Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 429, Section 10: A Pleasant Holiday
"10..."

Chi Mengli finished counting down the time with a blank expression, coldly looking at the angel in white in front of her.

What Lei Mu said did indeed contain a lot of key information.

But Chi Mengli never said that he would spare Lei Mu's life if she confessed.

Giving someone a hundred million after they've wronged you isn't repaying kindness with ingratitude; it's a pyramid scheme tactic.

If you repay kindness with ingratitude, how will you repay kindness?

Confucius was a typical Machiavellian, believing that force was the only way to uphold scholarship. He was nine feet six inches tall and carried a sharp blade. Even in present-day Hong Kong and Macau, he would be considered a giant.

Mr. Shao Zhengmao suffered from his low combat strength and was killed by Confucius and his students.

Chi Mengli used the Thunder God and Thunder Goddess to warn others in the martial arts world about the price they would have to pay to scheme against them.

The gangsters need to know the consequences of taking advantage of others, so they understand the weight of their wrongdoings.

When Xizai heard the countdown end, he understood and grabbed Lei's mother by the collar. His two henchmen quickly lifted Lei's mother's legs, and the three of them carried the terrified Lei's mother to the edge of the rooftop.

"Keep your eyes open from now on."

Spinach Dong spat on Lei's mother, casually waved his hand, and told Xizai and the others to do their jobs.

Xizai smiled cruelly, then raised his hand and threw the angel in white away.

The medical staff truly became flying angels this time, experiencing a ropeless bungee jump.

Lei Mu fell onto the cement floor, just like a piece of tofu falling onto glass.

At a height of over twenty meters, there was absolutely no chance of survival.

Chi Mengli put a cigarette in her mouth and said to Bo Cai Dong beside her, "You and Xi Zai go to Lei Gong and Lei Mu's house. It's on me. I'll give each of you a fire bottle."

"Make it impressive, but don't cause any deaths or scapegoats. Set off a string of firecrackers before lighting the fire to let the neighbors know."

Chi Mengli had promised Lei Gong that she wouldn't harm his family. Since she had let Lei Gong's family go, there was no reason not to let Lei's mother's family go too. However, even if she let them go, she still had to put on a show.

Murder, arson—the order of this process cannot be changed!

With everything arranged, Chi Mengli led Bo Cai Dong and the others away from the rooftop.

The screams from downstairs startled Biao Jin, who was watching TV. He turned off the TV, went to the window, and saw the white-clad angel in the head nurse's uniform turned into a puddle of mud.

Hearing the commotion inside the room, the bodyguards knocked urgently on the door. Seeing no response, they immediately rushed in.

"Uncle Jin, are you alright?"

Biao Jin stared at the tragedy downstairs, shook his head, and asked, "What happened down there?"

Xiao Liang was Biao Jin's right-hand man and also his bodyguard. He waved his hand to let the others leave and muttered in a low voice, "Uncle Jin, I know the person who jumped off the building. It was Lei's mother. We've worked with her before."

"It's not surprising that Lei Mu got into trouble; Lei Gong might have lost his life too!"

Upon hearing his trusted aide's words, Biao Jin immediately became interested. He turned around, leaned against the railing, and asked with a smile, "It seems there's a little story behind this! Tell me about it, I've been feeling really bored lately."

Xiao Liang stepped forward and drew the curtains to prevent the mess of flesh on the ground from spoiling Uncle Jin's good mood. He also poured Uncle Jin a glass of water, as the doctor had advised that he should drink more water to recover faster.

After finishing these tasks of serving people, he finally spoke up: "Before the New Year, the handsome young man Sheng, a double-flower red stick in the water room, went missing. According to rumors, Song Sheng's methods were involved."

"The Thunder God and Thunder Goddess were introduced to the Vietnamese ghost woman by Song Sheng."

"Then, Handsome Sheng was unharmed and even suppressed the other four triads in Yau Ma Tei. He was the first to offer incense at Tin Hau Temple. Those two lackeys, Lei Gong and Lei Mu, are going to be in trouble."

After Xiao Liang finished explaining his analysis, he shut up. He had been with Uncle Jin for five or six years and knew Uncle Jin's habits. Uncle Jin didn't like to hear any noise when he was thinking.

"By gathering withered branches and leaves, and sharpening their dullness, their edge is brought forth!"

After a few minutes of silence, Biao Jin smiled wryly. This handsome young man, Sheng, has a great attitude towards his work. What a sharp young man!

Since the other party dared to make a move, the only option is to cut off their hands or feet. If there is no response, then there will be no way to survive in the martial arts world in the future.

"What a wonderful poem! Uncle Jin, your writing is getting better and better! If you ask me, HKU shouldn't be employing those useless four-eyed guys. Please, Uncle Jin, take charge, and I guarantee HKU will be a hundred times more glorious than before."

As soon as Biao Jin opened his mouth, Xiao Liang quickly offered a compliment.

"You idiot, I told you to read more books. You can't even flatter the right people properly."

It's not terrible for gangsters to be uneducated; what's terrible is that they don't learn and only know how to fight and kill all day long. They'll never amount to anything.

Biao Jin shook his head helplessly and continued, "This is an ancient poem, not written by me, A Jin. Even if I lived for another hundred or a thousand years, I still couldn't write such exquisite verses."

"However, there's not much of a problem in learning to be like a fish in water; it's better to stay still than to move."

"Xiao Liang, you tell us, Song Sheng has recently caused his son-in-law to fall into the hands of other people. Should we still cooperate with him?"

