Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 412, page 189: Traitors Must Die
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With her bare hands and feet, Chi Mengli knocked the six or seven people in front of her to the ground. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief and calm her excited heart and trembling hands, her ears twitched and she immediately jumped to the left, leaving the spot where she had just been standing.

"boom"

A bullet struck the spot where Chi Mengli had left.

Standing in the second-floor stands, Ruan Wen held a smoking pistol in his hand, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light.

Chi Mengli rolled on the floor to dodge the sudden arrow. When he saw that the arrow was shot by Ruan Wen, he cursed in his heart that nothing is more poisonous than a woman's heart.

I turned my gaze to the safe in the tempered glass display case, but now was not the time. The old man probably couldn't get out either. I'd come back to find him later.

Having made up her mind, Chi Mengli immediately moved aside, preparing to wage guerrilla warfare.

"bang bang bang"

"Bang bang."

Bullets were flying around like they were free, chasing after Chi Mengli, who could only run away with his head in his hands. This time, he was really screwed over by Shenxian Jin.

Hiding behind a marble pillar, Chi Mengli pulled off her bow tie. Her wounds had healed, but there were too many bullets. If she went out now, she was sure she would be riddled with bullets. After all, she wasn't Superman.

Hidden behind the marble pillars like myself was a young and beautiful woman. Judging from the bow and violin she was holding, she was there to perform for the auction.

"Good evening, beautiful lady!"

Having met by chance, both being strangers in a foreign land, Chi Mengli greeted them warmly.

The beautiful musician hiding behind the marble pillar looked at Chi Mengli in disbelief, thinking to herself, "Is this guy crazy? Is he out of his mind? Now is not a good time to strike up a conversation."

Seeing that the violinist remained unmoved, Chi Mengli had no choice but to withdraw her smile and snatch the violin bow from the terrified woman, using it as a weapon for self-defense.

The security personnel continued to surround the marble pillar, launching attacks according to tactical maneuvers, attempting to pin Chi Mengli behind the pillar.

Seeing her ex-boyfriend fall into a quagmire like a dragon trapped in mud, Ruan Wen, standing on the stands, finally smiled. A few small fry can't cause any big waves. As long as she can deal with these troublemakers, she can continue to hold the auction.

Just as she was feeling smug, a loud bang rang in her ears.

"Boom."

The two solid wood gates of the stone villa crashed into the auction venue, knocking two security guards who were unable to dodge in time. The security guards landed with blood in their mouths, struggled for a few moments, and then became completely still.

A dozen or so people dressed in training uniforms and wearing Peking Opera masks rushed in, armed with sprayers, spraying anyone they saw without any room for negotiation.

The pistols were powerless against the rapid-fire bullets. Before the Kreigs family's security personnel could even react, they were riddled with bullets.

A savior has arrived?

Chi Mengli cautiously peeked out and saw the dozen or so burly men in Peking Opera masks wreaking havoc and routing the security personnel of the Cligis family.

Unsure of who the newcomer was, he obediently withdrew his head and waited for the outcome to be decided.

There were just too many twists and turns. Ruan Wen, who had been confident of victory, felt despair once again. She hadn't expected that the island, which she had once controlled, would be in such a state of flux.

Since these Peking Opera masks were able to rush into the villa, it means that the dock has been lost and several sentries have been eliminated, otherwise I wouldn't have been completely unable to get any information.

"Nguyen Van, let's retreat! There's no way to turn the tide now!"

Anna Kreigis maneuvered her electric wheelchair back a few steps. After all, the trolls were blind; the iron pellets had even hit the railings of the stands. This Asian auction was over, and the Kreigis family would not return to Asia for the next ten years.

Hearing her adoptive mother's words, Ruan Wen felt unwilling. The auction items in the villa were worth hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars. If she left now and abandoned these auction items, her family would be burdened with huge debts and would not be able to recover for the next few years.

But her adoptive mother was the head of the family, and her orders were law. She could only nod resignedly, wave to her subordinates behind her, and tell them to take her adoptive mother away while she stayed behind to cover their retreat.

fool!
What a complete fool!

Seeing that Ruan Wen still didn't understand, Anna Cligis gave the order directly: "Come with me now, while there's still room to resist."

This finally calmed Ruan Wen down completely. She followed her adoptive mother and quickly left the auction venue.

The Peking Opera masked figures wielding sprayers did not chase after the fleeing Nguyen Van and Anna Kreigis, but instead came to the front of the glass display case.

"Ah Sheng, come out here! You idiot, how could you encounter such outrageous things!"

