Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 737, Part 328: A Minor Incident on the Road (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)

At Ford dealerships in Hong Kong, a Ford Cortina sedan now costs only HK$13,000.

The rear door was only slightly dented, yet they demanded five thousand dollars. They're practically insanely poor!
He stomped out the cigarette butt, glanced at the mad dog banging on the window, and without hesitation, opened the car door and pushed it out with all his might.

The metal car door slammed into the Ford driver, who, caught off guard, lost his balance and fell into the puddle.

The mad dog turned into a drowned rat; it looked so pathetic.

Because of the two cars blocking the way, King's Road is still a notoriously bad road, and three lanes are no longer suitable for Hong Kong's rapid development.

But with something to watch, the drivers behind weren't in a hurry and watched the road fight with great interest.

Tonight is the AKB elimination tournament, featuring the hottest boxer, Immortal Fist Li Qun, against Fudo Myo-o Cai Genhua.

However, the live broadcast is on TVB Channel 1 at 8 pm. It's still early, so watching a warm-up match on King's Road is a good idea.

The Ford driver sat upside down in the puddle, still feeling dizzy from the impact, with blood gushing from both nostrils.

Instead of getting out of the driver's seat, Baihe turned around, put its legs out, and looked at the puddles where it was lying on its stomach.

"Fuck your mother!"

The Ford driver climbed out of the puddle, wiped his nose, and seeing his hands covered in blood, he immediately flew into a rage, raised his fist, and punched Bai He in the face.

Seeing that the drenched chicken was still relentless, the white crane didn't tolerate his bad temper. It simply kicked its horse and arrived in front of the drenched chicken in the blink of an eye.

He made a quick move, but as he raised his hand, he revealed the thick calluses on the base of his thumb. Before the opponent's fist could get close, his fingertips had already gripped the opponent's wrist.

This is not a direct block, but a gentle twist in the direction of the opponent's force.

"Uh!"

The Ford driver felt as if his wrist was locked in an iron clamp, the force rushing up his arm to his shoulder and back, causing him to stagger forward involuntarily.

He tried to kick Baihe, but Baihe hooked his ankle with his foot and lightly touched the wet ground with his toes.

The Ford owner, who had just gotten out of the puddle, "plop" knelt down in the water again, splashing water half a meter high.

Instead of pressing the issue, the white crane released its grip, took a half-step back, and avoided the mud splashed by the struggling creature.

This kneeling incident nearly killed the Ford driver; he struggled for three to five minutes before finally getting up with red eyes.

His eyes reddened, and he got angry. He didn't care about anything else. He looked around and actually found something to use. He grabbed a broken tree branch from the roadside and swung it at the tree.

Before the branch even reached him, the white crane kicked out, striking the Ford driver's wrist and sending the forearm-thick broken branch flying.

Then, with a swift movement, he turned sideways and circled behind the drenched man, gently pushing him from behind with his palm.

The force looked light, but the pull caused the Ford driver to lose his balance.

Taking advantage of his illness, Baihe kicked the drenched man's ankle again before stopping.

The Ford driver, who had lost his footing, stumbled and bumped into his left rear door, his forehead turning red, before falling face-first into a puddle.

The rain was still falling. Baihe brushed the water droplets off his leather jacket, his voice colder than the sound of the rain: "The road is narrow, don't risk your life."

But after he finished speaking, the Ford driver didn't stand up. Instead, he grabbed the fallen man's head and pulled him up, only to find that the man had already passed out.

Soft-legged shrimp!
Bai He cursed inwardly, "With skills like this, he dares to act like a nobody? He's just asking for death."

If you leave him by the roadside and let him get soaked in the rain for hours, he's doomed.

Baihe, determined to see things through, opened the passenger door, tossed the drenched man onto the seat, and then closed the door behind him.

The drivers behind cheered, saying they never expected there were so many martial arts masters out there. With such skills, they might even become boxing champions if they joined AKB48.

After the excitement subsided and the drivers cheered with satisfaction, they all honked their car horns.

"Beep beep beep beep. Beep beep beep beep"

Within minutes, Bai He was soaked to the bone. Hearing the incessant beeping, he had no choice but to run back to his car.

I restarted the engine, then floored the accelerator and drove straight ahead.

He pushed the Ford sedan that was in his way aside, moved it to the side of the road, turned the steering wheel to the right, and drove straight away.

The drivers behind, having never been to Los Santos and never seen a GTA-style road clearing method, were all stunned by this ingenious approach.

But the rain was getting heavier and the wind was getting stronger. Nobody wanted to linger on the road, so they immediately followed suit and continued on their way with the Suzuki pickup truck that was leading the way.

Half an hour after the white crane left, traffic police on motorcycles and soldiers in uniform arrived at the scene.

Upon finding the man inside the Ford sedan unconscious, they first called an ambulance, and then the uniformed soldiers worked together to push the car to the side of the road.

The drivers who were watching the commotion have long since disappeared. There are CCTV cameras at only two points, one at the beginning and one at the end, on King's Road.

Therefore, they can only wait until the man in the Ford sedan has regained consciousness before taking his statement.

This has nothing to do with the white crane anymore. Even if you report it to the police, the car will be scratched first.

After finishing my business, I will leave Hong Kong in this Suzuki pickup truck and will never appear in Hong Kong again.

After this little incident, the white crane's journey went smoothly. The undersea tunnel was closed due to the typhoon, and the ferry service was suspended, so it had to take a detour.

