Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 396, Section 172: Goods have no dignity!
(The chapter from the "little black room" won't be released anytime soon, so Ah Xian will combine the two chapters into one! However, Ah Xian really can't write any more; he can't manage 10,000 words, so he'll wrap it up with 8,000 words!)

(Ah Xian will definitely make up for the words he owes this month! Ah Xian is using his future marriage prospects as a bargaining chip!)

The unconscious Eight-Faced Buddha is like a salted fish, easily slaughtered; people can steam eggs or stew tofu as they please.

Ji Mi and Bo Cai Dong threw the Eight-Faced Buddha into the coffin and forcefully closed the coffin lid.

All done!
Chi Mengli clapped her hands to brush off non-existent dust, then gestured for Spinach Dong and Jimi to continue working and backfill the pit. She then put on gloves, got in the car, and headed towards Victoria Harbour.

Watching Sheng Ge drive away, Ji Mi sighed, picked up the shovel beside him, handed it to his cousin, and said, "I just heard that the boxing champion has been killed. The police station is in chaos, with everyone being interrogated."

Spinach Dong, having shoveled a shovelful of soil, tossed the damp earth back into the pit, saying casually with an indifferent attitude, "Okay! But it's too late now, the department stores should be closed, so we can't buy fireworks to celebrate!"

After saying that, he continued shoveling dirt, but a few seconds later he realized: "Damn it! The boxing champion is dead?!"

Seeing his cousin's idiotic behavior, Ji Mi also took out his cigarette case. He had recently switched to smoking Double Happiness cigarettes and found that they were indeed difficult to smoke and burned his throat. But Brother Sheng only smoked Double Happiness. Now, Double Happiness is all the rage in Hong Kong, and many gangsters have abandoned Marlboro and switched to Double Happiness.

He tossed one to his cousin, then popped another into his mouth, exhaled a smoke ring, and without beating around the bush, said directly, "Shenxian Jin just finished drawing his red fortune slip last night, and this afternoon, Boxing King Sheng was taken down."

"The speed of the movement was indeed astounding!"

"But the good brothers in the police station said that it wasn't the gangsters who did it. Boxing champion Sheng died of poisoning. It's normal for gangsters to use knives and dogs, but poisoning wouldn't even kill rats or cockroaches!"

"It shouldn't be made of divine brocade!"

Ji Mi never acknowledged Shen Xian Jin as her grandfather; she only recognized Sheng Ge and her cousin Dong Ge. All her wealth and honor came from Sheng Ge, and Shui Fang never gave her any benefits.

It's understandable that the boxing champion Sheng was killed, but the way he died was somewhat unexpected.

My cousin is right, gangsters really don't use drugs!

Spinach Dong exhaled a smoke ring and said with a smile, "With Boxing King Sheng dead, the debts owed by the gang don't need to be repaid. I'll go back and have Fire Dog clean up the mess and drive away all of Boxing King Sheng's henchmen. With the dead, the debts are settled. We'll turn on him like a god of wealth and refuse to acknowledge the debts!"

In Hong Kong, money and power are everything; who will listen to your heart?
The news that Boxing Champion Sheng had become a double agent was no secret in the water room. Everyone was waiting for the judge's verdict. The red cards had been drawn, and Boxing Champion Sheng was out. The count was indeed settled.

After filling the hole and returning, Spinach East planned to send Fire Dog to drive away all the loan sharks sent by Boxing King Sheng and rent the venue to others.

Collecting rent is much simpler than running a business directly. You don't have to fight all day long; you can collect money just by sitting in the office. The only problem is that the henchmen below often complain, hoping that the gang will take back the place and hand it over to their own brothers to manage.

Ji Mi remained silent and continued filling the soil. After thinking for a while, she continued, "He Sheng has been killed!"

Hesheng has been taken down!
These words startled Spinach Dong so much that he dropped the cigarette from his mouth to the ground. He quickly stopped what he was doing and said, "Don't talk nonsense! The person is just missing. I've already had someone take care of him!"

"Did you hear something?"

Ji Mi nodded, took the cigarette butt out of his mouth, coughed twice, and replied, "Brother Sheng instructed everyone to find Holland and Hop Sang. We searched for a long time but couldn't find any news about Hop Sang, so I contacted an old friend in the cops, thinking I'd ask him for help."

"The news came back at noon today that Hesheng had been killed and his body was in the morgue."

