Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 474, Section 55: A Gathering That Shouldn't Have Happened (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Upon hearing his boss's words, McCaw grinned maliciously and charged ahead.

When McCaw's henchmen saw that their boss had already rushed out, they all followed.

"Win and you'll be promoted; lose and you'll be rich and powerful!"

"Do it!"

Hei Ahu, who was standing next to Ji Mi, could no longer hold back. He roared, grabbed his long knife, and charged at Shuang Long. He had long disliked this scoundrel.

If we can take down this bastard this time, we'll definitely have fewer problems in the future.

Seeing the men from the water room rushing up, Shuanglong didn't hesitate and shouted, "Attack! Kill those bastards from the water room and avenge the boss!"

After saying that, Shuanglong raised the fire axe in his hand and chopped it down at Hei Ahu's head.

The two groups immediately rushed forward and clashed. In front were the traitors who could hold out to the death, and behind them were the traitors and collaborators. As long as the traitors and collaborators on both sides didn't fall apart, the traitors and collaborators behind them wouldn't leave.

Hei Ahu dodged Shuang Long's axe, which was being swung at him with all his might. He raised his long sword and slashed at Shuang Long's body, but Shuang Long blocked it with the long handle of his axe.

At the same time, both of them kicked out at each other.

Hei Ahu kicked Shuanglong in the chest, while Shuanglong kicked Hei Ahu in the abdomen. Both of them took a big step back, their eyes red and panting heavily.

Despite her strong and robust physique, Shuanglong's eyebrows twitched in pain. Gritting her teeth and enduring the agony, she picked up the fire axe again and swung it at Hei Ahu's shoulder.

Seeing the axe coming at him again, Hei Ahu didn't back down like a coward. Instead, he swung his longsword and struck the axe. The thickened longsword only bent slightly and didn't break.

Both of them used all their strength, and when they collided, they both lost their balance and took a big step back.

"Shuanglong! You good-for-nothing, you're always causing me trouble. This time, I'll take care of you once and for all, and send you to keep your dead boss, Seven Star Lamp, company!"

Feeling a numbness in his hand, Black Tiger spat on the ground, cursing incessantly.

Shuanglong gripped the fire axe firmly, grinned maliciously, and said, "You, Black Tiger, are not qualified to collect my corpse!" After saying that, he charged forward again with the fire axe.

The fire axe drew a graceful arc before his eyes. Black Tiger was not idle either. He threw a punch and hit Shuanglong in the face. Then, he swung his long sword with his right hand and, taking advantage of Shuanglong's dazed state, slashed at the fallen man's arm.

With a punch to the face and a knife to the arm, Shuanglong went completely berserk, turning into a berserker and wildly swinging a fire axe.

Black Tiger was not to be outdone and began to clash with Shuanglong, sword to sword.

Jimmy, standing still, noticed that his vanguard general McCaw was starting to falter, and even the 49-Zai at the very front were no match for the old Fu thugs.

Although I have been recruiting soldiers recently, all the major gangs are short of skilled swordsmen who can take on ten men at once, and they will never associate with a newcomer like me.

Don't be fooled by the number of people in your group; the only ones who can truly hold their own are the thirty-odd people in front of you.

We can't delay any longer, because there are already quite a few pro-CCP spies and traitors who dare not rush forward.

"Go ahead and hit them, why would they be scared!"

Ji Mi drew his katana, threw the scabbard on the ground, strode forward, and slashed at the nearest old Fu henchman.

The samurai sword was very sharp; it was a genuine battle blade bought from Japan. With a single, all-out strike, it severed Old Fu's henchman's arm.

Old Fu, the henchman whose arm had been chopped off, collapsed to the ground howling in pain, clutching his arm to his chest. Reattachment surgery is now available in Hong Kong, but the pain was so intense that the unlucky old Fu fainted.

The piercing screams woke up all of Lao Fu's henchmen who were preparing to cause trouble for Jimi.

That’s too harsh!
Ji Mi continued to charge forward, his samurai sword showing no mercy as he continued to slash at Lao Fu Si Jiu Zai.

Every strike was merciless, either severing an arm or leaving a large scar on a vital spot.

The lead horse of Shuanglong, Guolanfei, also noticed something was wrong. Seeing the Yau Ma Tei horse king so brave, he quickly ran over to save the day.

In the underworld, the easiest way to make a name for yourself is to take down a powerful figure who is currently enjoying great influence.

