Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 576, Section 166: Unrivaled by Ten Thousand!
Xi Ren is preparing the New Year's Eve dinner at the villa in Victoria Peak. There are only two Filipino maids there. If a bunch of people go in, it will make a mess of things.

Chi Mengli sat in the pavilion, smoking, waiting for the van following behind to make its move.

A man jumped out of the van and ran toward the phone booth. Five minutes later, he returned to the van and muttered something to the person in the passenger seat.

People began to get off the Toyota Hiace van, which is known as the troop carrier of Hong Kong. Five men in property management company uniforms got out of the van, opened the trunk, and pulled out a burlap sack.

Six long knives, polished from truck shock absorber steel sheets, appeared in broad daylight, gleaming coldly.

Chi Mengli flicked away her cigarette butt, then looked up at the sky and saw several dark clouds flying towards the sun, preparing to cover it up. Several seagulls were circling in the air, probably going to the dock to get some fries.

A sudden thought made him laugh. He looked around and realized there wasn't even a single plastic water bottle in the Lion Pavilion. Damn it!
One against six, and the opponents are wielding long knives. It's troublesome, but it's worth a try!

"Brother Sheng, someone is offering 100,000 yuan to save your life. That's a huge sum. I have no choice but to offend them!"

"We know that Brother Sheng is a top-ranking member of the water station, and we're afraid that we can't handle it if we don't have enough people, so the six of us brothers have come to meet you!"

The middle-aged man, wearing a property management uniform over a floral shirt, twirled his long knife, spun it in a flourish, and grinned menacingly at Chi Mengli while muttering something under his breath.

They've already started fighting, and they're still babbling on! What a loser! It seems they don't know that villains die from talking too much!
Chi Mengli stood up, put her sunglasses aside, pulled out the belt from her leather jacket, and said with a smile, "Gentlemen, do you mind if I use a little gadget to make things more fun between us?"

But before he could finish speaking, the scarred man on the far left was already in front of him, raising his long knife.

As the long blade hurtled towards his face, Chi Mengli swiftly sidestepped, crushing the opponent's forward ankle with her left foot and striking his cheekbone with her right elbow, the crisp sound accompanied by a muffled groan of teeth breaking.

In a single glance, the six people became five.

As for the long sword, which was made from a shock-absorbing spring, it flew out of his hand, bounced three times on the railing, and fell into the valley.

"Damn! He truly deserves the title of Double Flower Red Pole! His fist and foot skills are really impressive!"

Seeing his brother lying on the ground, unable to get up, the man in the floral shirt sighed, then waved his hand, signaling the remaining four to charge.

A one-on-one fight turned into a group brawl. Chi Mengli felt that she was having a very unlucky day, having to fight with people on New Year's Eve.

The second rat swung his knife horizontally, the wind from the blade cutting Chi Mengli's cheek painfully. He suddenly ducked, his right hand flashing out like lightning to grab the other's wrist holding the knife, while his left index finger knuckle precisely pressed against the tendon in the other's elbow crease.

The guy's arm went limp instantly, and Chi Mengli took the opportunity to twist his arm into a pretzel, forcing him to turn around.

The filthy rat screamed pitifully; its arm had been dislocated by Chi Mengli.

Scarface, whose jaw had been smashed, struggled to get up, but as soon as he managed to stand up, Chi Mengli kicked him in the neck again.

With just that light kick, he broke Scarface's neck. Scarface immediately lay limp on the ground like a snake whose tendons and bones had been pulled out, spitting out blood continuously.

After taking down Scarface, who wanted to join the fight, Chi Mengli released Dirty Rat No. 2's arm and rammed forward, using Dirty Rat No. 2 as a shield. Meanwhile, the third blade that came slashing towards him cleaved deeply into Dirty Rat No. 2's shoulder blade.

Blood sprayed everywhere, just like ketchup in a horror movie. Chi Mengli dodged to the left, avoiding the blood, and then used the momentum to kick Filthy Rat No. 3's knee.

He heard a cracking sound as if bones were dislocating, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Filthy Rat No. 4 raising his long knife to chop at his head. He could only roll forward, temporarily leaving the battlefield, and run towards the Jeep.

There was a hollow steel baseball bat in the trunk, which came in handy.

"Stop him!"

Seeing Chi Mengli run towards the Jeep, the man in the floral shirt immediately tensed up. He wasn't afraid of Handsome Sheng's punches and kicks because he was carrying a weapon. If this weren't Victoria Peak, he would have already made a move.