"However, when I arrived, Hesheng had already been taken away. I found the person in charge of the morgue and learned that it was Gao Laofa who took Hesheng's body away."

“I was afraid that Brother Sheng would say I was tainted by imperial aura, and since I hadn’t seen Hesheng’s body, I didn’t dare tell Brother Sheng. Cousin, what should I do?”

After hearing what Ji Mi said, Spinach Dong didn't say anything. He took out a cigarette case from his jacket pocket, put a Red Marlboro in his mouth, and Ji Mi, who was standing to the side, quickly threw the shovel in his hand aside, took out a lighter from his trench coat pocket, and lit a cigarette for his cousin.

"You think Sheng-ge won't know just because you don't tell me? How naive!"

"Brother Sheng is the Monkey King, with a pair of fiery eyes. I know all the wicked thoughts in your heart!"

"He's so clever for his own good! Sheng Ge hates it when people treat him like a sucker!"

"When you see Brother Sheng tomorrow, tell him everything you've heard. Come with me to see Tall Fat later and make this bastard hand over the person. Hop Sang is a 49 in Yau Ma Tei, a 49 who watches over the place."

"By the way! I heard you had someone keep an eye on Ying Weikun. You like to talk about this scoundrel acting suspiciously. There must be something fishy going on. If you find any trouble, you have to tell me. I'm a big shot in the gang, and I can tell you the truth."

"Quickly scrape Holland out! Hop Sang went out on business with this bastard. If Hop Sang dies, it's definitely related to this bastard!"

"Alright! You'll be a Red Pole soon, a gang leader. You need to use your brain more when you do things!"

After reprimanding his cousin, Spinach Dong continued to instruct Jimi to get things done and quickly fill in this huge hole.

Chi Mengli only learned about Hesheng's murder this morning. Xiren placed the photo on the table as a reminder.

Since it was Xiren who reminded them, the range of people who could make a move could be narrowed down to just those few old bastards.

The immortal brocade-splitter died, and coincidentally, Hesheng also went to the underworld to sell salted duck eggs. It was obvious that Hesheng was eyeing his brocade-splitter.

If that's the case, this idle piece is indeed buried very deep!
Chi Mengli drove his car, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and sneered as he looked at the traffic lights ahead, washed clean by the rain.

It's typhoon season now. One second it's calm and peaceful, the next it's thundering and lightning. Heavy rain is washing the streets, and pedestrians on both sides of the street are all taking shelter. Hong Kong has become quiet.

The green light is on!

But Chi Mengli, who was in first place, did not let go of the accelerator and continued to wait. The taxis following behind kept honking their horns, turning the originally quiet street into a rock band's performance venue.

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When the traffic light turned yellow, Chi Mengli immediately released the brake, stepped on the gas, and launched himself into the air, speeding straight through the intersection.

Vehicles behind, unable to react in time, could only curse under their breath as they waited for the next traffic light.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Chi Mengli breathed a slight sigh of relief when she saw that the black Honda sedan behind the taxi hadn't followed. Ever since they left the cemetery, this car had been following them closely, indicating that it was tailing them.

But if he were to follow them, there couldn't be only one car. Since there was still plenty of time left, he continued to wander around Aberdeen. Anyway, this car was also obtained by Wen Que, so he wasn't afraid of it being registered.

After repeatedly performing extreme acceleration at traffic lights, he made sure there were no more hounds following him before driving the car to the designated location in Victoria Harbour.

After turning off the car and placing the key on the designated wheel, Chi Mengli drove off in the heavy rain, completely unconcerned that the car might be stolen again.

Of course, this was a performance for the messenger who was watching him. After leaving the anchorage, he secretly boarded a pre-rented fishing boat, turned off the lights, took out an infrared telescope, and observed the movement of the car.

"Drip drip"

When the allotted time was up, the digital watch in her pocket beeped. Chi Mengli took out the watch, pressed the pause button, and focused all her attention on the car.

Little Shandong is indeed incredibly resourceful, with one amazing gadget after another, but the prices are just too high. A can of colorless and odorless spray costs 10,000 yuan, while the infrared telescope he has is sold as a bundle for 20,000 yuan.

However, in the view of the infrared telescope, there is a large black cross on the vehicle body, which is immediately obvious.

The time has come, but the person to contact has not yet arrived.

Chi Mengli wasn't in a hurry. She put down her binoculars, took off her wet coat, and wore only a half-dry white shirt. She continued to stare at the car in the distance.

