Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 709, Page 299: A Rude Invitation (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
(Thank you so much for your support, sir/madam! Ten years of separation, life and death are uncertain?!)
The placement of these two stabs by Chi Mengli was very deliberate; they avoided blood vessels but precisely pierced the muscle.

Simply put, it causes pain, but not excessive blood loss, and the brain sends a shutdown signal, allowing you to consciously enjoy the pain.

Bonnie's performance was as expected; she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Snapped"

Chi Mengli slapped Bonnie across the face, then had Weiguo take out the alarm clock he had prepared beforehand, wind it twice, and hang it around Bonnie's neck.

"One minute."

"You only have one minute. After one minute, Brother A-Cong behind me will make his move."

"You may not know this, but Brother A-Cong's master was the last executioner in China, and his specialty was slicing people into pieces!"

Have you ever tried the braised roast duck from Nanjing Impressions?

"The method is similar!"

"The only difference is that the duck is dead, while you, Mr. Bonnie, are alive."

"The countdown begins!"

Chi Mengli reached out and pressed the alarm clock switch. The second hand began to spin, and the gears made a clattering sound.

The pain was making Bonnie feel like he was about to collapse, and the sound of gears turning made it impossible for him to concentrate.

"clatter"

A minute passed quickly, and the alarm clock emitted a mechanical stop sound, its small horn emitting a piercing alert.

"Didi."

If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink!
Chi Mengli stood up and pulled her chair back, giving Brother Acong room to unleash his perverted methods.

The big shot stepped aside, and Ah Cong took a step forward. Because of his genetic talent, he remained expressionless, but you could tell from his eyes that he was very happy.

A strong and muscular foreign doll can indeed help relieve boredom on a night.

Ah Cong squatted down, carefully examined Bonnie's strong body, and made his choice instantly.

Bonnie knew that the person squatting in front of her was the executioner, the executioner, that Handsome Sheng had mentioned.

His eyes were fixed on the executioner, his fear rising steadily, but he didn't see how the executioner drew his knife before he felt a chill on his calf.

After the coldness subsided, Bonnie felt a piercing pain and screamed loudly.

Ah Cong threw the severed flesh onto the ground, pouting in dissatisfaction.

The Ming Dynasty's rule for slow slicing was to cut the flesh into pieces the size of a copper coin, requiring each cut to be the same size as a copper coin. In contrast, the Qing Dynasty used a net-like cut, allowing only the size of a fishing net's mesh.

The piece of flesh I just cut off was almost two fingers wide; I've become rusty over time.

“Mr. Bonnie, in the ancient East, there are many interpretations of the death by a thousand cuts.”

“The first-class punishment of slow slicing requires 3357 cuts, the second-class requires 2896 cuts, and the third-class requires 1585 cuts.”

“This Brother Acon has a secret medicine that can extend your life, and I guarantee that you, Mr. Bonnie, can endure all 3357 cuts.”

“If we cooperate, Mr. Bonnie can suffer less.”

Chi Mengli stepped forward, saw the still writhing flesh on the ground, shook her head helplessly, and advised Bonnie to be sensible.

"I said it all."

"Only the music that plays when Amiya accidentally kills Mito can awaken Boss Mito."

"The music tapes are in my backpack."

"We were the ones who robbed the water room and the money storage room. The bones we stole are in the scanner."

"This is the most advanced carbon-14 analyzer; it can detect many things, including antiques!"

"Handsome Mr. Sheng, don't you own an antique shop? This carbon-14 analyzer can determine the age of antiques." Carbon-14 analyzer!

Antique shop!
It seems this Mr. Bonnie is quite attentive to his own life!

However, this state-of-the-art testing instrument is indeed worth collecting. After finishing his preparations, Chi Mengli moved the entire set of instruments away.

Anyway, the second floor of the antique shop is empty, so putting in an extra testing device won't be a big problem.

Wei Guo, who was standing to the side, immediately took action, found the work bag on the workbench, picked it up, and dumped all the items inside onto the workbench.

The work bag contained many items: a dagger, a pocket pistol, three passports, a security bag filled with cash from various countries, an opened chocolate bar, and finally, a song cassette tape that could activate Mitt.

With the power supply restored, the carbon-14 detector and printer resumed executing previously unfinished instructions.

In less than half a minute, the printed data was lying on the backing board.

Wei Guo brought the tape and the printed documents to Chi Mengli.

The report was all in English, full of technical terms, which Chi Mengli couldn't understand at all.

But Hong Kong may not have much else, but it has plenty of knowledgeable, bespectacled guys. Just find one of them and ask them to help answer your questions.

Xi Ren took out the Walkman she had prepared, put the cassette tape in, but didn't turn it on right away.

"Mr. Bonnie, don't you have anything else to say?"

Sitting in the chair, Chi Mengli put the report into her pocket and asked again.

"That's all! I don't know who the middleman was, and I don't know who the employer was either."

“These things are all handled by Boss Mitt; I’m just in charge of the operations.”

"Believe me, I'm not lying. Please don't let this Satan continue."

Bonnie kept begging for mercy, not wanting to continue enduring the horrific punishment of slow slicing.

Judging from Bonnie's devastated expression, she probably wasn't lying.

Chi Mengli nodded to Wei Guo, instructing him to extract the culprit from the red oil barrel.

Wei Guo pulled out a dagger and pried open the lid of the red oil barrel.

As light shone into the red oil barrel, Amiya began to writhe violently, trying to call for help, but her mouth was already taped shut, so she couldn't make a sound.

Wei Guo and Acong worked together to pull Amiya out of the red oil barrel.

The process of pulling her was very difficult. The tall Amiya, even with her hands and feet tied, kept resisting and refused to give in.

Xi Ren found a chair and had Wei Guo and Acong put Amiya on it and tie her up. They also cut the transparent tape off Amiya's mouth.

“I haven’t seen your faces, and I don’t know who you are. I have money in my pocket, and I can write you checks, which I will cash.”

“My parents have a lot of money, I can call them.”

"We have no hatred, I just want to live!"

Amiya, now free to speak, poured out everything she wanted to say in one breath.

Seeing that Miss Amiya mistook him for a kidnapper, Chi Mengli felt somewhat helpless.

According to the intelligence I've gathered, Miss Amiya isn't a programmer by training; she's an intelligence analyst who has received formal military training.

The abandoned factory is clearly a scene from a major battle, something Miss Amiya couldn't possibly miss.

“Miss Amiya, please calm down. We are not kidnappers. We only asked you to come here to find out some information.”

"The way you were invited here was very rude, and I apologize on behalf of my partner."

Chi Mengli stood up, walked up to Amiya, and sincerely apologized.

(End of this chapter)