If you make a ruckus on Victoria Peak, even if you hide in Kowloon Walled City, the cops will drag you out. That's why they foolishly use knives.

Those who were still able to fight quickly grabbed their knives and chased after Chi Mengli.

Chi Mengli rushed toward the Jeep. He quickly opened the trunk, took out a baseball bat for self-defense, dodged to the side to avoid the blade coming from behind, and swung the metal baseball bat in his right hand backward.

The metal baseball bat slammed into the lower back of Dirty Rat No. 4 with a whoosh, causing him to let out a shrill scream that startled the jays on the cliff edge.

Filthy Rat Number Five was a tall, thin man. He used all his strength to unleash a powerful strike, aiming at Chi Mengli. The blade grazed Chi Mengli's ankle before striking the concrete road. The blade collided with the concrete, producing several sparks.

Chi Mengli raised his foot and kicked the tall, thin man's wrist. The long knife clattered to the ground. Then, he hooked his hand on the roof rack of the Jeep SUV, twisted his waist nimbly, and then delivered a knee strike to the tall, thin man's temple.

The tall, thin man, who had just received the fatal blow, had bloodshot eyes and a nose that was bleeding uncontrollably. He staggered and crashed into the car door before collapsing to the ground.

Chi Mengli sneered. When he was in good form, his knee strike could kill a wolf on the grasslands. If he hit the temple, he could turn this slumped man's head into a bowl of tofu pudding.

After dealing with the tall, thin guy, in front of the Lion Pavilion, only three of the three rats who could get up and were capable of fighting remained.

In less than three minutes, three of his five brothers had fallen to the ground, one was seriously injured, and two were probably dead. The man in the floral shirt felt a deep sense of despair.

This deal was a loss; the 100,000 bonus wasn't even enough to cover the resettlement expenses for these three brothers.

Add money!

You have to pay more!
"Damn it! Handsome wins, I'll give you a piece of my mind!"

"You were invited here to see the scenery? Get to work!"

The man in the floral shirt cursed and ordered his two henchmen to take action.

Chi Mengli's ruthless methods had terrified the two scoundrels in front of him. They were scoundrels who had taken several lives and were so-called big shots in the underworld.

These gangsters are all like ducks—all talk and no action. They're all spineless cowards. After being stabbed twice, their limbs went limp, and they lay on the ground, unable to even run.

But the handsome Sheng Zhen in front of me is different. He is truly a top-tier fighter. In one move, he killed two people and seriously injured one, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Both rats had sweaty palms. They glanced at each other, knowing that the other was nervous, but having received the deposit, they had to do the work and could only work together, hoping to look out for each other.

Two long swords attacked him from the left and right, but Chi Mengli was not alarmed. He could see that the two little mice had become timid. In a narrow encounter, the brave would prevail. If their courage was lost, even if they had the Dragon-Slaying Saber or the Heaven-Reliant Sword, they would not be able to win.

He waited until the two long swords were about to reach him, then suddenly accelerated by using his waist to dodge their attack. After that, he smashed a baseball bat into the head of the filthy rat on his left.

The skull is the strongest part of the human body, but the brain is not. A rat that has been hit by a baseball bat can no longer hold the knife in its hand.

Chi Mengli seemed to have eyes in the back of her head. She swept her baseball bat backward, deflecting the long knife, and then flicked her toes to kick the long knife off the ground.

Releasing the baseball bat with his right hand, he caught the long knife, twisted his waist and thrust his hips, kicking the baseball bat away, heading straight for the face of the man in the floral shirt. After kicking the world-class ball, Chi Mengli stabbed the long knife into the abdomen of the filthy rat in front of him with a backhand.

The rat, already suffering from a concussion, was still reeling from the shock when it felt a chill in its lower abdomen. Half a second later, the pain finally reached its dazed brain.

Now that we're on stage, it's a winner-takes-all situation; the loser goes to sell salted duck eggs by the Bridge of Helplessness.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chi Mengli spun her longsword and shredded the rat's internal organs, large and small intestines, before kicking it away and pulling the longsword out.

Another piece of trash dealt with!
Chi Mengli sneered, turned around, and with a powerful strike, slashed at the longsword of Dirty Rat No. 5, knocking the sword from Dirty Rat No. 5's hand.