Time passed by, and after half an hour, a mysterious person wearing a raincoat and carrying a flashlight appeared near the truck. He immediately perked up and began to observe the newcomer.

The messenger, dressed in a raincoat, walked to the designated spot, reached out and picked up the car keys from the tire. The messenger, completely covered in rubber raincoat, was indistinguishable from a man to an outsider. However, under the faint moonlight, a pair of slender hands appeared, the only part of the messenger's body visible in the moonlight.

These are hands that make women jealous.

Using the car key to open the trunk, the messenger saw a coffin emitting a strange odor. He climbed into the car, reached out and lifted the lid of the heavy coffin, shining a flashlight inside, and saw the sleeping Eight-Faced Buddha.

After carefully observing for more than a minute and confirming that the Eight-Faced Buddha was alright, the messenger closed the coffin lid, shut the car door, and waved a flashlight a few times at the sea.

Ten minutes later, the Yamaha Concerto resounded on the sea. A speedboat appeared on the surface and drove directly into the mooring area. Two guys wearing rubber raincoats jumped from the speedboat into the mooring area.

The two walked straight toward the messenger, and stopped when they were half a meter away from him.

"The upper trigram is Kun!"

Two people wearing black rubber raincoats called out softly.

Upon hearing the code, the messenger deliberately waited a few seconds before answering with the rendezvous code amidst the other party's tense expression: "The lower trigram is Gen, the mountain is hidden in the earth!"

The code was matched, and the two men holding the sawn-off shotguns finally felt relieved. They lowered the muzzle of the shotguns a few inches, and one of them caught the car keys thrown to him by the messenger, opened the back door, and saw the coffin in the trunk.

Get promoted and make money!

Get promoted and make money!

The people who got on the bus bowed to the coffin, muttered a few words about getting promoted and becoming rich, and then struggled to lift the coffin lid to see the eight-faced Buddha inside.

He was breathing and had a pulse, but he looked a bit disheveled and didn't have the demeanor of a famous Asian home-demolition expert at all.

After confirming that the Eight-Faced Buddha was still alive, the person who boarded the bus put his finger in his mouth and whistled loudly.

The guy outside with the shotgun received a whistle from his accomplice, pulled a manila envelope from under his raincoat, and tossed it to the messenger.

Under the moonlight, the messenger opened the brown paper bag and found a silver note inside. The three-headed black tiger emblem of the water house gleamed coldly in the moonlight; this was one of the water house's anti-counterfeiting features.

He reached down to the bottom and touched the end of the banknote, feeling the anti-counterfeiting raised dots.

Each banknote has a unique anti-counterfeiting raised dot. The bank will inform you of the banknote number in advance. This serves as both an anti-counterfeiting mark and the face value.

The face value and anti-counterfeiting features were correct. The messenger nodded to the person receiving the goods, indicating that they could take them away.

The people standing on the vehicle pulled the Eight-Faced Buddha out of the coffin, carried him on their backs, and jumped off the vehicle.

The other man, holding a sprayer, gestured for his companion carrying the Eight-Faced Buddha to leave first, while he revealed a short-barreled sprayer under his raincoat, telling the messenger not to make any rash moves.

The man carrying the eight-faced Buddha quickly returned to the speedboat, and the Yamaha Concerto on the speedboat started playing again. The man holding the shotgun retreated step by step until he reached the front of the speedboat.

"Crack."

A bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating an area within a mile radius as bright as day.

Through the binoculars, the face of the scumbag holding the shotgun was briefly illuminated. This scumbag was indeed an old acquaintance. Although Chi Mengli had not had much contact with Holland, the large black mole on the scumbag's chin was unforgettable.

Holland isn't a needle!

Why did you get involved in the Eight-Faced Buddha's affairs?
Chi Mengli was a little confused!
He put aside the questions he couldn't answer and continued to observe the direction the speedboat had left. However, the infrared telescope's maximum range was only 500 meters. Beyond 500 meters in a straight line, it became completely ineffective, and he could only watch the speedboat leave his field of vision.

Once the messenger saw that the speedboat had left, he went into the back of the car and took off his raincoat.

The messenger had a dozen or so firecracker tubes strapped to his stomach, with the controller in his palm. As long as he pressed the button in his palm, the firecracker tubes would explode. A dozen or so firecracker tubes were enough to blow everything within a radius of twenty meters into the air.

The controller was removed, and the connecting copper plate was carefully pulled out. Only then did the messenger take off the firecracker from his body and place it on the coffin lid.

