Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 696, Section 286: Nothing is more poisonous than a woman's heart.
(Thanks to the great Linjiangxian for his support, and thank you for your long-term support.)
Mei-Feng never questioned the old man's wisdom, because the criminal empire with an annual turnover of over a billion US dollars was built brick by brick by the old man.

We, these nobodys, are able to have so much money to spend now, all thanks to the old man.

The order that reached him was far too difficult: to rescue Professor A, Dr. K, and Song Ci.

Professor A, Song Ci, and Dr. K were all locked in a safe room at the very bottom of the headquarters of the military factory, with a security level even higher than that of the top leader's office.

The number of people working in the arsenal, including both civilian and military staff, was at least a thousand, and each of them had a lion's nose.

Moreover, within the headquarters of the arsenal, there is also a Flying Tigers squad and three PTU mobile units.

These cops are all sharpshooters; every bullet they fire can eliminate an enemy.

Mei-Feng had no intention of going to her death!

If there's Plan A, there's bound to be Plan B.

The old man's Plan B was to eliminate Professor A, Dr. K, and his own daughter, Song Ci.

Whether it's Plan A or Plan B, it's going to be difficult.

Mei-Feng is neither a knife-wielder nor a security guard, so she shouldn't actually be in charge of this task.

But when I inquired, the people around the old man said that this was an order personally given by the old man, and there was no room for negotiation.

Either carry out the order, or find a noose and end your own life.

There is no third way!

The order came suddenly, and Meifeng had reason to suspect that it was a punishment the old man was giving her.

As far as she knew, the X-ray fax that Mai Tou had was received by more than one person.

A very clever scheme; it alienated the entire group and sold them for a high price.

Mai Tou offered the highest price, five million Hong Kong dollars. The other few who were eyeing the position of heir were not stingy either, each offering at least one million.

The old man must have found out the whole story and was punishing his disloyal underlings.

But this saga is not over yet; it will continue to torment everyone like a thorn in their flesh.

The reason is simple: the old man is old, and his own daughter and son-in-law are in jail.

An heir is needed; the group needs an heir, and the old man needs an heir.

The newborn boy with intellectual disabilities is only a month old. Although medical technology has advanced by leaps and bounds, the neonatal mortality rate is still very high.

No one dares to guarantee that this child will grow up safely.

The group's success was built by the old man, but everyone contributed; the group wasn't just his doing.

The top position in the group isn't something the old man can just decide to give to whoever he wants.

To lead a pack of wolves, you need a tiger, but a tiger cub that hasn't grown its teeth and claws is no match for a wild dog.

Besides, when the old man closes his eyes, no one will care about his decrees.

Unless the old man can live another thirty years and help his little boy get on his feet.

Mei Feng raised her hand, holding Bai Fengxian's ID card in front of her, and looked at the photo on the ID card.

Tomboy!
My dear is right, she really is a tomboy, without a trace of femininity.

Just like the darling lying on my lap, she's a perfect scapegoat.

If A-zai and Bai Fengxian could personally go to this doomed situation in her place, she would be very grateful to these two unfortunate people.

Mei-Feng really loves A-Zai. With A-Zai, she rediscovers the feeling of youth. She wants to hold A-Zai's hand and do all sorts of romantic things.

Because when she was young, no one dared to get close to her.

This wasn't because she was the old man's mistress and had an affair with him, but because of her nickname when she was young: Black Widow!
This type of spider will eat its mate after mating.

The first rule of survival is to live, to live at all costs, so there's nothing wrong with eating your loved ones to strengthen yourself.

A-zai loves her, and she loves A-zai too. If anyone questions the authenticity of this relationship, Mei-feng will give that person a cement coffin. But love cannot overcome the laws of survival.

Thinking of this, Meifeng tore off her disheveled pajamas and walked naked to the landline.

She picked up the phone, made a call, and after the call was connected, Meifeng said a few words and then hung up and threw the phone back.

A-zai lay on the bed, smoking a cigarette, admiring Mei-feng's graceful curves.

This old woman, despite her age, still has a figure that rivals that of a young woman in her late twenties because she exercises and swims every day.

It's easy to imagine how much money this woman throws away every month at beauty salons and gyms.

To be honest, A-zai really fell in love with Mei-feng; being with her felt so good.

My dad passed away last week!

This is both reasonable and expected.

It's perfectly normal for a man who needs miracle needles to prolong his life to not make it through.

But the ironic thing is that my father wasn't dying of liver cancer, but rather of heart failure.

God is the most melodramatic director; he always manages to come up with ingenious and hilarious plots.

Movies and novels need logic, but reality doesn't.

Little brother and sister are both in Australia. A-zai didn't let them come back, and he didn't hold a ceremony for them either.

Instead, Guan Hao borrowed 100,000 yuan to buy a burial plot. The feng shui master said that this plot was a "dragonfly skimming the water" plot.

Because the cemetery faces the sea directly and is surrounded by flowing water, it can gather vital energy. Behind it is a small mountain. The presence of a mountain in the Xuanwu position indicates that one has a strong support.

The open space in front of the hall is spacious and unobstructed, avoiding the three evil positions, and there are no objects blocking the way (chimneys, utility poles).

Guaranteed to bring you abundant wealth and smooth sailing in the future!

A-Zai doesn't plan to return the 100,000 yuan. It's a life-or-death contract given to him by the big boss. If he returns it, people in the underworld will say he's disloyal.

After Mei Feng finished her phone call, she lay back down on the bed. A-zai stroked Mei Feng's smooth skin and suddenly smiled.

What are you laughing at?

"Going crazy?!"

Seeing A-zai laugh inexplicably, Mei-feng also looked up in confusion.

"It's okay! I feel like I have the energy again. Let's take a bath together, and then have a three hundred rounds of battle."

Drink today's wine and be merry today; tomorrow's troubles will come tomorrow.

A-zai smiled and prepared to invite Mei-feng to continue their crazy adventure.

"It's so good to be young! But I can't go on anymore, I need to rest for a bit, someone else is coming to pick up their ID card soon."

Meifeng was indeed tired; things had gone too far just now. She shook her head and refused.

"By the way, you still haven't told me what you were laughing about just now?"

"Has he really gone mad?"

Mei Feng put her finger on A-Zai's lips, making A-Zai's mouth open and close repeatedly.

"It suddenly occurred to me that I used to look down on sons-in-law the most, but now I wear your clothes, eat your food, drink your drinks, and spend your money."

"Eating salted abalone and drinking salt water, wouldn't that make him the kind of son-in-law you hate the most!"

"What goes around comes around, karma is swift and just!"

A-zai sighed for a moment, then grabbed Mei-feng's hand and kept touching it.

(End of this chapter)