Shenxian Jin pushed the wheelchair, in which Wen Gui, who was breathing oxygen, looked around the venue. He was heartbroken to see that several ancient paintings had been sprayed with large holes by trolls. He pointed at them and muttered "spendthrift son".

Upon hearing Shen Xianjin's voice, Chi Mengli, who was hiding behind the marble pillar, did not come out immediately. He quietly peeked out and saw Shen Xianjin pushing Wen Gui toward the direction of the Eight-Faced Buddha. He immediately stood up and walked outside.

That old bastard has finally arrived!
"Damn it! You old man! I had someone kidnap me, and you didn't even stand up for me and seek justice! It's outrageous! I'm standing here, dressed up all fancy, and I almost got sold like a pig!"

"Uncle Gui!"

After walking up to Shenxian Jin, Chi Mengli complained exaggeratedly for a couple of minutes before greeting Wen Gui.

This famous retired emperor of the Water Chamber was in poor health, his face was ashen, and he was relying entirely on oxygen to stay afloat. He seemed to be on the verge of passing away.

"Uncle Xing, it's been a long time!"

Shenxian Jin ignored Chi Mengli. The gangster spoke, but not a single word was serious. He looked at the white-bearded old man in the tempered glass display case and greeted him respectfully.

Inside the glass display case, Egg Tart Star merely nodded in response to Shen Xian Jin's words before looking at Wen Gui, who was sitting in a wheelchair. He opened his mouth and said with difficulty, "Brother Gui! Spare my life!"

Hearing Egg Tart Star's words, Wen Gui was also furious. His thin chest heaved as he suppressed his anger and resolutely refused, "If you knew this would happen, why did you do it in the first place!"

"You have violated the rules of the Hongmen family. You will be punished with three cuts and six holes. You cannot escape this fate!"

With just one sentence, the egg tart star in the glass display case was sentenced to death.

After delivering the verdict, Wen Gui quickly put an oxygen tube into his nose, took a deep breath, and then said to Shen Xianjin, "Let's do it!"

Upon hearing Wen Gui's order, Shen Xianjin waved his hand, and Hong Gun from the water room behind him took out a chainsaw and began cutting the lock on the glass display case where Egg Tart Star was imprisoned. "Sizzle... sizzle..."

"Handsome guy! Handsome guy!"

The chainsaw cut the iron chain, sending out a long string of sparks that were very loud.

But for the Eight-Faced Buddha, who was locked up nearby, this was nothing short of heavenly music. He quickly pounded on the tempered glass, hoping that Chi Mengli would let him off the hook because he had kept him company.

Chi Mengli took out a cigarette case from his pocket, put one in his mouth, borrowed a light from his fellow disciples in the water room who were wearing masks, took a deep drag, and comfortably exhaled a smoke ring before walking up to the Eight-Faced Buddha.

"When you betrayed me, you called me a loser, but now that you need my help, you call me handsome. Buddha, you're so fickle!"

"I'll give you a chance. If you can move me, I'll spare your life."

Chi Mengli mocked the Eight-Faced Buddha a few times, and then asked the Eight-Faced Buddha to state his terms.

"I've hidden three tons of Miss Bai in Hong Kong. This shipment belongs to General Luo. I've only paid a deposit. If you release me, this shipment is yours!"

The current Eight-Faced Buddha has no money left, only a pile of goods, and this is all the price he can offer.

"I won't let you go, and these three tons of goods are mine too!"

"Buddha, you've made such a fortune, bring out some genuine goods and sell them!"

Chi Mengli rejected such an insincere offer without even thinking. What was Miss Bai doing to her? She couldn't exactly sell herself! What a loser!
What he wants most right now is the golden Buddha in the hands of the Eight-Faced Buddha. Once he gets the golden Buddha, he can control the sales channels of the Eight-Faced Buddha and then wipe out all these bastards in one fell swoop.

“I have a safe deposit box at Credit Suisse that expires next year. It contains two million US dollars in bearer bonds. The key is in the locker at the Central Club, locker number 3312.”

"I've lost the key to the box, but that shouldn't be a problem for you, handsome."

"Two million US dollars worth of bearer bonds are yours if you release me."

In order to save his life, the Eight-Faced Buddha took out all his savings for his funeral and whispered to Chi Mengli.

"I promise you, I'll spare your life."

Two million US dollars worth of bearer bonds are indeed a good thing, but the problem is that I might not live to enjoy them!
There must be a trap hidden in these government bonds, designed to ensnare themselves.

