Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 654, Section 244: A Show of Force (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Armed with long guns and short cannons, Clark's cops rushed from the stairwell into the top-floor corridor. Upon seeing the dismembered limbs in the corridor, they all felt acid reflux. Several new recruits couldn't hold back and ran to the corner to vomit incessantly.

Although Clark is rife with gangsters, this is the first time such a large plane case has occurred, especially in Angel City.

The experienced cops, seeing the scene before them, knew the assassins had moved out, but instead of putting away their guns, they began searching every room for survivors.

"Help!"

Mei-Feng, who was hiding under the corpse, opened her eyes at just the right moment when the cops arrived and called for help in English.

"The danger is over. Have the hotel turn on the elevator and bring the stretcher up."

Clark, a police officer with a Chinese face, communicated with the command vehicle via walkie-talkie, instructing the Hilton Hotel to open the elevator and bring up the stretcher. After giving the order, he quickly walked to Mei Feng's side.

"Miss, how are you?"

The Chinese-American policeman squatted down next to Mei-Feng. Seeing that Mei-Feng also had a Chinese face, he quickly asked about the situation.

"I am a friend of Mr. Juan and I came to attend Mr. Juan's birthday party. I feel like I can't feel my legs!"

"Help me! Help me!"

Mei-Feng was struggling to breathe under the weight of the corpse and weakly begged the Chinese cop next to her for help.

When Clark, a Chinese-American police officer, heard Mei-feng say that she had no feeling in her lower limbs, he immediately moved the body off the body so that Mei-feng could catch her breath.

The sightseeing elevator started up, and the stretcher quickly appeared in front of everyone. Two medical staff carried Meifeng onto the stretcher, leaving this hell on earth and returning to the hospital.

The elevator went directly to the lobby on the first floor. When the police saw that an injured person had been brought in, they immediately cleared a path and escorted the stretcher to the ambulance in front of the media and paparazzi. In order to show their good relationship with the citizens, they even helped the medical staff carry the stretcher into the ambulance.

The medical staff quickly closed the ambulance door and told the driver to drive off immediately.

As the ambulance started moving and got further and further away from the Hilton Hotel, Meifeng finally breathed a sigh of relief. She lay on the stretcher and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Guo, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looked at the map in his hand by the moonlight, trying to determine if he was heading in the right direction. His motorcycle was roaring incessantly.

Actually, he didn't want to ride his bike to the Shengping Theater he had visited during the day, because it was a foreign country and he hadn't scouted the place beforehand, so an accident could easily happen.

So he hailed a motorcycle, told the driver he wanted to go to Shengping Theater, and the driver gave him an OK sign. The two then set off.

But the motorcycle taxi driver was very bold and led Weiguo directly into the alley. Under the awning deep in the alley, there were two burly men holding steel pipes and covered with dragons and tigers.

This guy is treating himself like a sucker!
Without further ado, Wei Guo took action, knocking all three members of the small gang to the ground. He even broke their thighs with his foot, put on helmets, and rode away on his motorcycle.

Following the markings on the map, he found his direction was correct, so he restarted his motorcycle and continued towards Chinatown.

After going straight through three traffic lights, the stone archway of Chinatown appeared before Wei Guo.

Chinatown turns into a night market at night, where cars and motorcycles are not allowed to travel together. When the security guards maintaining order at the Chinatown night market stopped Wei Guo, they saw that Wei Guo was also Chinese and explained the rules of Chinatown in Mandarin.

Since there were rules, Wei Guo naturally followed them. He locked the motorcycle, paid three pesos, which he had exchanged at the yacht marina, just for the fare.

The Chinatown night market was crowded and chaotic. Wei Guo pulled his army green cloth bag to his chest, wary of pickpockets, and headed towards the Shengping Theater.

The night market was bustling with all sorts of snacks. Luzon is also a tourist destination, and after visiting Malaysia and Singapore, foreign backpackers often head straight to Luzon.

The food stall signs are written in Chinese, English, and local dialects, introducing the food available at the stalls.

Wei Guo was drawn to the spring rolls at the stall, but the spring rolls, which originated in China, had been greatly modified when they arrived in Luzon, where the locals used minced meat or mixed vegetables as filling.

Wrapped in wafer paper into strips, deep-fried until golden brown, and served with a special sauce made from onions, chili peppers, vinegar, sugar, cornstarch, and garlic sauce.

Wei Guo didn't eat much that evening. That's how banquets are—they look good but don't taste good. He had been busy for an hour and had also done a free-fighting match. He was starving, so he opened a wafer and took a bite of a spring roll.

Although the sensory experience was a bit strange, the Luzon spring rolls were crispy and delicious, and tasted pretty good.

It's just that one serving is really too small, only two pieces, not even enough to fill a tooth gap. But since the portion is small, the price is also low, only five pesos.

With his appetite whetted, Wei Guo bought a serving of Okoy shrimp cakes from the stall next door. Although it was called a shrimp cake, there weren't many shrimp in it. It was made by mixing dried shrimp with flour and frying it. Sweet potatoes and half-ripe papayas could also be added.

