Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 598 (188): A Tiger Fallen into the Plains (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

On the television screen, Zhang Manxin was very photogenic. Her long, straight legs could steal the hearts of male viewers in front of the TV. The few henchmen of Hei Ahu sitting at the table were examples of this!

The guys were right there on the table, but they were all holding beers, watching TV, and mentally having sex with Zhang Manxin.

The top scorer, holding a five-shot rifle, stood at the entrance on the second floor. He noticed that Black Tiger's henchmen hadn't noticed him at all. He looked at his younger brother, the second-ranked scorer, behind him and told him to take two brothers to control the bastards while he led his men upstairs.

The runner-up, holding the Black Star pistol, nodded knowingly, letting Boss Qian get on with his work.

Holding the five-shot champion in his hand, he didn't stop and continued rushing to the third floor. The Tang Building had a height limit, and it couldn't exceed three floors. He had just checked from downstairs and found that Hei A Hu hadn't gone up to the rooftop.

It's nine degrees tonight, so even if I'm stuffed, I won't go up to the rooftop for some fresh air.

Under the cover of the firecrackers, the top scholar made it to the third floor without any danger, followed closely by three younger brothers holding watermelon knives.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I discovered two rooms on the third floor, both with their doors tightly shut.

The top scholar glanced at the room and gave the correct answer. He kicked open the door in front of him and quickly checked the room. Seeing that it was empty, he waved his hand and told his younger brother to go in and check.

Actually, this was unnecessary, because the loud noise of kicking the door had already alerted everyone in the entire tenement building, even with the cover of firecrackers.

Black Tiger, shirtless, walked out of the room with a cigarette dangling from his mouth. Since he couldn't find a lighter, he could only leave it there, wanting to see which bastard was making such a scene.

The moment the top scholar saw Black Tiger, he rushed forward, giving Black Tiger no chance to react, intending to knock Black Tiger down first.

However, Hei Ahu, who has been boxing for many years, also has top-notch reaction speed. When he saw the champion charging towards him with a five-shot shotgun, he immediately retaliated and kicked the champion in the stomach.

The top student, who had been kicked, crashed into an old hanging lamp on the wall, knocking it to the ground. His five-shot shotgun grazed the overhead fluorescent light, causing the corridor to flicker between light and shadow.

Under the flickering lamplight, both Hei A Hu and Zhuang Yuan looked extremely pale.

"I'll attack your mother!"

The top scholar, having suffered a loss, cursed and strode forward, the barrel of his gun almost touching Hei Ahu's chest. He never expected that something he could easily handle would cause so much trouble.

But in that half-second gap, the shirtless Black Tiger, instead of retreating, suddenly attacked, his left hand gripping the gun barrel tightly and pushing it towards the ceiling, his right hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles white, and he slammed it into the other's wrist holding the gun with all his might.

The cracking sound of bones dislocating mingled with screams. The champion hadn't expected Black Tiger to retaliate, and his attack was swift, accurate, and ruthless. The shotgun clattered to the ground and bounced twice on the narrow wooden floor of the corridor.

Black Tiger didn't give the top student a chance to cry. He pressed his knee into the student's stomach, while his other hand grabbed the student's throat.

The top scholar, who had no weapon in his hand, struggled and scratched at his arm, his fingernails drawing bloody grooves on his flesh, but the hand gripping his throat tightened like an iron clamp.

It was the younger men behind who saved the top scholar. They squeezed past him from behind and used their watermelon knives to slash Hei A Hu's arm.

The pained Black Tiger could only loosen his grip on the champion and try to back away.

After being stabbed, Black Tiger turned and ran into the room to get the Black Star pistol from under the bed. He had bought this gun in Kowloon Walled City to prevent Handsome Sheng from playing dirty tricks on him.

The person in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but he didn't recognize him.

But handsome guy Sheng is the best at using nobodies, so if something happens, it won't affect him.

I never imagined that we brothers would end up fighting each other!
The top scholar, whose wrist had been broken, certainly wouldn't give Hei Ahu a chance to escape. Ignoring the bruises on his neck, he lunged forward and hooked Hei Ahu's ankle, preventing him from escaping into the bedroom.

Without the slightest hesitation, the top scholar's two younger brothers took watermelon knives and slashed at Black Tiger's back without holding back at all.

Having been stabbed twice, Black Tiger, unable to return to his bedroom, could only shout for his henchmen to take action. He then kicked the top scholar on the ground, signaling the scoundrel not to obstruct him.

He then jumped high, flipped over the railing, and fell down the stairs.

The top scholar, who had just been kicked in the face again, felt dizzy and lightheaded, but he quickly realized that if Hei Ahu got away, he would have no face to continue living in the martial arts world.

Thinking about his future career, he quickly got up from the floor. His left hand hurt as soon as he moved, but he still put the five-round burst on his injured left hand, gripped the gun handle with his right hand, and fired a shot at Black Tiger, who was lying on the stairs.

"boom"

Hei Ahu, who was lying on the stairs and about to groan, saw the dark muzzle of the gun and quickly rolled down, dodging the shot.

The five-shot shotgun is made with peanuts that are privately processed; the user fills it with pebbles and iron balls, so even if the first shot misses, it can still create an area of ​​effect.

Black Tiger's left shoulder and arm were bitten by iron beads and small stones, and they were burning with pain, but he couldn't care less. He only had one thought in mind: to get out of there and run away.

He slid down the stairs to the bottom, out of the trolls' range, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. But his relief was short-lived, shattered by a mocking remark.

"You look a bit disheveled, Brother Hu!"

