of large hands, like two giant palm-leaf fans, rushed towards Chi Mengli, trying to control this arrogant scoundrel.

Seeing the two hands coming at him, Chi Mengli was not flustered at all. He lightly flicked the baseball bat in his hand forward, hitting the gorilla's wrist squarely.

The seemingly light and powerless blow crippled the gorilla's left hand, as if it had been bitten by the most venomous snake in the world. He quickly withdrew his left hand, but his eyes were filled with ferocity, and his right hand moved faster.

"What an ungrateful gorilla!"

Chi Mengli raised the baseball bat in his hand, blocking the gorilla's powerful right hand. After blocking it, he didn't give the gorilla a chance to react. He took a step forward, and with his hand, he used the baseball bat to block the gorilla's armpit.

With his left hand forming a fist, his middle finger curled inward and upward, transforming into a drill, which struck the gorilla's heart three times in quick succession.

This is the Zijin Kou style of boxing, a niche martial art from outside the Great Wall. It originated from the Jurchen Beast Fist and is suitable for women to practice. The attacks are generally aimed at the lower body and vital points, and it can be considered a type of self-defense technique for women.

Ding Lianshan, a ghost from Guandong, improved it and also changed its name. He called it "Purple Gold Buckle" instead of "Girl's Hand". There is a saying in Guandong that the crowns of the Ten Kings of Hell are made of purple gold and are supreme treasures.

With a simple clasp of the hand, the King of Hell arrives!
This style of boxing excels at using small forces to defeat large ones, but once it starts, there's no turning back; you'll either face legal trouble or get into trouble.

The gorilla, who had been struck three times in the chest, turned pale and swayed a few times, seemingly about to collapse. However, being tall and fat, its physical condition was excellent. After only a few swayings, its heart resumed pumping blood, and it immediately regained its footing.

Having suffered a hidden loss, he dared not be careless and quickly reached forward with both hands, preparing to deliver a crushing blow.

Mongolian wrestling!
From the gorilla's stance and forward lunge, Chi Mengli immediately recognized which school and sect it belonged to. Hong Kong is now a hub for martial arts, with various martial arts schools taking root there. It's not surprising that there are successors of Mongolian wrestling!
Coincidentally, he also knows Mongolian wrestling, and he's quite good at it.

Whether it's boxing or wrestling, the most important thing is to follow the footwork. Chi Mengli didn't choose to retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, inserting one leg between the gorilla's legs, and with the other leg, he used a low kick to the gorilla's ankle.

"Clap."

A sharp crack rang in Chi Mengli's ears; the gorilla's ankle bone had been broken.

A sharp pain shot through the gorilla's ankle, causing it to hesitate for a second. Its hands, which should have been wrapped around the other's waist, were instead grabbed by the wrists.

He is also a master of Mongolian wrestling!
The thought that popped into his mind made the gorilla pause for a moment. There were very few masters of Mongolian wrestling in Hong Kong. Because of the increasing popularity of judo, Mongolian wrestling could no longer find students.

There are quite a few Hong Kong judo masters who invite Mongolian wrestling masters to their dojos to exchange skills and refine their own styles using Mongolian wrestling techniques for future international competitions. But he had never seen this guy who was wrapped up so tightly before and had no recollection of him at all.

Chi Mengli grabbed the gorilla's wrists, first pulling them back and then pushing them forward, shaking the gorilla's body. Then she rushed in close, grabbed the gorilla's left arm, and turned and threw it to the back.

He used the explosive force of his waist and back to slam the nearly 120-kilogram gorilla onto the ground.

The moment it landed, the gorilla shook up the dew on the paving stones, and several of the originally solid stones developed obvious cracks. The gorilla coughed a few times and tried to get up, but the all-steel baseball bat had already struck its head.

"Hey kid, don't move! If you move, you'll die!"

Chi Mengli tapped the gorilla on the head twice with a baseball bat as a warning, then continued walking along the path to the side.

The gorilla obediently lay on the ground because he knew that what the expert had said was true. If he recklessly got up, he would be the one who died.

Since he couldn't win, he decided to lie on the ground for a while, breathing in fresh air to ease the pain. The hard fall had broken several of his ribs, and he hoped someone could call a doctor for him.

Chi Mengli walked alone along the path and found the scenery to be quite beautiful. He admired the scenery as he continued on his way.

As Du Fu wrote in his poem: "It is precisely the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan that I meet you again in the season of falling flowers!"

"Young friends, we meet again!"

The sound was incredibly annoying, just like its owner.

It's true that he's everywhere. Should we take this opportunity to kill this bastard? After all, this is a mortuary; secretly burying someone is perfectly normal.

Looking at the seemingly nonchalant Teacher Li in front of her, Chi Mengli suddenly had this thought.

The loess there won't bury you; for those who show off, they must be dealt with severely.

"Young friend, I really don't want to see you. It seems that Professor A and Miss Song have already fallen into your hands."