Messenger families were essentially middlemen in ancient times, whose role was to guarantee the completion of transactions.

If anyone tries to forcibly seize the goods, the messenger will detonate the firecrackers on his body, killing both the goods and the recipient. Afterward, the messenger family will send a new messenger to find both parties to the transaction and kill them all.

The transaction was successful, and he no longer needed to unleash his inner firecracker. He opened the brown paper bag, took out the silver notes inside, and, in the dim light of the carriage, carefully read the traditional Chinese characters on them.

Three thousand taels of gold!
Gold is currently priced at HK$1,155 per tael, which, including transaction fees, amounts to HK$3.5 million.

Three and a half million won't buy you a top ten Asian financial institution. This is the final payment; the previous 80% has already been transferred to the money exchange in the Cayman Islands.

The messenger took a transparent sealed bag from his trouser pocket, folded the silver note in half, then in half again, and put it into the transparent sealed bag. Then, he used a dagger to cut open his own flesh, avoiding the blood vessels, and stuffed half a transparent sealed bag, about the length of his little finger, into his flesh.

When the messenger cut open the flesh, he showed no emotion. He expressionlessly stuffed a transparent sealed bag into the wound, opened his backpack, disinfected his wound, sprinkled hemostatic powder, sterilized the needle with a flame, and waited for the temperature to drop before suturing the wound.

In ancient times, Guan Yu played chess while undergoing bone-scraping surgery to remove poison; now, a messenger, expressionless, stitches up a wound.

During the stitching process, the messenger showed no reaction whatsoever, as if his features were fake.

After quickly stitching up the wound, he wrapped it with gauze before putting on his coat.

He threw the firecracker into the coffin, closed the back door again, got in the car, started the engine, floored the accelerator, and drove towards the sea opposite the parking area.

The car, moving at full speed, quickly rushed off the deck, surged forward more than ten meters on the sea surface, and only began to sink after kicking up a long spray of water.

The messenger climbed out of the cockpit and swam toward the shore, eager to get back to the coastline as quickly as possible.

Chi Mengli watched the messenger bobbing up and down in the sea, but he made no move. Killing the messenger would only bring him harm and no benefit. The messenger's family knew his name and surname.

Even Situ Tiangang, a descendant of a prestigious family, had his head smashed by the messenger family. These madmen, as long as there is still someone breathing in their family, will do everything in their power to complete the tasks that their family has not yet finished.

Offending these lunatics will have dire consequences. As the saying goes, you can't guard against everyone!

Chi Mengli put down the infrared binoculars in her hand, sat on the sofa, and began to think about what role Holland played in this game.

This guy, just like me, is covered in layers of disguise. Now we can be sure that this guy is the needle of the Criminal Investigation Department. Ma Biao has been arrested, but he is unharmed. This is not scientific!

Song Sheng's henchman?
Not quite!
Chi Mengli immediately dismissed her own idea.

Song Sheng was always calculating. He helped Professor A transport pork using corpses, collecting fees and tolls. Then, when he thought Professor A was becoming too powerful, he didn't hesitate to kill his son-in-law, not even caring about his daughter's happiness.

The infighting among the criminals was more numerous than ladybugs in summer, but Song Sheng thought that letting Professor A die easily would be a good thing for his son-in-law, so he immediately played a trick to kill someone with a borrowed knife, helping Evergreen Group take over Oak Storage International's dock in Hong Kong.

This wasn't just killing two birds with one stone; it was killing three birds with one stone: helping his partner achieve their business goals, eliminating unstable elements within the team, and incidentally taking over Professor A's pork business.

Finally, Song Sheng could use the opportunity of eliminating his son-in-law to make an example of him and warn other unstable elements in the team that he was not yet old.

"Clap clap clap clap"

After figuring out the whole process, Chi Mengli was filled with admiration. He clapped his hands vigorously, applauding Song Sheng who was hiding in the shadows.

While Chi Mengli was applauding her opponent, Holland had already driven his speedboat away from Victoria Harbour along the coastline. It was typhoon season, and the sea was rough; a single wave could sweep the speedboat ashore.

Only in weather like this is it suitable to transport goods. He carefully steered the speedboat, glancing at the eight-faced Buddha to the side.

"Holy crap! Is this guy some kind of 'eight-faced Buddha'? He stinks horribly!"

His companion, sitting in a nearby seat, kept fanning his nose, hoping to drive away the stench in the air.

