Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 601, Section 191: Only the East Wind is Lacking

The pastor, a cigarette dangling from his lips, walked into the roadside green belt, loosened his belt, and began fertilizing it. He shivered as he looked up at the fireworks in the sky.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I can earn two million yuan from this hard-earned trip. After the New Year holiday, I will organize a renovation team to enter the construction site. As long as the source of income is opened, legal funds will continue to flow in.

Even if he were to be taken to the ancestral hall by the police in the future, they would not freeze these legal funds, and his future wife and children would not have to beg on the streets because of him being taken to the ancestral hall.

Young and Dangerous! It's a job that relies on youth!
When they get too old to fight, they have to retire, and the gang leaders will train younger, more courageous men.

Code of honor and loyalty! All that nonsense! Only the money in your pocket matters!
Thinking of this, the pastor shuddered, then put away the water gun and fastened his belt again.

He glanced down at his Rolex watch and, seeing that it was almost time, put on his hat and mask, walked to Huanxi's van, and knocked on the window.

Huanxi, sitting in the passenger seat, rolled down the window and looked at the pastor without saying a word.

"Time is up!"

The pastor wasn't familiar with Huanxi and hadn't had much interaction with her, so he tapped his watch and offered a reminder.

Huanxi lowered her head and glanced at the watch on her wrist, realizing that it was indeed time. Lao Ding had instructed her to act on time.

He pushed open the car door, got out, took a pair of pliers, walked to the back of the van, and cut the chains locking the van.

The pastor helped Huanxi open the door, climb into the car, and pull out Hei Ahu, who was sitting in the innermost seat.

"Brother Hu, this is the way out that Brother Sheng has given you!"

Huanxi pulled the black cloth out of Hei Ahu's eyes and the rag out of his mouth. Seeing that Hei Ahu was getting used to his surroundings, she took out two photos from her pocket and showed them to Hei Ahu: "Sister-in-law has already boarded the plane."

"The person arranged by Lao Ding, Sister Xiren personally saw him off at the plane. Brother Hu, your eyes are blind, and your partners all want you to die so as not to implicate them."

"If Brother Sheng hadn't sent people to help, my sister-in-law and the baby in her belly would definitely be in the underworld!"

After adjusting to the light, Black Tiger looked at the two photos in front of him, his veins bulging. In the photos, his wife was holding a plane ticket and a piece of paper with simple words written on it: the name of Amsterdam.

"Brother Hu, sending your sister-in-law to Yuen Long is an outdated tactic. You've made a big fuss, and everyone wants you to shut up. The cops have already prepared arrest warrants with a reward of one million!"

"One million! Even if you hide in Kowloon Walled City, without any triad protection, the companies within Kowloon Walled City will still catch you and send you to the police station to collect your bonus!"

"Your enemies want you alive, your allies want you dead! What a joke!"

"You're dead! Even if you turn yourself in, you're still doomed. You won't even have a peaceful time in the ancestral hall. Things have already come to this, so you might as well go all the way!"

Seeing that Hei Ahu had clearly seen the contents of the photo, Huanxi coughed and let Hei Ahu make his own choice, while putting the photo back into his pocket.

Hei Ahu's gaze followed the photo closely. Only when Huanxi looked away did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze, letting out a cold laugh: "I believe Brother Sheng, because Brother Sheng never lies!"

"If I'm not mistaken, Brother Sheng has already paid my resettlement allowance!"

“Since Brother Sheng has already thought of everything, why don’t you just tell me, Huanxi, how can I help Brother Sheng?” Since things have come to this point, there’s no need to hide anything. Hei Ahu told Huanxi to tell him what Handsome Sheng’s orders were.

"The resettlement allowance has indeed been paid out, two hundred thousand US dollars. My sister-in-law also disposed of all her properties and transferred all her bank deposits. It's guaranteed to make the kid a rich young master, much better off than the way we estate kids came to be!"

The gangsters risk their lives for two reasons: themselves and their families.

Born with hundreds of thousands of dollars in savings, their future path, while not entirely smooth sailing, will be relatively easy.

Huanxi told these things so that Hei Ahu could die in peace.

Black Tiger nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Brother Hu, this is Wanchai Pier. I'll take you to Warehouse No. 15. Just have the brothers in the truck throw the firecrackers they've prepared into Warehouse No. 15!"

"Old Ding has prepared a ship for you to go to Amsterdam, but the condition is that you never come back."

After Huanxi finished speaking, he gagged Hei Ahu again, had the pastor throw Hei Ahu back into the van, and then walked back to the front of the van, sat back in the passenger seat, and had his younger brother drive the van into Wan Chai Ferry Pier.

It's already past midnight, and the Wan Chai pier is eerily quiet, not a soul in sight.

Several vehicles were parked in front of the container stack in front of number 15. Huang Mao was also freed and the camera was set up in a hidden corner, with only half of the lens showing.

Black Tiger and his men were all untied, each with two fire bottles in their hands. They were all silent, wondering whether to smash the fire bottles in their hands on Huanxi.

Huanxi shoved a disposable lighter into Hei Ahu's hand and tossed him a Wanchai pier worker's jacket, making the scoundrel put it on.

Having no other options, Black Tiger quickly put on his jacket and beckoned his henchmen to follow him.

The younger generation still obeys the orders of their superiors; it's just a matter of habit.

Black Tiger led his henchmen to Warehouse No. 15. He wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he didn't have a single leaf in his pocket, let alone a cigarette.

With a wry smile, he pressed a disposable lighter, lit the bottle in his hand, and threw it directly onto the door of warehouse number fifteen.

The young men who were kept by Black Tiger's side for protection were all good brothers who had ventured into the world together. Seeing that they hadn't made a move, Black Tiger understood what they were worried about.

Murder and arson are capital offenses, no matter where they occur.

Things have come to this point, there's no need to drag the brothers into this anymore. Hei Ahu said, "Put down the fire bottle, everyone let's go!"

The young men looked at each other. They had already been scared enough tonight, so they quickly put down the fire bottles in their hands, afraid that Black Tiger would change his mind and run away. They only wished that their parents had given them two more legs.

Seeing that his younger brothers had run away without any sense of loyalty, Black Tiger smiled indifferently. That's how the underworld is; people gather for profit and disperse for profit. He's long been used to it.

He picked up the fire bottles on the ground, lit them one by one, and threw them all into warehouse number fifteen.

(End of this chapter)