Handsome Sheng has two top horses under his command: cash king Spinach East and sun king Jimmy. Handsome Sheng is the future double flower red stick of Shui Fang. If you touch him, Shui Fang will definitely not let it go, and a lot of people will definitely die.

Normally, he can't touch Handsome Sheng, nor can he touch Spinach Dong and Jimmy, those two bastards. But when it comes to big movies, if he takes down Jimmy, Shuifang won't say a word.

Guo Lanfei grinned maliciously, made up his mind, and charged towards Jimi.

Ji Mi also sensed Guo Lanfei's plan, and dealt a fatal blow to this fool who didn't know what was going to happen, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Recently, Ji Mi had Xi Zai find him a master to practice knife skills. He put in a lot of hard work and has finally grasped some of the basics.

Tonight, we'll see if these skills are enough to hold our own.

The blade thrust forward, gleaming coldly, aiming for Guo Lanfei's throat.

The samurai sword, just over a meter long, was like a spear, thrusting towards Guolanfei. Danger struck, but Guolanfei didn't hesitate at all. He used his long sword to block it, and then slashed at Jimi's head.

Jimi raised the samurai sword in his hand, the blade jamming the long sword, then pushed forward, taking several large steps forward against the fruit stall.

The two blades clashed together, sending sparks flying.

As the two closed the distance, Ji Mi didn't stop either. She kicked Guo Lanfei in the shin, and while Guo Lanfei was off balance, she pressed forward a few more times, leaving a long, bloody scar on Guo Lanfei's shoulder with the sharp blade.

Guo Lanfei, who was stunned by the blow, quickly tried to back away, but he could no longer hold onto the long knife in his hand and just wanted to escape.

While you are sick, I will kill you!
Now, all Jimi needs is a powerful platform to show off its strength. The fruit market is just the right size, so it definitely can't be placed there.

In the instant the blades clashed, the numb sensation in Ji Mi's hand allowed him to instantly understand his opponent's true strength. The fruit vendor in front of him was all show and no substance, only slightly better than an average 49-year-old.

Guo Lanfei's three chops all landed at the same angle. He always thought that a straight line was the fastest, but he forgot that the knife is flexible.

Jimi continued to lunge forward, striking instantly, the blade leaving a wound on the non-knife-wielding hand in the fruit stand.

Despite the pain, Guo Lanfei didn't give up. He endured the pain and continued to fight back, but his knife swings were much slower.

Having lost all patience, Ji Mi and the fruit vendor went toe-to-toe with each other, and it wasn't long before it was over.

Guo Lanfei's long sword had been knocked away, and Ji Mi seized the opportunity to cut off Guo Lanfei's ear with a single stroke. The sharp blade of the samurai sword lodged directly into his collarbone.

"what"

Guolanfei howled desperately, gripping Jimi's katana, trying to stop Jimi's next move.

The fruit vendor opposite had already lost all will to fight, so Jimi kicked the loser to the ground and stabbed him in the back.

After felling Guo Lanfei, Jimi was covered in blood. Like a lion, he looked at Lao Fu's team and shouted, "How many of you bastards are enough for me to kill!"

Seeing that Lao Fu's troops were demoralized, he did not hesitate at all. He drew his knife and charged into Lao Fu's ranks, swinging it continuously and cutting down two or three men.

"He's insane! He's insane!"

Seeing Jimmy wreaking havoc, Old Fu's 49s and Blue Lanterns were all trembling with fear. They had all experienced planting flags and making big moves, but few had ever seen anyone as ruthless as Jimmy, cutting off ears and arms.

As the saying goes, everyone who comes out to make a living and ventures into the underworld does so in order to make money.

Old Fu's henchmen didn't want to risk their lives fighting for their grandfather's territory!

Once they all regained their senses, the old men of Fu Sijiu all retreated in unison, not wanting to face Ji Mi, the god of death, any longer.

Jimmy played with great momentum, which immediately relieved the pressure on McCaw. He swung his baseball bat with great force, causing the opposing team's old-timers to run away in panic.

Hei Ahu had also dealt with Shuanglong. He was holding Shuanglong by the collar with his left hand and punching her face repeatedly with his right. At this point, Shuanglong was already breathing more heavily than she was breathing.

His nose, eyes, and mouth were all smashed to pieces by Hei Ahu's iron fists, leaving a bloody mess. With his fists broken, Hei Ahu slapped Shuanglong and shouted, "Damn it! Who did you pick on?! I'll fuck your mother! You want to collect my corpse and avenge the dead ghost Qixingdeng?"