It took him an extra hour on the road to reach his final destination, the Shenwei Building.

Having frequently visited the set with the powerful Ninth Sister, Bai He was already quite familiar with the place and parked his car in the underground parking lot of the Shenwei Building.

He first took off his completely soaked leather jacket and draped it over the passenger seat before locking the car door, taking the elevator, and arriving at Jiu Guniang's factory.

"Knock knock knock," Baihe knocked on the factory's metal door, urging the bastard inside to open it quickly.

"Splash..."

The observation window on the factory's metal door opened, and Sister Laji, with her cloudy eyes looking slightly bewildered, gazed outside. Upon seeing Bai He, she immediately complained, "Damn it!"

"You idiot, you're always late, never on time."

"Miss Si said you were supposed to arrive an hour ago, but I've been waiting and waiting and you still haven't come. What a disappointment!"

They were all old acquaintances, and Baihe spoke casually: "Open the door quickly, I'm freezing to death."

"You're soaking wet, quickly find me some clean clothes."

Upon hearing Baihe's request, Sister Laji rolled her eyes and began to unlock the door.

For safety reasons and to allow time for the pork to be disposed of, this large iron gate has ten locks. It takes five minutes to lock completely and six minutes to open.

To punish Baihe for being late, Laji moved very slowly, flipping through the keys after each lock to buy time.

Of course, this wasn't just to punish Baihe for being unpunctual, but also to wait for the henchmen inside the house to give her a signal.

There are CCTV surveillance cameras installed by Miss J (Professor J) in the lobby on the first floor, as well as in the elevators and the parking lot.

If the henchmen in the monitoring room confirm that there is no problem, the indicator light on the iron gate will turn green; if there is a problem, it will turn red.

The jerk kept an eye on the indicator lights while opening the door; he was in a high-stakes business, so of course he had to be constantly vigilant.

"faster!"

“My son Ah B is about to collapse, he needs to go to the toilet right away.”

Because of the cold weather and the rain, Baihe felt a bit of an urge to urinate and needed to quickly go into the factory to use the restroom to empty his bladder.

Seeing that the trash was working slowly, Baihe got a little impatient and urged this damned fellow to hurry up and get things done.

The indicator light quickly turned green, and the scoundrel sped up immediately, opening the factory gate in no time.

"Damn it! I can't hold it in anymore! Get out of the way!"

Baihe immediately rushed towards the restroom, loosening his belt as he walked, indicating that it was extremely urgent.

Seeing the pathetic state of this loser, Trash was very happy. He told the henchman guarding the door to lock it up, and then he took the key and walked towards the office.

Trash has his own office, which is very small, with only a bed and a large wardrobe. On the large desk are glass kettles and plastic straws.

A dozen or so fast food boxes were placed on the table; these were all roast meats that the henchmen had bought from Sham Tseng Roast Goose.

Trash sat in his usual spot, in his usual chair, crossed his legs, took out a cigarette, and lit it.

I just finished being a pilot this morning, and the thrill hasn't worn off yet, so I don't have much of an appetite and haven't touched a single bite.

"I lost it!"

"Your office smells weird. Open the window and let it air out. I'm about to throw up."

After relieving himself, Baihe walked into Spicy Chicken's bedroom/office with practiced ease. As soon as he entered, he was overwhelmed by the smell of burnt pork, which made him want to vomit.

"eventful!"

Laji forcefully pushed the cigarette pack and Dupont lighter in front of him towards Baihe, making Baihe use the cigarette to light it.

The gold-plated Dupont lighter caught Bai He's eye. He was still using a Dunhill lighter, a worthless item. It seemed that running a powder stall was the better way to make money.

Picking up the Dupont lighter, Baihe lit the Dunhill cigarette that Laji had given him and began to play with Laji's Dupont lighter.

"Damn it! If you like something, just take it. Why act like you can't put it down and ask someone to give it to you?"

"How mean!"

Even a small Dupont lighter, even the gold-plated version, is only worth ten or twenty thousand.

My weekly salary is enough to buy more than a dozen.

The trashy guy smoked a cigarette, cursed a few times, and then gave Bai He his Dupont lighter.

Whether it's a Dupont lighter or a disposable lighter, in her eyes they're all the same.

Since becoming a "deadly Taoist," food, clothing, shelter, and transportation have become irrelevant to me. As long as I get high and become a "plane guy," all the enjoyment of food, clothing, shelter, and transportation is just fleeting clouds.

"Thank you!"

Hearing that Laji had given him a gold-plated Dupont lighter, Baihe was overjoyed. He quickly put the lighter in his pocket and sat down opposite Laji.

"I just bought some roast goose and roast meat from Shenjing. I'll eat a bite and feel full before I have the energy to do things."

Laji continued smoking, raised his chin, and told Baihe not to be polite and to start eating.

Honestly, the white crane was really hungry after all that commotion.

Without any hesitation, he plopped down in the chair opposite the spicy chicken, broke off his chopsticks, opened a bowl of rice noodles, and began to eat heartily.

"Pho noodles to save my life? I drank every last drop of the soup, I'm worried the owner might be stingy and not give me any more soup?"

Seeing the white crane wolfing down its food, the lousy chicken was quite helpless and made a sarcastic remark.

Baihe, focused solely on his Vietnamese pho, ignored the jerk and simply gave him the middle finger in return, expressing his goodwill.

(End of this chapter)