Chi Mengli discovered that Teacher Li was not just a womanizer; he was always surrounded by beautiful women, one Chinese and one foreign, and he had to have both. It was truly a case of dying in a flower field and being a romantic ghost.
Teacher Li smiled smugly, pointed to the two people sitting on the bench next to him, and said with a smile, "It's all thanks to you, little brother. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to find the famous Professor A."

“Miss Song, I even presented you with a gift on behalf of the Eight-Faced Buddha when you got married. I just never expected that our meeting again would be so awkward.”

Sitting on the bench, Song Ci snorted coldly. "The victor is king, the loser is villain. There's no point in saying more. I'd better save some face for myself."

Professor A, on the other hand, remained calm and continued fiddling with the prayer beads in his hand, saying nothing.

"Let's make a deal! But the deal can't be done here!"

"I will send you an invitation. Even criminals need to make deals. On the last day of this year, there will be a magical auction, and this auction, which is only for criminals, will be held in Hong Kong this year."

"If I'm not mistaken, the Eight-Faced Buddha should be in your possession, but I don't know where it's hidden. I'm really getting old. I've searched several places, but I haven't been able to find where the Eight-Faced Buddha is hiding."

"Professor A is not valuable, but the blue blood formula in Professor A's mind is valuable. Professor J and Professor K do not know the final extraction formula. Only Professor A knows it. This is also the reason why his two adopted sisters cannot start their own businesses."

"I have to criticize you, Professor A, you have no sense of chivalry. In the past ten years, you have changed five or six code names, but in the end, it was your sworn brothers and sisters who were exposed by the cops."

"Your method of finding a scapegoat is truly admirable!"

Teacher Li turned her gaze to Professor A on the bench and criticized him for not taking care of the future of the nation at all.

"The fate of the Eight-Faced Buddha is not in my control, so it cannot be traded."

"Similarly, you can't take Professor A with you either!"

"Professor A, my boss is Robin. I only have one question: Did you get involved with my boss, or was it Song Sheng?"

"If you answer me, then what happened today has nothing to do with me!"

"Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!" Sirens wailed throughout the entire Donghua Mortuary. The police had been mobilized and would soon seal off the area.

Chi Mengli remained calm and composed, as if none of this concerned her. She simply looked at Professor A, awaiting the final answer.

Professor A hadn't finished practicing his silent meditation; after making a few gestures, he looked at the Song Dynasty poems beside him.

This time, Song Ci did not translate as usual, but instead remained silent with his head down.

"Professor A said that all of this was done by Song Sheng, and Robin was part of Song Sheng's plan!"

"Don't be surprised. Ever since I learned that you, Professor A, are practicing silent meditation, I have taught myself sign language. I was just afraid that one day I wouldn't be able to communicate with you smoothly. I just didn't expect that after three years of learning, this is the first time I've put it to use."

The knowledge you learn will always come in handy someday. Since Song Ci refused to translate, Teacher Li had no choice but to become a thoughtful translator, helping Professor A translate sign language.

"Mr. Song! I keep hearing that scoundrel's name lately. Miss Song, please forgive my rudeness, but because of your father, that old bastard, I can't even be a proper gangster anymore!"

"Alright! I already know who killed my Bai Men boss. Now you can continue your conversation. Teacher Li, I'll only give you one minute. After one minute, I'm taking Professor A away."

"Fifty-nine seconds left! Time is of the essence!"

Looking at the confident young man in front of him, Teacher Li admired his confidence, but he believed that confidence should not be arrogance, because young people often stumble because of arrogance.

"I only accept exchanges. Alright, it's getting late. I have an appointment to have morning tea. The madam has recently found some good ones, and I need to go and sample the new tea. See you at the auction."

The Chinese and foreign students next to Teacher Li pulled out two M3 submachine guns. With the start of American military aid, the cheapest submachine guns in Asia now are the grease guns in the hands of the Chinese and foreign students.

Chi Mengli paid no attention to the two dark gun barrels in front of him. He simply threw the all-steel baseball bat in his hand aside and made a gesture of lighting a lantern with his fingers. This gesture was indeed for lighting a lantern at the auction, but in the Hongmen, it was for a musket.

The phrase "Springtime Seabed Slang" is so vividly described that it has been adopted by people on the streets and has become a local slang term.

Chi Mengli pointed her finger at a flowerpot to the side and raised it slightly. Two hundred meters away, a gunshot rang out. Three seconds later, a peanut hit the flowerpot squarely, shattering it into pieces.

"Professor A is my beloved, I absolutely cannot part with him! Professor Li, I'll take my leave now, so as not to keep you from having your morning tea."

The net has been cast, and those caught in it have no chance of escaping.

Chi Mengli pointed her finger at Teacher Li's head, urging this annoying lecher to make a choice sooner.

"Hahaha! It's really not good to steal what someone else loves! Brother, you really can bring me plenty of surprises."