"Watch closely how I kill you!"

After finishing speaking, Hei Ahu released Shuanglong's left hand, letting her fall to the ground. He picked up a steel pipe from the side and smashed it against Shuanglong's head several times before throwing the steel pipe to the ground.

"Shuanglong is dead! Brothers, kill those bastards who slewd Lao Fu!"

They were already outnumbered, and with their leader Shuanglong killed, Lao Fu's henchmen disregarded any sense of brotherhood and all turned tail and ran.

"The game isn't over yet! What are you running off to!"

McCaw chased after Old Fu's henchmen for over thirty meters, only stopping when he saw them scatter and run away. He then gathered his men and returned to his boss's side.

Now, the only thing left on the entire street of Wenmingli is the old Fuma's henchman lying down.

Jimi tossed the samurai sword in his hand to the henchman behind him, took out a cigarette, lit one, took a breath to calm himself down, and looked around.

This time, we entered the civilized area and won, but it was a Pyrrhic victory. Of the more than 400 people we brought, 50 or 60 are now lying on the ground, but most of them are members of the Tong Party and residents of the housing estate.

Even if it's a party or a housing estate, they still have to provide resettlement allowance and medical expenses according to the rules of the underworld.

The resettlement expenses and medical costs for fifty or sixty people are no small sum.

"Boss, we've finally made it into Temple Street!"

McCaw laboriously took off his gloves, threw them on the ground, walked over to Jimmy, and shouted loudly.

After fighting with Lao Fu for more than half a year, they couldn't even get a foothold in the core area of ​​Temple Street. It was Lao Ding's brilliant strategy that lured the snake out of its hole, allowing the gang to finally step into Temple Street.

“Tell the stall owners in Wenmingli that from now on, Wenmingli will be under our Shuifang’s jurisdiction. Tonight’s plane was really too much. Send the brothers to the Kowloon Walled City clinic for treatment and to avoid the cops.”

"Call Lao Fu's kerosene and tell him to come and collect Shuanglong's body!"

Although a major battle had just taken place in the civilized area, the stall owners and street vendors remained unmoved, squatting in safe spots smoking and chatting, and casually commenting on the swordsmanship of both sides.

The women from Malan, who had no work to do, also gathered together. After watching the excitement, they decided to find a place to have a late-night snack.

Even the owners of the Malan gangs weren't frowning; it was all too common for them to be setting up their gangs and holding big events.

What the stall owners and street vendors had to do was raise money and hire a respected elder in the underworld, who had retired from the trade, to negotiate with the waterworks staff about how much water they should pay and how much prime location they should give up.

After chatting, the stall owner and the street vendor would move to the water room together and become part of the water room community.

The owners of billiard halls, bars, and restaurants don't even need to hire someone to negotiate. The placement of flags in the water room is definitely done according to the rules of the underworld. How many people to work, how much fee to charge, and how much commission to charge are all predetermined in the underworld.

A renovation team should arrive tomorrow morning, and I can get a complete renovation without spending a single penny of my own money.

The problem is that we can't start work for these three days. It's the rule in the underworld to keep things going for three days. If we can hold out for these three days, Lao Fu will accept his bad luck and won't cause any more trouble. He'll have tea and make some arrangements with the water room.

"You get out of here first. The Dragon Palace is newly opened, and Brother Sheng will lose face if you're not here to check it out."

"One family benefits while two families benefit; everyone in Wenmingli will split it 50/50. As for how to divide it, it's all up to Brother Sheng!"

Seeing that Ji Mi had arranged for McCaw to take the wounded to the no-man's-land clinic in Kowloon Walled City for treatment, and that Black Tiger would have to help with the patrol tonight, he walked up to Ji Mi, asked her for a cigarette, and told her to go back and report first.

"People can't go back; they all have to stay here."

“Temple Street isn’t just home to the Old Fuk Society, the Tung Luen Society, the Number Gang, and plenty of thugs from Tung Ying. They’ll definitely try to sneak in if they see we’re outnumbered. Who knows if someone might be thinking of taking advantage of the situation?”

"Arrange for someone to guard the phone booth and relay the message. Once the news gets through, all the brothers in the gang will move together and take a bite out of whoever comes!"

Only when the flag stands for three days will civilization truly return to its former glory.