Filthy Rat Number Five stood there blankly, staring at his blood-soaked palm. Chi Mengli continued her attack, severing Filthy Rat's right hand with a single stroke, and then plunged the long sword into the fallen man's chest.

All the petty thieves have been dealt with; now only the floral shirt standing in the middle of the road remains.

"Boss, I'm in a hurry. I don't have time to watch you show off. Enough talk, let's spar!"

Chi Mengli discovered that his white shirt was covered in blood. He shook his head helplessly, propped his long sword on the ground, and beckoned to the floral shirt with his finger.

"Handsome Sheng, you're really awesome! I admire you!"

"I won't waste any more words, I'll also learn from the Double Flower Red Stick's skills."

As the man in the floral shirt spoke, he reached into his pocket and suddenly pulled out a dart, its cold light aimed straight for Chi Mengli's throat. Sensing the murderous intent, Chi Mengli quickly turned his head to dodge. In that instant, the dart embedded itself in the tire of the Jeep SUV's trunk, hissing as it leaked air.

In that half-second delay of dodging, the man in the floral shirt pounced forward at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, the blade slicing horizontally towards his carotid artery.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chi Mengli fell backward, his back slamming heavily onto the concrete road. In the instant he fell, he could see the lotus snake tattoo peeking out from the other person's sleeve.

He had seen the same tattoo three years ago at a wild wharf in Baiyangdian. It was a tattoo that had been worn by the Baiyangdian Water Gang for generations. "Water Gang" is a civilized way of saying it; in plain terms, it means water bandits.

By day they're commoners, by night they're thieves; they'll wait until you're deep in the reeds, then ask you about your business of eating noodles or wontons.

The man in the floral shirt swung his knife down again, ready to cut the shirt in two, but Chi Mengli raised his knife to block it and delivered a powerful groin kick to the man's crotch.

While the other person bent over to relieve the pain, Chi Mengli did a somersault, stood up again, and continued to swing her knife despite the pain in her floral shirt and red eyes.

The blade was only three inches from Chi Mengli's face. He made a close-range side lunge, slashing the back of the floral shirt's sword, pressing the long sword down, reaching out to control the floral shirt's hand holding the sword, and suddenly exerting force to bend the other's arm in the opposite direction.

Hearing the dull thud of dislocation, his right fist slammed into the opponent's temple like a heavy hammer.

One punch, two punches, three punches.
The man in the floral shirt was dazed from the beating, but even after taking a heavy blow, he dared not relax. He desperately tried to dodge backward, risking the loss of an arm to create distance.

"It's just the two of us left, so let's get this over with! I've only just started sweating!"

Seeing the man in the floral shirt scramble back in a disheveled state, Chi Mengli smiled coldly and kicked the long knife on the ground at him.

Wearing a disheveled floral shirt, he picked up the knife, gritted his teeth, and tried to reposition his dislocated arm. Then, he slowly wiped the blood off the blade with his sleeve.

The sea breeze and mountain wind howled, carrying the sound of pine trees past my ears.

Chi Mengli noticed that the pockets of the floral shirt were bulging, so she asked curiously, "What's in your pocket?"

"At this point, if you have any trump cards, use them quickly. Don't go to the underworld full of regret!"

The man in the floral shirt moved his dislocated shoulder, each movement feeling like being pricked by needles. Hearing Chi Mengli's words, he suddenly laughed. He threw the long knife in his hand to the ground, pulled out a Black Star pistol with a silencer from his pocket, and said arrogantly, "Do you know why we chose this place?"

"Because this area is all mountains, the nearest checkpoint is two kilometers away."

"By the time they arrive, they will see nothing, because I will have already thrown you into a ravine."

"It's almost auspicious time now. The wealthy families on the mountain will set off firecrackers. My little clap of thunder won't be noticed by anyone; they'll just think it's firecrackers."

"Crackling."

The sound of firecrackers had already started, and the entire Taiping Mountain area had become a sea of ​​firecrackers.

Victoria Peak is a no-fireworks zone, but an exception is made only on Lunar New Year's Eve, when wealthy families on Victoria Peak are allowed to set off firecrackers.

"You took down five of my men, handsome. You're pretty tough. Now I'll send you down to join my five brothers."

Seeing the deafening sound of firecrackers, the man in the floral shirt broke open the hammer, ready to send the handsome young man in front of him to hell.