"Since you surprised me, I'll tell you some good news: Yazaku didn't believe your nonsense, but those little devils in Japan are currently fighting amongst themselves and don't have time to deal with you."

"But the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and the Japanese devils have found new collaborators."

"let's go!"

Even a fool may have a stroke of genius.

A wise man must have a loss if he is worried.

Teacher Li had been calculating and planning, intending to use the "mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind" tactic. However, he hadn't expected that he himself was not the oriole, but rather the unfortunate mantis. Losing was losing, but considering that this young man was someone he had a connection with, he decided to offer a word of advice.

From now on, I must be more careful when dealing with this young man. I had clearly kept an eye on all of this scoundrel's capable henchmen, but I never expected that he would be able to mobilize a gun at a crucial moment.

After saying that, he left the path with the two beautiful women beside him.

Chi Mengli held her hand up the whole time, watching Teacher Li leave. Then, looking at Song Ci and Professor A sitting in the chairs, she took out two silver bracelets from her waist and locked them both up.

When the silver bracelet was fastened to Professor A's wrist, he felt a little uneasy. It was too easy! Too calm! He had been fighting with Professor A for so long, and yet he had caught him so easily. It was like a dream!
Neither Professor A nor Song Ci offered any resistance. In fact, their postures revealed that Professor A was a man with no physical strength, and Miss Song had no ability to retaliate.

"Release us, and I will give you the secret formula of Blue Blood. With this formula, you can become the undisputed king of drugs in Asia."

People who don't speak for a long time will have very hoarse and unpleasant voices. Professor A proved this point. When disaster struck, he didn't care about his cultivation anymore and could only beg for mercy.

"Let you go? There are cops everywhere, from top to bottom, left to right. Your two bodyguards have already been taken down. Even if I let you go, you two drug addicts won't be able to escape."

Chi Mengli sneered, feeling that Professor A was still asleep and talking in his sleep.

“I didn’t want to run away, and I can’t run away. Now that I’m in trouble, my partners won’t let me go either. Only by handing us both over to the cops can we survive.”

“You don’t even need to let us go. Just leave us here. There was a clap of thunder just now, and the bullets will land here. The cops will be here soon.”

"If you have paper and pen, I can write down the chemical decomposition formula for you right now, you just need to leave."

Professor A felt a sore throat, but in order to fall into the hands of the police and seek a chance to survive, he had no choice but to do so.

Without a second thought, Chi Mengli shook her head and refused. Teacher Li had witnessed what had just happened. If she hadn't taken Professor A out, Teacher Li would have doubted her stance and thus confirmed her identity.

Professor A and Miss Song must be kept in my hands, and then I must find a clever way to deliver them to Guo Guohao.

"I'm a gangster! I don't associate with imperial power!"

With a cold laugh, Chi Mengli nudged Professor A with her baseball bat, urging the drug-addicted couple to hurry forward.

The three walked forward, two in front of the other, following the path. Next to the Tung Wah Coffin Home was a small park. The three walked into the park. Because it was still early and they were close to the Tung Wah Coffin Home, there were no citizens doing morning exercises.

“Professor A, your methods are indeed brilliant, because on the map, this small park is separated from Donghua Coffin Home. However, the design drawings of the Municipal Office have not been updated for five years. In these five years, you have done a lot of dirty tricks.”

"For example, you could open a door here, or plant some lush trees like photinia along the wall. From a distance, it would look very beautiful, but the flowers would smell bad and have a fishy odor. Anyone who gets close would feel nauseous."

"That way, if you open a small door here, no one will know."

“Even this animal path isn’t paved with bricks or stones. It must be very difficult to walk on cloudy or rainy days. Even if someone knows there’s a door here, as long as you keep it locked, no one will come.”

"It seems you made a point of opening the door for me today!"

Chi Mengli kicked the iron gate, admiring Professor A's meticulousness.

“I met a master in Bangkok. He gave me a fortune slip that said I would not catch any fish for ten years.”

“At the time, I was riding high and didn’t believe in superstitions, so I went to see Zhuge Taiyi and paid a high price to have him tell my fortune.”

"When fortune is bad and times are unfavorable, do not force things. Today you will turn the tables and become a prisoner of Chu. Ten years of calamity will be over today. You will break free of your shackles and fly like a dragon to the clouds."

"When the calamity ends, one must be patient until the disaster is over. After the calamity, one will soar like a dragon and one's fortune will reverse."

"To avoid disaster, I changed my name and stayed by my parents' side, practicing silent meditation, hoping to get through these ten years."

"Just one more day. Once tomorrow is over, I will leave Hong Kong and never come back."

Professor A gave a bitter smile, realizing that he was just like Wang Xifeng in The Story of the Stone, too clever for his own good, and ended up losing his life because of his cunning!

It was truly a joy that turned into sorrow.

Alas, the world is ever uncertain!
(End of this chapter)