Ji Mi did indeed need to rush back to the Dragon Palace Nightclub to inform Brother Sheng, especially since there was still a tough battle to be fought inside the Dragon Palace Nightclub.

Black Tiger isn't a greenhorn; he knows the rules. For the next three days, he'll be stationed in Wenming Lane to ensure nothing goes wrong. He's trying to get a piece of the lucrative business near the subway station, and he wants to take a bite out of every gang in Temple Street.

“I know! Nothing will happen in the next three days. Now that two red sticks have been broken, even if Lao Fu wants to fight back, he'll have to think it over carefully.”

Ji Mi nodded. The Yau Tsim Mong triads are setting up camp too frequently. All the major triads are gathering here. If you send people to Temple Street, the other branches will be empty. Someone will definitely have designs on you.

"But it's so quiet today, haven't the cops been out?"

Black Tiger threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, wondering why the cops, who were usually everywhere, hadn't shown up this time.

"Don't you even look at the time? It's past nine, almost ten o'clock. The cops don't have time to watch everyone play games."

"We're all from the underworld, and we'll settle things within the underworld. Nobody dares to get involved with the emperor's aura, or they'll be laughed at. We're not here to target ordinary citizens. The cops will only be happy if all the gangsters are dead!"

Ji Mi muttered a complaint and then called to his few trusted subordinates who were not injured to prepare to return to the Dragon Palace Nightclub.

Hei Ahu is right. Old Fu has defeated Fengtian and Shuanglong, two Red Sticks, tonight. If he wants to get revenge, he won't be able to find a suitable candidate for the time being.

After changing his clothes, Spinach Dong hid in his office and watched as the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB) officers handcuffed his henchman, Fire Dog, and took him away.

With motorcycles and firecrackers involved, the Organized Crime and Triad Bureau (OCTB), the Anti-Triad Unit (ACC), and the Central Police Department (CID) would all be on the scene. However, the cops were slow to act. By the time they arrived, both Old Fu and the Water House factions had already called a retreat and cleaned up the mess.

Although the victim could not be found, many ordinary citizens were witnesses, so it was necessary to handcuff a high-ranking gangster.

The big shots have all gone into hiding, so Fire Dog can only stand at the forefront. Anyway, there's no evidence, so he's just waiting for 48 hours.

Spinach Dong changed all his clothes into clean ones and treated the wounds on his fists before leaving his office. He went to the Duke's private room at the very back of the second floor, knocked on the door, and went inside.

"Ah Dong, you've come at the right time! Listen to my singing!"

Old Fu, the hostess, was holding a microphone and asking a hostess next to him to help him change the backing track.

Outside, the henchmen were fighting to the death, while inside the private room, the bosses sat together drinking and singing.

When Spinach East saw this scene, he was somewhat taken aback.

"Haha, Uncle Bai Mei, your singing voice is even more beautiful than Roman Tam's. If you practice for a few more years, I guarantee TVB will make you the King of Singers!"

Chi Mengli held a Double Happiness cigarette in her hand, smiling as she flattered Bai Mei.

“Shengzai, you’re right. Bai Mei always talks a good game. He’s just too old. If he were ten years younger, he could definitely be a son-in-law or a gigolo!”

Tongyihe's boss, Crocodile Skin, took a sip of top-grade Rémy Martin and made a couple of jokes with White Eyebrows.

Bai Mei, embarrassed, didn't take it to heart. Instead, he lewdly wiggled his crotch, making the elephant between his legs even more clearly visible.

Dong Lianshe's Da Dongjiu sat to the side, completely bewildered. In the afternoon, Lao Ding Shushenggui called him, asking him to cancel all his social engagements and attend a cocktail party together that evening.

After getting into Lao Ding's car, they went to Jinlou to pick up the pre-ordered golden statue of the God of Wealth, and arrived at Shanghai Street to meet Chi Mengli.

Not only did the head of the East Union Society arrive, but all the other well-known gangs in Yau Ma Tei came to show their support.

Handsome Sheng is a junior in the underworld. Even if he becomes a top-ranking member of the Water House in the future, he still can't get so many senior members to sit in the gang.

With such a prominent position in the martial arts world, the only big shot who could have facilitated this meeting was the Immortal Jin, seated right in the center.

Da Dong Jiu glanced at Shen Xian Jin, who was embracing a TVB host, and couldn't understand what this Shui Fang boss was up to.

These old fishermen, these bastards, they're all driven by self-interest; they won't get together if there's no benefit to be gained.

(End of this chapter)