Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 491, Section 72: Without Asking for Advice
(Thanks to user 20230120180757928 for their support and continued support!)

Seeing Dong Sheng get into position, Chi Mengli stretched out her arm and placed it in front of Dong Sheng's nose, forcing the big, silly guy back a few steps.

The distance from the stair railing is just right, neither too far nor too close.

"I'm older than you, so you can go first!"

Bullying the weak is not Chi Mengli's style. He beckoned with his finger, signaling Dong Sheng to make the first move.

Ah Cong was sitting in a chair near the window. Seeing that both sides had taken their stances, he quickly stood up, took five steps forward, and reached his fastest attack range.

With a flick of his sleeve, a thin, sharp knife appeared in his palm, gleaming coldly in the flashing light.

It would take Ah Cong three seconds to slit Dong Sheng's throat with his thin-bladed knife.

Actually, it wasn't just Ah Cong who was making a backup plan; Xi Ren also reached into her handbag, where there was a small pistol and a peanut—enough to take down Dong Sheng.

Hua Langgui, still sitting in his chair, looked relaxed because he was confident in Dong Sheng's abilities. He believed that he would only have a chance to survive if he could deal with Liangzai Sheng.

I need to survive!

The only option is to gamble with your life!
Dong Sheng was a little angry when he saw that Liang Zai Sheng looked down on him. Anger rose in his heart and he reached out with both hands, wanting to grab Liang Zai Sheng around the waist and cut him in two.

But as soon as his fingertips touched the hem of Chi Mengli's clothes, he felt a sudden numbness in his wrist. The other person's thumb was pressing against the indentation of his radial styloid process. The force was not great, but it was like a wedge nailing the meridians of his entire arm.

This is the starting stance of "Kasaya Gu," the signature martial art of the Jilin Laoye Temple in Northeast China. However, after Chi Mengli learned it, he modified it, losing the boundless Buddhist power of stopping war with battle, and replacing it with only a ghostly aura. The moves also became more subtle and cunning.

Dong Sheng felt that he had lost all feeling in his arm, so he immediately took a step back to create some distance. Once the blood flowed smoothly, he tried to swing his arm to break free.

But just then, he felt a tightness in the back of his collar, and suddenly lost his balance.

Because Chi Mengli had already gotten close, she bent her elbow and hooked it around his trapezius muscle, her left foot wedged between his legs like an anchor, and her knee precisely pressed against the nerve in the back of his knee.

"drink!"

With a low shout, Chi Mengli suddenly exerted force in her waist and back, pressing her entire weight onto the opponent's heels.

This move, "Hundred Flowers Fall," is a trump card in Mongolian wrestling, which uses the opponent's forward momentum to throw them.

At that moment, Chi Mengli transformed into a sharp arc, flinging Dong Sheng's massive body away. The fallen man flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a solid wood tea table beside him.

The kettle on the tea table was also knocked away, tracing a half-circle of boiling water in the air before its iron lid slammed onto the ground with a crisp sound.

In fact, the most lethal move in Chi Mengli's fluid movements is the hook leg when she lets go. It seems like a casual hook, but it hits Dong Sheng's Kunlun acupoint on the outside of his ankle.

If hit, the lower body will temporarily lose control, become paralyzed, and lose all strength.

Dong Sheng's painful roar was stuck in his throat. His body slammed into the stairwell in a bizarre arc, his head hitting the carved railing first. The ornate, vintage railing was instantly destroyed, reduced to broken pieces of wood.

That wasn't the end of it. Because the force hadn't completely dissipated, he rolled down like a bag of cement.

"Thump—crash!"

The thirteen wooden steps were smashed with a series of dull thuds, and the solid wood handrail was knocked so hard it was about to collapse.

Dong Sheng tumbled down the stairs and crashed into the wall without making a sound.

The leader of the Tai Tung Kau gang was stunned. He had also practiced boxing. Handsome Boy won in one move, and in just one move, he threw the 380-pound, 6-foot-8 giant off the building. What a scumbag!

It’s so evil!

Chi Mengli stretched his body and felt refreshed and comfortable. He took off his watch, threw it to Xizai, and swaggered up behind Hua Langgui. He grabbed the stinky boy's head and sneered, "You little brat, even you, the old scholar, have to give your father some face."

"You open a few duck shops and sell a few stinky abalones, and then you come to me baring your teeth and claws."

"Go to hell! I'm free tonight, so I'll play along with you and see who ends up outmaneuvering whom!"

Hua Langgui felt that the five fingers on his head were like five iron claws, impossible to break free from. His most capable subordinate, Dong Sheng, was easily dealt with by Liang Zai Sheng in one move.

His own fancy footwork might be good enough to mess with some thugs, but compared to Handsome Sheng, a double-flowered red stick, he's utterly hopeless.

Now he only has one way out: dozens of his henchmen are sitting on the first floor, each holding a weapon, hoping to fight their way out.

After all, this street is the territory of the East Union Society. The handsome guy has the advantage of being popular, so we can't completely disregard the East Union Society.

The leader of Da Dong Jiu knew he was no match for Liang Zai Sheng, and Liang Zai Sheng's woman's hand was constantly reaching into his bag. It was obvious that there was a short dog in the bag.

The person standing by the window was also a familiar face, Ah Cong, a red stick from the water room. No one had ever seen him make a move, but none of the opponents he had faced could be found on the street now.

It's really strange! Handsome Sheng has only been in the industry for half a year, where did he get so many experts around him who can stand alone?

Even if Hua Langgui's methods are despicable, he is still a member of the Donglian Society. Now that he is on Donglian Society's territory, he absolutely cannot let the people from the water room get their hands on him.

If Handsome Winner were to remove Flower Wolf Kwai, the East Union Society's signboard in Yau Ma Tei would be completely unusable.

"Brother Sheng, don't make things difficult for us juniors. You're a magnanimous person. Take a rest first. TVB is currently broadcasting your company's boxing match. I'll turn it on for you right away."

The leader of Da Dong Jiu was very polite, even before Chi Mengli showed his skills.

In the underworld, green-headed thugs aren't scary, because those kinds of trolls will eventually die anyway. But the most terrifying are the smiling snakes, who might just be lurking in the shadows and bite you.

Chi Mengli released her grip on Hua Langgui's head, beckoned with her finger, and Xiren immediately stood up, took out a pack of wet wipes from her bag, and personally wiped Chi Mengli's palms.

"Brother, you seem to be the first civilized and polite gangster in the underworld. This bastard from Da Dong Jiu is so-so in boxing and so-so in doing things. The only thing he's really lucky is that he's good at everything."

"However, I heard that his headquarters was raided, and the number was transferred to a well-known figure in the underworld at the New District Police Station. I heard he'll be the new Tiger of Hung Hom, named Mak Ko. What a great name! A blend of East and West!"

"Yau Ma Tei is a murky place. I'm a local, and I can deal with you outsiders to the end, but you Hung Hom kids, be careful you don't end up homeless."

"Did you not ask?"

Chi Mengli put her arm around Da Dongjiu's lead horse and asked him his name.

"I wouldn't dare ask for your advice in front of Brother Sheng."

"If you think highly of me, Brother Sheng, call me Tiger Boy."

Tiger smiled politely and said that he was not worthy of being asked for advice by the Double Flower Red Stick!

(End of this chapter)