The voice sounded familiar. Hei Ahu, enduring the excruciating pain, looked towards the source of the sound and saw Huanxi standing by the second-floor railing, grinning mischievously at him. "Hei Ahu! I'll pounce on your mother! I'll wipe out your whole family! Which star will I pick!"

Holding a five-shot shotgun in his left hand, the champion ran down the stairs in a disheveled state, wanting to fight Hei Ahu to the death, but everything in front of him left him a little dazed.

The top scholar recognized Huanxi in front of him. This scoundrel was now the faucet of the water room. Even the leaders of various gangs had to give Huanxi a smile and say a few polite words.

Everyone avoids trouble, but everyone loves money.

According to the rules, once the deposit is paid, two or three large boats and a dozen or so smaller boats can be trained, and tens of thousands of dollars can be made from pumping water every week.

"Brother Huanxi, I never thought you'd get the better deal in the end! The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; in the end, you're the one who benefits!"

The top scorer never put down his five-shot shotgun; the muzzle was always pointed at Huanxi. If the bastard dared to nod, he would immediately pull the trigger and send Huanxi to heaven.

Success is imminent; he will surely eliminate Huanxi and seize control of the territory within Civilization.

“Brother Zhuangyuan, you’ve misunderstood. Lao Ding is kicking a dog when it’s down. Lao Ding took over the territory in Wenmingli from the very beginning. If Lao Ding wanted to take it over, it wouldn’t be your turn.”

"Old Ding wants Black Tiger, not Wenmingli's territory."

"I wonder if the top scholar could do me a favor?"

Huanxi, who had been waiting below, had actually seen the top scholar and his gang fall apart long ago. He watched the whole thing unfold, and only after they had everything under control did he lead the priest and his group inside.

"Hey, you rascal! I never thought you'd save me this time! Take me to see Brother Sheng, I have something to say to him!"

Caught between two men, Black Tiger lay resignedly on the floor. Handsome Sheng never fought a battle he wasn't sure of winning. Ever since he saw Happy Hei appear in the tenement building, he knew he had no way out.

If it falls into the hands of the top scholar, I guarantee I'll get a cement coffin and go to the bottom of the sea to be friends with the little fish and shrimp.

If she falls into the hands of Huanxi, she won't survive either, because Huanxi will definitely throw her into Kowloon Walled City to be a midnight snack for fighting dogs.

The only way out now is to go see Handsome Sheng.

"Brother Hu, Lao Ding won't see you, but he gave you a way out. Whether you can take that path or not depends on your fate!"

Before coming, Huanxi called the big boss of Baimen, Spinach Dong. Spinach Dong directly told Huanxi to chop Black Tiger into mincemeat and throw it into the sewer to feed the rats.

You can outwardly comply with Lao Ding's words but inwardly defy them, and later say that Hei A Hu cut off his own path to survival. However, you cannot disobey the words of the sect leader. If you fail to deal with Hei A Hu and that scoundrel meets Lao Ding, you will definitely be doomed.

He was able to become a faucet because of his relationship with the big boss, Spinach Dong. Success or failure could both be achieved with a single word. He didn't want to give up the path to wealth, which brought him tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars into his pocket every day, to anyone else.

"Brother Zhuangyuan, you're injured. Why don't you go to the clinic to get bandaged up? Tomorrow, wait for the boss to bestow upon you the title of Hongying and promote you to a higher position!"

Seeing that the top scholar hadn't moved, Huanxi reminded him to quickly take his good-for-nothing crooks and get out of there. He said that even catching a turtle in a jar could cause problems; they were all a bunch of good-for-nothings.

The top student, who had never dealt with Huanxi before, was holding a five-shot shotgun. He wasn't sure if Huanxi's words were true. If he caught Black Tiger, Handsome Win would give Wenming Lane, the most prime location in Temple Street.

But if they lose Black Tiger, Civilization will say goodbye to them.

To buy these things, my girlfriend borrowed 40,000 yuan from a high-roller, and she's due to pay tomorrow.

To my shame, he earned his "red stick" status by serving time in prison. It was valuable in some ways, but worthless in others. When he was in jail, the triad would send a rent collector to take care of the brothers in jail, and he would save a thousand dollars every month.

But after he got out, the only job the gang would give him was a parking lot or a fruit market. Neither a parking lot nor a fruit market would earn him much money. He really couldn't afford to live on that 40,000 yuan.

Poor at midnight, rich at dawn! This is a true reflection of the lives of gangsters.

The pastor, wearing a mask, walked out of the room, holding a folding AK assault rifle. Behind him, the rotten-mouthed guy was even more outrageous, with a potato strapped to his body and a fuse switch in his hand, coldly staring at the top scorer.

"Top Scholar, give me some face! Even if you don't give me that face, you have to give face to my boss, Brother Dong!"

"Go directly to Lao Ding, he will give you an explanation!"

What a load of rubbish! He's all just an empty title, a spineless coward! He has no money, no power!
Huanxi walked up to the top scholar, gave him a way out, put down the five-shot shotgun in his hand, took out a 100,000-yuan note he had prepared beforehand, stuffed it into the top scholar's pocket, and waved to the pastor and the others.

Upon receiving the order, the pastor commanded his henchmen to lift Black Tiger up and drag him downstairs.

The top scholar closed his eyes and said viciously, "Brother Huanxi, if you're playing me for a fool, I'll definitely send you to the underworld to sell salted duck eggs!"

Huanxi didn't care about such nonsense at all. He had things to do tonight and didn't have time to argue with the top scholar.

(End of this chapter)