The stall owner asked Wei Guo if he ate spicy food. After learning that the customer could eat spicy food, he added millet peppers and raw garlic to the small plastic bowl in his hand, and poured in some balsamic vinegar.

The taste was good, sweet, sour and spicy, but there was still one problem: the portion was very small, and it was gone in just a few bites.

After eating two snacks, Wei Guo continued to stroll through the Chinatown night market, just like a foreign backpacker, finding everything fascinating.

Finally, he bought two more snacks, one of which was Halo-Halo Filipino Eight Treasure Ice.

This is one of Luzon's most famous desserts, similar to shaved ice, with sweet beans and milk, topped with a variety of brightly colored fruits, and at least eight toppings.

It also includes ingredients like mung beans from the East, chickpeas from India, and milk pudding from Spain, making it sweet and refreshing, perfect for dessert lovers.

The last dish was coconut tapioca cake, a small cake that locals love to eat. In Wei Guo's opinion, it was just like Luzon's rice dumpling, with the same taste, only the preparation method was different. The coconut tapioca cake was baked, while the rice dumpling was boiled.

After finishing his late-night snack, Wei Guo strolled into the Shengping Theater. He bought a ticket at the front desk, asked for a private room and a pot of tea, and prepared to listen to Cantonese opera.

The audience was mostly elderly, mostly grandfathers and grandmothers. Wei Guo couldn't understand the Cantonese opera lyrics, but he saw the handwritten play card on the table and learned that the play was called "Searching the Academy".

On the stage, the actors were performing a scene from the Cantonese opera "Searching the Academy," titled "Lament in the Woodshed."

"My heart is filled with sorrow, tears are streaming down my face, steel knives and ropes are forcing me to die before my eyes. I am like a wandering soul in hell, unable to see the light of day, and like fish in a cauldron, suffering endless torment."

"My flesh is torn and my skin is ripped open, blood is everywhere, I am like a plum blossom caught in a downpour, I am like a plum blossom caught in a downpour, petals fall one by one before the steps."

Wei Guo, a fellow villager, speaks Cantonese haltingly and can only manage a few everyday phrases. Moreover, the lyrics of Cantonese opera are in Nanyin style, sung in a melodious and low tone, which he understands even less.

It doesn't matter if he can't understand the lyrics; he can understand the melody. He can have a cup of hot tea, rest his feet, and start working when there are fewer people around.

On the floor above the theater was Langwan's office, where he was watching the local news on television. There was a lot of commotion in Angel City, and the news industry on Luzon Island was also very developed.

He watched the news report on TV in detail, sighed, picked up his pipe, and started filling it with tobacco.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come!
This task, which should have been done by myself, was instead taken by others. It's even possible that it was Teacher Li's group who did it.

"Dang Dang Dang"

Lang Wan, who was deep in thought, was startled and did not light his pipe, but he was awakened by the knocking and said softly, "Come in!"

The person who entered was none other than his trusted lieutenant, Yong Sang.

"Ah Yong, sit down. Have you found out everything?"

Lang Wan urged Yong Sang to sit down first, and only after he was seated did he ask what had happened in Angel City. "I've found out!"

Yong Sang nodded, paused for a second, organized his thoughts, and said, "My informant at the police station in Angel City said that the Hilton Hotel first caught fire, and then there was thunder."

"After the thunderclap, the Hilton Hotel reported it to the authorities!"

"Boss, you know how cops are, they're just looking for a living. By the time they got there, Juan would have already been killed."

"The assassin wasn't caught. The entire Clark city government has been mobilized. News from Manila indicates that old Sanchez has returned to Clark on a private jet. He's definitely going to be furious this time."

"Boss, shouldn't we prepare in advance? If this matter isn't resolved, the blame will definitely fall on us. Everyone in Clark knows that our Chinese Chamber of Commerce is competing with Juan for the bid to build the new dock."

"Old Sanchez is definitely going to come looking for trouble!"

"Boss, this was most likely done by Teacher Li, but I feel it wasn't Teacher Li, but Mr. Yu sitting next to me. That bastard looks like a member of the Hongmen. He might be a high-ranking official who rose through the ranks."

"It's either 426 or 415! But in my opinion, it should be the end of December."

"Not giving Teacher Li an explanation isn't a big problem; that old scoundrel can't cause much of a stir. But if I don't give Yu Sheng an explanation, I'm afraid I won't be able to get through this!"

Yong Sang had a pair of sharp eyes. At the dinner table, he kept observing which of the fish-shaped dishes was being served with a forced smile.

“If it is done with intense greed, intense anger, or intense ignorance, it is called killing.”

"Teacher Li is looking for trouble with Mei Feng, Song Sheng's mistress. If he messes with Mei Feng, he's going to war with Song Sheng and getting tied to Teacher Li's chariot. Teacher Li doesn't stand much of a chance against Song Sheng!"

"Let's take it one step at a time!"

Lang Wan didn't believe that Teacher Li could defeat Song Sheng, so he decided to stall for time and observe the situation.