Chi Mengli smiled and agreed, indicating that she would let Ba Mian Fo off the hook. It was easy for her not to cause trouble for Ba Mian Fo, but it was unclear whether Shen Xian Jin and the others would let Ba Mian Fo go!
Hopefully, the Eight-Faced Buddha still has enough leverage to persuade those around him to let him off the hook.

The tempered glass cell door of Egg Tart Star was already open, and a water room disciple holding a spray gun walked into the display case. He carefully searched Egg Tart Star and, finding no dangerous items on him, cut his leg irons and handcuffs.

"Bang."

A short horn knife was thrown to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Ah Xing, we are all Hongmen disciples, people of the martial arts world. In front of so many juniors, stop babbling and just give yourself a quick death."

Wen Gui removed his oxygen mask and uttered chilling words in a hoarse voice, telling Egg Tart Star to end his own life.

The Hongmen family rules are very strict; minor offenses result in the loss of a hand or foot, while serious offenses result in being stabbed three times and having six holes pierced in the body.

Looking at the bull horn dagger on the ground, Egg Tart Star gave a helpless smile; he knew he was doomed today.

"The Fifth Oath of the Hongmen: The internal affairs of the Hong family shall not be passed down from father to son, from son to father, from elder brother to younger brother, from younger brother to elder brother, or to any of the six relatives and four family members. Anyone who speaks of or privately transmits the secrets of the family, or who privately teaches or imparts knowledge, or who is greedy for money, shall die under ten thousand cuts."

“Uncle Xing, if you want to retire from the criminal life, no one will stop you. It’s only natural to want to return to one’s roots.”

"But in order to retire from the criminal world, you handed over the seabed to the Eastern Europeans. Twenty-five brothers lost their heads, fifty ledgers fell into the hands of the Eastern Europeans, and the whereabouts of three hundred million rubles are unknown."

"This shouldn't be the case!"

"The Eighteenth Oath of the Hongmen: If captured by the military, this is an unfortunate calamity from heaven. You must not betray your Hongmen brothers, nor hold grudges against them or make false accusations against them. Anyone who makes false accusations against their brothers or disregards the brotherhood of the Hongmen will be struck down by five thunderbolts."

"I am He Anle Sect Master Shenxian Jin. You have broken these two oaths, so I sentence you to three cuts and six holes. Do you accept this?"

After hearing what Shenxian Jin said, Egg Tart Star's face paled even more. What Shenxian Jin said was the truth. Although he also had his own difficulties, he had indeed violated the rules of the Hongmen family.

"Scholars, farmers, artisans, and merchants, each with their own skills, once they enter the Hongmen, they must prioritize loyalty and righteousness, and befriend the Hongmen brothers in various provinces as if they were brothers of one body. They should not arbitrarily distinguish between themselves and others. If any brother rises up in rebellion, they should provide military supplies and provisions and work together with one heart."

"To overthrow the Manchu Qing and restore the Ming dynasty, to avenge the burning of our ancestors' tombs, and to demonstrate the bond of our sworn brotherhood today. Anyone who is disloyal or fails to give their all shall die a thousand cuts."

Seeing that Egg Tart Star remained silent, Shenxian Jin began reciting the Thirty-Sixth Oath of the Hongmen.

All the disciples of the Water Room present followed Shen Xianjin in reciting this final oath.

Standing to the side, Chi Mengli was also moved to tears. He joined everyone in reciting the Hongmen oath. Those who can become leaders are not ordinary warriors. Just based on this kind of charisma, they could easily become leaders of a shoe cult.

Amidst the repeated oaths of the Hongmen, Egg Tart Star picked up the horn-shaped dagger from the ground, steeled his resolve, and plunged it directly into his heart. He was too old to withstand three cuts and six holes, so he might as well go straight for the heart and let his spirit soar.

The bullhorn dagger pierced his heart, and Egg Tart Star collapsed to the ground with a thud. After struggling a few times, he became completely still, showing none of the desperate counterattacks of villains in martial arts novels.

"Now that the household chores are done, we should get down to business!"

Just as all the disciples in the water room remained silent, voices came from the main entrance.

A Western-style top hat and beige tuxedo walked into the auction room, only to find it in complete disarray. He frowned, particularly heartbroken to see a Victorian oil painting smashed into rags.

"Hello! Mr. Hennessy, it's been a long time!"

Seeing that Egg Tart Star had completely passed away, Shenxian Jin ordered his men to cut off Egg Tart Star's head, put it in a box and take it away, and then turned Wen Gui's wheelchair over to him.

Upon seeing the foreigner's face, Wen Gui immediately greeted him warmly.

(End of this chapter)