Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 550, Section 140: A Busy Night
(Thanks to reader 20220525201230124 for their support! Thank you for sticking with me!)
The night is not over until the clock has completed a full cycle.

Ah Chung didn't go to Wan Chai Pier to join the fun. He doesn't like crowds. He was very happy that Sheng Ge handed over the warehouse to him. It's quiet here, which is suitable for him to pursue his hobbies.

Sitting in the boss's chair, holding a nail file, he was constantly trimming his fingernails.

The exhaust fan was spinning, expelling the moisture from the underground warehouse, and the radio was playing the theme song of the ATV drama "Crocodile Tears," with lyrics and music by James Wong and sung by Yuen Lai-cheung.

Now, this song is played on radios everywhere, and the ratings of RTV (Rediffusion Television) have also soared because of the TV series "Crocodile Tears".

"The cheers of success follow him everywhere, and the best of life gathers with him everywhere."

"Who knew that at his peak, at the very top, two lines of tears would flow down his face?"

"Is it that he can never erase fear from his heart? Is it that he will always have too many worries?"

The music echoed in the empty building; anyone who was easily frightened would surely be terrified.

Fortunately, the underground warehouse was full of reckless and ruthless thugs.

Inside cell number three, a hand, covered in blood, emerged from a hidden hole at the bottom of a suitcase and began to grope around on it until it found a small padlock. Only then did it withdraw its hand.

Three seconds later, a bloody thin wire emerged from a hidden hole at the bottom of the suitcase. The wire accurately entered the lock, pried it open, and opened the suitcase's security lock.

The safety lock was opened, and the blood-stained hand reached out again from the hidden hole, gently pulling open the zipper.

Because of the music, the sound of the zipper being pulled was negligible. The bloodstained hand pulled the zipper of the suitcase all the way down, splitting the oversized suitcase in two.

Inside the oversized suitcase, a man curled up slowly stood up and stretched. He was covered in blood and bruises, and his nose was covered in all sorts of colors, as if he had been dyed in a large dye shop. He must have received special treatment before being put into the suitcase.

A man about 1.72 meters tall, covered in stitched scars, barefoot, stepped out of a suitcase. He looked around and, finding no one in sight, immediately began to act.

There's no time to rest now, not even time to catch your breath.

He reached out, pressed his muscles to pinpoint the location, then reached down to his foot and pulled out half a blade. Without hesitation, he sliced ​​open the already stitched wound.

The stitches were removed, revealing bright red, twitching muscles.

The man, covered in scars, had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, but his face remained as stiff as marble, showing no change whatsoever. The pain in his body seemed unable to shake him.

He wasn't a judge; he was just an unknown nobody, an nobody who did things for the big shots in the underworld.

He reached his fingers into the muscle, pulled out a small sealed bag, and, ignoring the bleeding wound, tore off the plastic wrap to remove the small locator inside.

The small locator was still a part and needed to be assembled. He reached out and touched his shoulder, used half a blade to cut open another wound, and took out another small sealed bag from it.

Tear off the plastic wrap, open the bag, and pour two newly manufactured West German button batteries into your palm.

This newly developed button battery from West Germany can only power the locator for one hour; after that, it will run out of power completely.

The man installed the two button batteries on the locator and hid it under the bed. Only then could he breathe a sigh of relief, sit on the bed, and wait for his employer to arrive.

The locator's radio wave signal penetrates the wall and begins to release its band.

Twenty kilometers away, Mr. Li was holding a glass of red wine, listening to François François's First Quintet for Wind Instruments. He loved Debussy's musical style, which aimed to create pleasure and was passionate and charming. As he got older, he enjoyed listening to energetic music to revitalize his mind and revitalize his cells.

But happy times are always too short.

A beautiful woman dressed as a maid appeared in Teacher Li's private listening room. She was holding a portable positioning radar. She walked to Teacher Li's side and displayed the LCD screen in front of him.

"Has the location been confirmed?"

Teacher Li finished his glass of top-grade Romanée-Conti, then curled his lip in disdain. It wasn't the most expensive wine; it was just the one that suited him best.

After trying many different wines, I still prefer the aged wines from Château Léoville-Las-Cases in Bordeaux.

The pretty girl in the maid outfit nodded and said in a seductive voice, "The approximate location should be in Tseung Kwan O. We investigated Handsome Sing's properties before and found that Handsome Sing has opened a new private cemetery in Tseung Kwan O."

"The location of the private cemetery is roughly the same as the location of the locator."

Using a private cemetery as a cover is not a wise move.

Young man, you're so unreliable!
Teacher Li put down his wine glass and placed it on the small coffee table next to the sofa. He picked up the remote control, paused the music, and continued, "Handsome Sheng has quite a few experts around him."

“I sent someone over there, and there’s no way Handsome Sheng wouldn’t understand what I was doing. What do you think he’s up to?”

The pretty maid-dressed woman carrying a portable radar shook her head; she couldn't understand it either.

"Go ahead to dangers!"

"He's quite the expert! Handsome Sheng is indeed a good investment target. Maybe he can really give Mr. Song a surprise."

In Teacher Li's eyes, everyone around him is a tool, a tool to help him take revenge on Song Sheng. The bullet that is shot into Song Sheng's head must be pulled by him.

"This time, the target is neither Professor A nor Song Ci. I have already agreed to Liangzai Sheng's plan. These two thieving couples will be left to Liangzai Sheng to continue causing trouble."

"The target this time is Professor K. Bring Professor K back to me."

"This is Professor K's photo. Once it's done, load it onto a ship immediately and send it to Chiang Mai. Blue blood is a lucrative product, and Pacific Group's business partners have always needed this top-notch product."

"The Pacific Group's special envoy has already promised that they can offer eight US dollars per gram of blue blood."

"And we don't need to transport the goods; we can deliver them directly in international waters using submarines."

"Professor A knows the technology, and Professor K also knows it. As long as we master Professor K's technology, we will master the manufacturing process of Blue Blood, and we will also have a new way to make money."

"Those good-for-nothings from the Zu family, every time they call, it's to ask for new activity funds. It's making me feel like I can't breathe!"

Teacher Li pulled out a photo of Professor K from his pocket. He had obtained it through special channels; it was genuine and absolutely authentic.

The pretty girl in the maid outfit nodded, took the photo with both hands, and turned to leave the music room.

Picking up the remote again and turning on the stereo, Teacher Li once again immersed herself in the world of music.

(End of this chapter)