Lang Wan sighed inwardly, picked up the matchbox on his desk, lit his pipe, took a puff, and continued, "Don't be afraid of old Sanchez. He won't wage a world war against us because of one son."

"Even if old Sanchez wanted to fight to the death, his sons wouldn't agree. Juan is old Sanchez's favorite, but also the most disliked by his own siblings."

"Furthermore, the trading company behind old Sanchez would not agree to go to war. Swire Group has always wanted to improve shipping routes in Asia. Luzon Island is in a good location, suitable for setting up industrial parks and ports."

“Swire Group has already invested hundreds of millions of US dollars in Luzon. These foreigners won’t let old Sanchez do whatever he wants.”

"Even if Swire Group fails to restrain old Sanchez, and old Sanchez goes all out to fight our Chinese Chamber of Commerce, we are not afraid. We don't have a unique business of knife-wielding and gun-wielding. We also have supporters in the city government and the council."

Lang Wan, with his pipe in his mouth, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV.

"Then let's do as you say!"

Yong Sang nodded in agreement, indicating that he should stand beside the victor to avoid being affected.

"Crackling."

"boom"

First, firecrackers went off. Lang Wan and Yong Sang were both a little puzzled. Why would someone set off firecrackers when it wasn't a holiday?

Moreover, the local Southeast Asian inhabitants of Luzon Island do not like setting off firecrackers. They only have tribal customs. After the Spanish landed and colonized the island, these Southeast Asian monkeys forgot their tribal customs and directly adopted Spanish customs.

Local Chinese residents also won't set off firecrackers at this time of year, because the nearest festival is Qingming Festival, and no one sets off two strings of firecrackers to celebrate during Qingming Festival.

But they quickly realized the purpose of the string of firecrackers, because a flash of light shot into the sky past the window, followed by a huge explosion.

Lang Wan sat motionless in the rosewood-carved chair, calmly and collectedly smoking, displaying the demeanor of a great general.

Yong Sang, who was sitting to the side, couldn't just sit there. He took three steps at a time and went to the window. Looking down, he saw that the boss's Rolls-Royce had been blown up, with the roof facing down and flames rising from it.

"Boss, your Rolls-Royce has been blown up!"

Yong Sang quickly turned around and said to Lang Wan, who was still sitting calmly on the sidelines.

Upon hearing that his car had been blown up, Lang Wan couldn't sit still any longer. He quickly stood up, went to the window, looked at the overturned car, and, burning with rage, cursed, "Damn it! How dare you blow up my car!"

"Boss, that looks like Yu Sheng's henchman!"

Yong Sang first checked his Mercedes-Benz sports car. Seeing that his car was unharmed, he was relieved. But he had sharp eyes and spotted Wei Guo in just one glance. He quickly said to Lang Wan, "Boss, it must have been that scoundrel who did this."

"That's right! This bastard must be a member of the Hongmen. Only a member of the Hongmen knows how to properly greet someone! To give them a warning."

"Hey boss, want me to scrape this bastard back for you?"

Following Yong Sang's finger, Lang Wan also spotted Wei Guo at the table, but instead of acting on emotion, he shook his head and said, "They've given us a show of force! And they've given us a gift!"

"One million pounds is enough for me to buy three Rolls-Royce sports cars!"

“If I remember correctly, Mei Feng has a shipment to be transported from Luzon to Honolulu early tomorrow morning. Go and inform our brothers at customs to have them detain the goods.”

"They are all tiger penises, rhinoceros horns, and ivory. They were transported by Meifeng on behalf of Nanmen Group. If they are seized, Nanmen Group will go to Mr. Song to demand an explanation."

"Go now, and after it's done, take some photos and give them to Teacher Li's people so that Yu Sheng knows we have obeyed and done things according to the rules."

"As long as I cause trouble for Mei-Fung, I can earn two million Hong Kong dollars every month without lifting a finger. This business is a sure thing!"

Today it's cars being blown up, tomorrow it'll be houses. If you don't give in, these bastards will keep blowing you up.

Now that the deposit and the gift have been returned to Teacher Li, these two scoundrels won't let it go easily.

In truth, Lang Wan knew that stealing Teacher Li's money wouldn't cause any major problems, but delaying the affairs of that smiling tiger Yu Sheng would send him to heaven.

"I know! I'll get on it right now!"

“With the help of the customs officers, even if Mei Feng causes trouble, we can pin it on the legitimate authorities. Even if Song Sheng is in Babi, he won’t cause a big plane incident.”

Yong Sang immediately came up with an excuse, told Lang Wan, and left the office.

The car explosion was brilliant. If old Sanchez knew, he would realize that this wasn't the work of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce and would turn his attention to other enemies.

In fact, Yong Sang and Lang Wan shouldn't have been able to see Wei Guo, because after Wei Guo finished setting off firecrackers and driving away the crowd, he pressed the switch and blew Lang Wan's Rolls-Royce into the sky.

Explosion is art!

Wei Guo admired his own skills and noticed the gazes coming from above. He knew it was time for him to leave.

He turned and left, as if he had made up his mind!

(End of this chapter)