Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 401, Section 178: A Pre-Designed Accident
After staring at the case files for a full five minutes, Xiren still couldn't resist the temptation and reached out to pick up the documents on the table to read them carefully.

Outside the coffee shop, Teacher Li held binoculars and smiled coldly.

Every human being is a spy; everyone longs to know what those around them are doing, and wants to know if their loved ones are as happy as they say they are.

The files on the desktop are poison; touching them will lead to death.

Seeing that Xiren had taken the bait, Teacher Li put down his small binoculars and had his maid start the extended Lincoln to the tennis court at the Peninsula Hotel to discuss business with his partner.

These hot files were taken back to the Sheraton Hotel by Xi Ren, and handed over to the boss, Handsome Sheng, when he woke up.

Chi Mengli, who had slept until the afternoon, was full of energy. He stretched and got out of bed.

He wouldn't be able to have lunch, so he had to eat dinner. After making a phone call to a few trusted confidants, he got dressed and left the room.

In the living room of the long private room, Xiren was wearing a sexy silk cardigan nightgown, her chest exposed, and she was looking down at documents.

Chi Mengli first took a bottle of Perrier from the refrigerator, twisted off the cap, leaned against the wall, and saw the photocopied police officer information on the coffee table. When he saw the emblem of the Hong Kong police station, his eyes narrowed and alarm bells went off in his mind.

When an old woman is in charge, the house collapses!

I only gave Xiren a small task, and this good-for-nothing managed to mess it up. What a jerk!

When Xiren noticed that her mistress was staring at her, she deliberately pulled her silk robe down a little so that Chi Mengli could see her more clearly.

Even the renowned Venerable Ananda could not sever the tribulations of the seven emotions and six desires. My boss's willpower is truly as strong as steel!
The large, white meat buns did look appealing, but the thought of Xiren's foolishness instantly sobered Chi Mengli up.

"I'll only teach you this once: no matter how delicious the meat is, you have to consider your own strength before eating it. If you don't have good teeth, don't eat it."

"Getting a photocopy from the police station is fine, because the police station is just a thatched hut, drafty from all sides, they won't miss you. But let me tell you clearly, this is a piece of meat hiding poison."

"If you have a sensitive stomach, you're guaranteed to die from the poisoning."

Chi Mengli took a sip of Perrier water, put the bottle aside, walked over, straightened Xiren's clothes, and then carefully examined her, sincerely praising, "She looks even more beautiful now!"

"Sisters, mountains may crumble, rivers may flow away, you have to rely on yourself."

"Come on! Tell me, what kind of trap did Teacher Li set for you?"

"Also, I asked you to gather information to find intelligence brokers. Even a low-level gangster like me knows that the Peninsula Hotel is full of intelligence dealers."

Chi Mengli sat on the sofa, took another sip of Perrier, crossed her legs, glanced at the time on her wrist, and realized that there was still some time before dinner. Xizai hadn't returned yet, so it was a good time to use her brain.

Xi Ren sat up straight, becoming much more dignified. Handsome Sheng's words had been very comforting; if this lecherous man hadn't kept glancing at her chest, she might have believed him. Actually, when she picked up the police file, she knew she'd fallen for a trap. But Teacher Li was a man who never lied; if he said the judge knew Ruan Wen's background, then the judge knew Ruan Wen's background.

So she explained the whole story, waiting for Chi Mengli's reaction.

After listening to Xiren's words, Chi Mengli had a better understanding of what was going on. People can overcome anything for money, including death, but they must find the right angle. For example, someone who is terminally ill and doesn't have long to live, but wants to improve their family's future by turning a bicycle into a motorcycle.

Teacher Li, that old fox, couldn't possibly be unaware of this. There are indeed suicide warriors in the world, but they cannot overcome fear. Only those who know their days are numbered are willing to die.

Where does the judge's point of view lie?
"Give me the passenger and driver's information, as well as the forensic certificate."

Chi Mengli suddenly found it very interesting and asked Xiren to find the information on the two people who died in the taxi.

Xi Ren was surprised that Chi Mengli had an idea immediately after hearing the brief explanation. She had just read through all the information and found no problems, but she felt that something was wrong.

Because both deceased were young and there was no connection between them, they still dutifully found the relevant documents and handed them over.

The documents from the Hong Kong police station were all in English, and full of technical terms. Chi Mengli had long forgotten the English he learned in Wong Chuk Hang. Now he could only recognize himself in English, not in English. He could only return the documents to Xiren and ask her to translate them for him.

Just as Xiren was translating the English, Xizai rushed back to the long room, looking travel-worn, and said to Chi Mengli, who was smoking, "Brother Sheng, everything's been arranged. They're all with Professor K."

"I didn't send anyone to watch the place. I just found a good brother to set up a trap. If anyone breaks in, I guarantee I'll blow them to pieces! And the three bastards below will all be blown to bits too!"

Chi Mengli flicked some ash into the crystal ashtray on the coffee table and nodded in satisfaction. Professor A, Professor K, and Song Ci were her trump cards. As long as she had these three trump cards, she would have more options.

But if they wanted to take down Song Sheng, these three people would eventually have to be handed over to the cops. After all, Professor A's pork recipe was priceless to other gangsters, but useless to him.

I have plenty of ways to make money, there's no need for me to starve.

Xi Ren quickly finished translating the document in her hand, handed the document full of writing to Chi Mengli, and then plopped down on the armrest of the sofa, with most of her soft flesh pressed against Chi Mengli's arm.

This person is really stubborn and won't listen to advice!
Forced relationships are never sweet, so Chi Mengli had no choice but to accept it passively. He carefully read the documents in his hand and discovered that the driver was a South Asian man who was already in serious health problems. The autopsy report showed that the South Asian man had a brain tumor that had begun to compress his nerves.

Therefore, the police report stated that the driver crashed into the truck because the brain tumor was compressing his nerves, causing him to lose his ability to react.

The passenger on the bus was an Interpol agent who was on vacation and had come to Hong Kong alone. On the last day of his vacation, he was involved in a traffic accident.

Brain tumor, compressing nerves—this is a perfectly reasonable excuse. Cops encounter a dozen such cases a day, and as long as there aren't too many suspicious points, they'll treat it as an accident.

(End of this chapter)