"When it rains, it pours; when the boat is slow, it encounters a headwind! Even the greatest heroes in Babi have their bad days. When fortune smiles, heaven and earth lend their support; when luck turns, even heroes are powerless!"

"Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu, and Guan Yu, the Lord of Guan, were both great heroes who stood tall and upright, but one committed suicide at the Wujiang River and the other was defeated at Maicheng. Their fates were both tragic!"

"I need to open a can of beer to keep going, otherwise I won't be able to hold on!"

Holland rambled on and on, then had his accomplice fish out a can of chilled beer from the plastic box below to keep himself warm.

"Damn it! It stinks so bad, how can you still drink it? You're really something!"

His accomplice fished a can of chilled beer out of a plastic box and placed it on the dashboard. This large speedboat was rented and didn't need much care; it would be returned first thing tomorrow morning.

Drinking ice-cold beer in temperatures above 10 degrees Celsius is indeed refreshing and invigorating.

Holland didn't open it immediately, but waited a few seconds until his breathing calmed down before opening the beer can.

Iced beer is indeed refreshing. After finishing his beer, Holland increased his speed significantly and then rushed towards his destination at full speed.

Driving along the coastline during a typhoon is a risky undertaking, but after an hour's drive, we finally arrived safely at a small island near Tseung Kwan O.

A few foreigners were waiting on the shore. When they saw the speedboat arrive, they quickly waved their powerful flashlights.

Holland quickly steered the speedboat to the dock, and his companion secured the speedboat by attaching the mooring rope to the stone pier.

The Eight-Faced Buddha was incredibly smelly at that moment, but Holland still carried it on his shoulder and got out of the driver's seat.

The foreigners on the dock deck saw the Eight-Faced Buddha and quickly took it.

"Miss is waiting for you!"

The foreigners draped raincoats over the Eight-Faced Buddha, first inserting a thermometer into its anus to determine the temperature. After that, they quickly placed the Eight-Faced Buddha on a stretcher and carried it ashore.

The foreigner who remained relayed Miss Ruan Wen's words to Holland Boy before turning and leaving.

Holland followed the Frenchmen into a large stone villa.

The villa was fully equipped, and two young foreign women dressed as French court maids were waiting at the gate, each holding a towel.

Holland took a towel, wiped the rain off his forehead, threw the towel into a plate, and strode forward. But after only a few steps, he was stopped by a butler.

"Miss Ruan Wen is currently checking the accounts and does not have time to see you right now. Please rest in the prepared suite. Miss Ruan Wen will come to see you after the accounts are checked."

"Of course, if you want to know about the cargo filing process, you can also go to the basement to watch."

The butler was polite and had no problems with etiquette, but when Holland saw this arrogant servant in front of him, he wanted to punch the scoundrel in the nose. However, he was also a little curious about what made this family, which had existed for eight hundred years, so special.

He told his helpers to go back to their rooms to rest, while he went down the stairs to the basement.

There were no villas on this island originally. This villa was built at the beginning of this year specifically for hosting this Asian auction. After the auction, this villa, which cost one million pounds, will be demolished immediately, leaving not a single brick or tile behind.

All this trouble for an auction? Holland is sure this is just money to burn.

He went into the basement and found that it had been converted into standard prison cells. Each cell held the items to be auctioned, including men and women, young and old, and even some animals and works of art. All sorts of things were contained in the cells.

The Eight-Faced Buddha, still unconscious, was carried to a stone platform, where two men in protective suits were using two hot water hoses to rinse it.

The hot water was at the perfect temperature, and the unconscious Eight-Faced Buddha did not wake up from his sweet dream. The guards cut open the prison uniform on the Eight-Faced Buddha's body and used shower gel to wash every part of his body.

Holland couldn't accurately describe what he was seeing. He remembered going to a temple fair in the New Territories when he was a child, and how the village uncles cleaned the big fat pigs that were used for roasting pork.

The protective suits were cleaned very carefully. They first trimmed the toenails of the Eight-Faced Buddha, then carefully scrubbed his feet with a brush, leaving no gaps. Then, they used professional tools to clean his teeth, removing all the tartar.

But upon seeing this, Holland sensed something was wrong, because these two cleaners in protective suits were not only performing cleaning work, but also collecting body data at the same time.

They checked my teeth, drew blood, extracted fingerprints and footprints, and measured my height and weight—they did it all.

During the cleaning, the Eight-Faced Buddha woke up and chuckled a few times when he saw the bright lights. But after figuring out what was going on, he fell silent.