Biao Jin sighed. His business partner had been having a really bad run of luck lately. His son-in-law and daughter had both fallen into the hands of their rivals, which made things a bit unsafe. He was hesitant about whether to continue the partnership.

Xiao Liang shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

In fact, the reason why Biao Jin likes Xiao Liang the most is precisely this: to know what you know and to know what you don't know is true knowledge!
Mr. Song is an excellent partner, always managing to turn danger into safety. As the largest dealer in Hong Kong, he can help me process eighty tons of Ms. Bai's stock every year. Mr. Song helped me process a quarter of the goods in General's hands. This old friend's efficiency is unmatched by even the former big boss (Crippled Ho) and the Ma brothers.

Furthermore, Mr. Song is very reliable; there have never been any problems with money, supplies, or storage.

Professor Song's son-in-law is also very capable. Many people like blue-blooded people, and young men in Southeast Asia like such cheap goods.

Miss Bai is too valuable; not everyone can afford to play with her.

The cooperation with Song Sheng has always been safe, but then again, past safety and future safety are not necessarily related.

"The meeting with Mr. Song has ended. Since Mr. Song has gone so far as to scheme against a young man, it means that his situation is not very optimistic. The general does not like partners with bad luck."

On the first day of their meeting, someone died a violent death, and Biao Jin thought of the fortune slip he drew when he offered incense on New Year's Day.

It's like carrying a tiger across a high mountain; one is trembling with fear and trembling with dread.

[Suddenly, good fortune arrives; one must be vigilant and preserve one's safety.]

Embracing a tiger and venturing into danger is fraught with peril; wisdom is needed to resolve the crisis.

After looking at the fortune sticks, the master sighed and advised himself to put it aside and wait for the right opportunity.

The scene before them was a harbinger, and Biao Jin had no choice but to believe it, nor could he ignore it.

"Uncle Jin, I'll contact Ake right away and ask her to stop the shipment."

Xiao Liang didn't offer any advice; he simply obeyed orders and did what he was supposed to do.

"By the way! I can't stay at the Holy Church Hospital anymore. I've recovered enough. Book a long-term room at the Lisboa Hotel, and we'll move today!"

The police will definitely investigate the case of the nurse jumping off the building. Biao Jin was already a well-known wanted criminal in Asia, so he naturally couldn't use his original identity. The identity paper he bought was unreliable, and an experienced police officer could tell at a glance.

Why not take advantage of this chaos and stay at the Lisboa Hotel? Besides, the quantity of goods that Song Sheng requested this time is quite large, and the general attaches great importance to it, so I can't delay for too long.

Biao Jin put down the cup in his hand, put on a wool sweater. The air conditioning in the room was too strong, and it was a bit chilly to wear just a hospital gown.

Xiao Liang kept all of Biao Jin's orders in mind, left the ward, and went to process his discharge.

Fortunately, Uncle Jin's health has improved, otherwise he would have had to charter a plane to Singapore for treatment. In Haojiang, only the Holy Church Hospital is somewhat decent; the medical standards of other hospitals are very poor.

Even St. John's Hospital can't compare to Hong Kong's Sanatorium & Hospital.

As Chi Mengli walked downstairs, he was unaware that he had just missed out on the King of Waterways in Asia, and even less aware that fate, the master director of melodramatic soap operas, had once again entangled his destiny with a messy and complicated affair.

A group of people is a big target. There are police patrolling inside the Holy Church Hospital. He went down one floor, took the elevator, and left the scene.

The elevator led all the way to the lobby of the Holy Temple Hospital. Chi Mengli followed the flow of people and continued walking forward, preparing to leave this troublesome place. But just as she reached the main entrance, she heard someone calling her from behind.

"Handsome guy! Handsome guy! A handsome guy in a plaid suit!"

Inside the hall, only Chi Mengli was wearing a plaid suit. He couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to, so he could only turn around helplessly and watch Jasmine running towards him.

What is this plainclothes female officer doing in Macau?

Tracking your own?
The moment the thought crossed her mind, Chi Mengli immediately dismissed it. She had boarded the yacht early that morning. The yacht belonged to Young Master Wang, who had lent it to her when he went to Los Angeles to accompany his father to a high-society party.

I boarded the ship at 5 a.m. and used a car that was stored on Wang Dashao's yacht. It had a Macau license plate, so there was no problem at all.

During this process, no one could follow him, and he did not see any yachts or speedboats tailing him.

Could it really be a coincidence?!
"Handsome guy, I never expected to meet you in Macau, what a coincidence!"

"I've been waiting for your text message for the past few days, but you haven't contacted me at all. You're such a jerk!"

Jasmine greeted the handsome Sheng happily and quickly got into the mood.

Looking at Jasmine in front of me, I realized that this plainclothes woman had changed from her gangster-like appearance to a normal person. I have to say, this short skirt suits her very well, except that her skin is a bit dark.

That's understandable, though. This female plainclothes officer must be from the surveillance team. She's exposed to the elements all day long, no wonder she's turned into a charcoal briquette!
"What a coincidence, my good brother is in the hospital, so I came to visit him."

"What are you doing in Macau? Are you here to skateboard?"

Chi Mengli pretended to be stupid, her face full of surprise.

"Please move aside. If you're going to pick up girls, find another place. Don't flirt in public."

"Push to the street!"

The housewife standing behind Chi Mengli cursed and told the two scoundrels to stay away.

"Vacation!"

"Let's come this way!"

Jasmine rolled her eyes and pulled Chi Mengli aside.

(End of this chapter)