"That's not how you're supposed to be a filthy rat. To be a filthy rat, you have to be observant and attentive. I don't know how you, a worthless wretch, have managed to survive this long."

"Take a look back!"

Chi Mengli threw away the long knife in his hand, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, opened it, and found that he had already given his lighter to Liu Wenfeng. He could only continue speaking to the person behind the floral shirt with a cigarette in his mouth: "Don't just stand there like an idiot, can I borrow a light!"

"Let's quickly take down this bastard and go home for dumplings!"

Upon hearing Liangzai Sheng's words, the man in the floral shirt was startled. He quickly turned around and found that there was indeed a square-faced man standing in front of the road railing behind him.

The square-faced man, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a Colt M1911A1 semi-automatic pistol in his hand, was watching the show with great interest.

“Brother Sheng, I saw you were having a great time, so I didn’t dare to disturb your enjoyment.”

After watching the commotion for a while, Wei Guo took action and shot the man in the floral shirt in the head, blowing it off.

Gunshots mingled with firecrackers, making it difficult even for the most well-trained soldiers to distinguish them.

"fire!"

With all the troubles resolved, Chi Mengli threw the long knife in her hand to the ground and asked Guan Weiguo for matches.

Wei Guo put away his pistol, tossed the disposable lighter to Chi Mengli, dragged the lifeless rat from the ground to the railing, and kicked it into the valley.

Within the Taipingshan mountain area, there are wild boars and various omnivorous small animals; dealing with six carcasses will not take more than a few days.

Chi Mengli put all six long knives into the back of the van, and then pushed the van down the mountain with Wei Guo.

As for the bloodstains on the ground, he didn't care. There was a water bucket in the Jeep SUV. The Jeep had a technical problem; the water tank was overheating and needed to be refilled frequently.

A bucket of water was poured onto the cement road to wash away the bloodstains, and the ground was wiped a few times with a rag to cover up the battle scene.

After everything was settled, Chi Mengli got into the car, and Wei Guo rode his beloved little motorcycle back to the villa.

The car and the model returned to the garage of the Victoria Peak villa. Chi Mengli took off her white shirt, threw it into a tin bucket, and burned it. She also threw the six long knives into the trash can next to her, and Xiren would arrange for someone to take care of them.

After the cleanup was completed, Chi Mengli took Weiguo upstairs. Since everyone was alone, spending the New Year together wouldn't be a big problem.

Xi Ren had already prepared the meal, and another guest had arrived. Acong's parents had both passed away, and his only aunt had gone to Malaysia. He also didn't get along well with his other siblings.

After learning about Acong's situation, Chi Mengli did not hesitate and immediately called Acong, asking him to come to the villa for the holiday.

Two bottles of the finest Bordeaux red wines, decanted, are now resting comfortably in the ice bucket.

Xi Ren only prepared a few simple home-style dishes, not any elaborate Cantonese dishes. The most elaborate dish was the pot dish in the center. However, to take care of Wei Guo, she personally made dumplings and bought some braised food.

After changing her clothes, Chi Mengli sat down in the main seat and invited Acong and Weiguo to sit down as well.

Xiren is cooking dumplings, dumplings with a three-ingredient filling, which suits both northern and southern tastes. They only need a little salt and no other seasonings to be incredibly delicious.

The filling wasn't prepared by Xiren; she had the executive chef of Fook Lam Moon prepare it, and then a top pastry chef made it. She simply put the semi-finished product into the pot and cooked it according to the temperature and time set by the Fook Lam Moon executive chef.

The dumplings were cooked quickly, and Xiren served them to the table, then sat down to Chi Mengli's left.

"Happy New Year!"

Even though Chi Mengli disliked drinking, she still picked up a glass of red wine during the Chinese New Year and clinked glasses with a few of her subordinates.

"Happy New Year!"

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Xi Ren stood up, clinked glasses with Chi Mengli, then sat back down in her chair. She first picked up a dumpling for Chi Mengli, then continued, "Brother Sheng, A Dong called earlier to wish you a Happy New Year."

"I have delivered the gift that Teacher Li sent to Acong's warehouse. He is still alive."

"Ah Dong also said that he would come over to keep you company after he finishes his family dinner there!"

Chi Mengli sipped his red wine without saying a word, only nodding. He wasn't short of company tonight; there was plenty of excitement to watch. But the arrival of Bo Cai Dong was just in time, as he had something he needed to do.

(End of this chapter)