If the handsome guy wins here, he will suddenly realize that this bastard is just pretending to be crazy!
After the cleaning was completed, a large white cotton towel was placed over the body of the Eight-Faced Buddha and wiped clean. A suit that had been prepared in advance was brought over, but the two protective suit cleaners shook their heads and muttered a few words in French to the person who prepared the suit.

The person preparing the costume quickly took out a ruler and remeasured the body data of the Eight-Faced Buddha. Then, they took out a walkie-talkie and transmitted the body data of the Eight-Faced Buddha to the costume workshop in French, so that the tailor inside could quickly make a new set.

There are hundreds of semi-finished garments in the clothing workshop, just in case something unexpected happens.

"Young man, these foreigners don't understand Cantonese. Let me go, and I'll give you ten million!"

Eight-Faced Buddha looked at Holland, who was standing at the end of the corridor, and tempted him in a weak voice.

Ten million!

That's quite a lot!
To be honest, when Holland heard the amount, he was very tempted, but he wasn't Superman. He couldn't defeat the foreign guards in the villa and bring the Eight-Faced Buddha to the dock unharmed so he could leave in a speedboat.

Eight-Faced Buddha could only blame his bad luck and bad fortune! If he had woken up earlier and offered ten million, he might have actually agreed.

"That's too late!"

Holland crossed his arms, shook his head, and regretfully declined the offer from the Eight-Faced Buddha.

The foreigners present did not wait for the new suits to arrive, but instead got haircuts for the Eight-Faced Buddha. His messy hair was neatly arranged by the foreign barber.

People rely on clothes, and Buddhas rely on gold. The once-powerful Eight-Faced Buddha has made a limited-time return. However, the current Eight-Faced Buddha is no longer the super demolition master who can decide life and death with a single word, nor is he the Chiang Mai King who can summon tens of tons of white ladies with a single phone call.

An hour later, a complete set of clothes was delivered to the basement, including a T-shirt, shirt, underwear, socks, and a pair of Italian handmade lambskin shoes.

Knowing he had no chance of escape, the Eight-Faced Buddha cooperated fully, only asking to have a full meal. In the pitch-black coffin, he could only drink mineral water and eat compressed biscuits, until finally both the compressed biscuits and mineral water were gone.

He could only survive by drinking rainwater and eating the prison clothes he wore. His stomach was so hungry that he could have swallowed a whole cow.

No one present refused such a reasonable request.

After hearing these foreigners answer in fluent Cantonese, Eight-Faced Buddha completely lost hope and gave up all hope.

Having spent a long time in the underworld, one hears all sorts of strange and unusual stories. He once heard someone say that there was an ancient family in France, a branch of the Guise family, who were the most devout Catholics and the core force and protectors of the French Catholic Church.

For eight hundred years, they have been holding mysterious auctions on the European continent, publicly auctioning off sinners who blaspheme Jehovah.

The Eight-Faced Buddha has always believed that this legend is false. After all, according to Catholic inheritance law, a family that has survived for eight hundred years would not exist, because Catholic Salic law does not recognize illegitimate children.

Sometimes, even if the eldest son dies while the second son is still alive, and the eldest son has no surviving sons, the family line can be declared extinct. Only the royal family can negotiate and forcibly appoint a crown prince. Catholic Salic law also prohibits women from inheriting the throne.

This is why Henry VIII had a large number of illegitimate children, but the Papacy has always claimed that he had no offspring and demanded that he quickly create legitimate offspring. His decapitated queens were truly exemplary infertility.

Six queens gave birth to only Elizabeth I, Mary I (Bloody Mary), and Edward VI. In order to ensure that Elizabeth I and Mary I could rightfully inherit the British Isles, they even rebelled against the Papacy and established the Anglican Church.

Under such stringent inheritance laws, no family can last for eight hundred years!

It's worth noting that the famous Capet family also died out, but if the Chinese patriarchal system were applied, the Capet family would have ruled until the Napoleonic era, and even before Napoleon III, they caused quite a stir.

A small bowl of oatmeal porridge, a slice of bread, and a cup of hot milk were placed in front of the Eight-Faced Buddha. The hungry Eight-Faced Buddha ate everything on the plate within three minutes.

The body data of the Eight-Faced Buddha was sent to the largest conference room on the second floor of the villa.

The conference room door opened, and a French man in a tuxedo with a hooked nose opened the door and took the report inside.

(End of this chapter)