Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 341 118: Too many loose threads
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The logic chain is connected!
All connected!
If someone told him now that Ruan Wen was the professor, Chi Mengli would not be surprised.

After all, the quarrel when they first met was a bit deliberate! Ninth Girl is like the villain in a super bad movie, nothing new!

"Keep going! I feel like I'll be very interested in what you say next."

Chi Mengli sighed in his heart, and then let the pastor continue speaking.

The pastor on the other end of the phone coughed and continued, "These three movies were not shown in Macau or Hong Kong, but in Taiwan. I asked someone I knew and he promised me some money."

"An acquaintance recently played mahjong and lost so much money that he had to pawn his underwear. When he heard that it was a paid service, he became very interested. He got the screening records of the cinema and found that there was no record of these three movies being released."

"Many of the film companies in Macau are selling dog meat under the guise of sheep meat. It is very likely that this is to make money!"

The phenomenon of "washing rice" is very common in the entertainment industry. After all, there is no quantitative standard in art, and light and shadow art is also art.

Chi Mengli coughed, memorized all the information, and said, "I have cleared out Fort Street for you. There are fifteen food stalls, three bars, a nightclub, five Finnish saunas, and two stables on the entire street."

"The Numbers Gang has always wanted to step into Yau Ma Tei, but over the years, they have only taken over one street, Bowl Lane. Now that you, the pastor, have planted a flag, you are now a big shot in the crowd! Congratulations!"

Hearing that his long-cherished wish had finally come true, the pastor was overjoyed and quickly expressed his loyalty over the phone: "I am a pastor and I am where I am today because of the support of the boss. From now on, I will do whatever the boss asks me to do!"

"No need to say nice things. I know you, Pastor. You are a rare talent. I won't be surprised if you become my equal in the future."

"I am going to set up a company. The shares of this company will be divided according to the territory, and you, the pastor, will be counted as one. This is a legal company, just a group of like-minded brothers making money together."

"Brothers who join in will all make money!"

"But there is only one rule in my Handsome Winners Club, and you should all know that, and that is you cannot touch Miss Bai's stuff."

"If you touch it, we will no longer be a partnership!"

"goodbye!"

Seeing that the pastor had no other information to report, Chi Mengli reiterated his bottom line and threw the microphone back to the phone.

"Push to the street!"

Chi Mengli lit another cigarette and cursed under his breath.

Bo Xidong quickly scraped out Ma Biao, who was dancing in a disco in Causeway Bay.

Having just finished dinner, Chi Mengli really needed some exercise. She put on her newly bought leather jacket and did not let Xizi drive her Volvo sedan. Instead, she found a Toyota Hiace van, took a few people, and came to the disco where Ma Biao was dancing.

Bo Xidong got out of the car and went to the parking stall to chat for a while, then ran back to the van and said to Chi Mengli who was sitting in the back seat: "The car is still there, and the people should still be inside."

Hearing that the person was still there, Chi Mengli got out of the car and walked into the disco in front of him.

"welcome!"

The receptionist at the door immediately greeted the handsome guy warmly when she saw him coming in.

Chi Mengli smiled. It had been a long time since he had been to a nightclub to relax. He waved to the receptionist and walked into the dance floor of the disco.

If it weren't for the letter from Lanzuilong, he wouldn't have known that there was such a person in the water room. However, if he didn't know him, there must be someone who knew him.

The waiters at the disco naturally know the regular customers, especially those bad-tempered gangsters.

A redwood fish led the way, and the waiter immediately pointed his finger at Ma Biao who was dancing on the dance floor.

Chi Mengli sat in the booth and nodded to Xizi beside her.

Xizai immediately stood up and gestured to his men, telling them to attack from both sides, catch the turtle in the jar, and not let this guy escape.

Ma Biao, who was dancing passionately with a hot girl with big waves on the dance floor, did not realize that the danger had come. He was still as happy as a turtle bastard. The hot girl opposite him was also very cooperative, and her hips were always moving towards Ma Biao's crotch.

Stimulate!

Just when Ma Biao was about to act a little more unrestrained and wild, a pair of hands as big as a palm-leaf fan fell on his shoulders.

"I'm so disappointed. I didn't even ask who owns this place."

Before Ma Biao could finish his words, he was punched in the stomach. His legs went limp and all the hot pot in his stomach came out on the dance floor.

"Someone wants to see you."

Xizi retracted his fist, said something coldly, grabbed Ma Biao by the collar, and walked towards the bathroom.

Seeing that Xizi had subdued Ma Biao, Chi Mengli also stood up and took Bo Xidong and others to the bathroom.

All the people in the restroom were cleared out, and a sign prohibiting the use of the restroom was thoughtfully placed at the door.

Ma Biao was thrown to the ground like a dead dog. Chi Mengli washed his hands at the sink first, then looked at Ma Biao lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and said with a smile: "I like people who pretend to be dead the most, because they know how serious their sins are."

"Do you know Drunk Dragon?"

Ma Biao, who was lying on the floor tiles in the bathroom, quickly got up from the ground, knelt on the ground, and said to Chi Mengli: "My lord, I know Lan Zuilong, but I have no grudge against Lan Zuilong."

"I just borrowed a batch of northern girls from the Drunken Dragon's stable, but I have already paid off the money, not a cent less, and the time is not up yet. When the time is up, I will send the northern girls back to the Drunken Dragon!"

Send it back?!

What can I send back?
Human beings are very awkward creatures. When they have energy, they have no experience and intelligence. By the time they have enough experience and intelligence, their energy and physical strength are gone!
In his previous life, Chi Mengli liked to watch investigations into organized crime in various countries. The criminal methods involved were endless, and most of them were difficult to detect without the help of undercover agents.

For example, using the corpse as a suitcase, taking out the internal organs and filling it with Miss Bai.

You should know that before 2007, bodies could not pass through the security gate and could only be checked manually. The dead are the most important, and security inspectors would not even open the coffin for inspection. They would only knock on the coffin lid to see if there was any interlayer.

"Where were those northern girls sent?"

The smell in the bathroom was very bad. Although he sprayed a lot of air freshener to neutralize it, Chi Mengli's nose was itchy and he couldn't help but want to sneeze. In order to prevent his nose from suffering, he quickly asked the key question.

"Shark Dim Sum Shop!"

Ma Biao spoke quickly.

When Chi Mengli saw Ma Biao's eyes rolling around, she knew that this guy was not telling the truth, so she said to Xizi: "Take him away!"

Xizi didn't say anything and hit Ma Biao in the face with a straight punch. Ma Biao fell to the ground in pain, covering his mouth and wailing.

Chi Mengli didn't like Ma Biao rolling on the ground. Since this loser chose to keep his mouth shut, he should bear the price of keeping his mouth shut instead of rolling on the ground, wailing and making harsh noises.

Throwing the street!

Cursing in his heart, Chi Mengli turned around and looked at Acong, the expert with expressionless face who had been following him, and said, "It's nine o'clock in the evening now, which means we only have less than ten hours. In these ten hours, we have to pry open Ma Biao's mouth."

"Are you confident?"

"Three hours. Give me three hours and I can get him to talk."

Acong, the master of facial paralysis, still maintains his aloof demeanor, and his words are also cold and chilling.

"Brother Ma Biao, you are lucky. You are the first person to experience my new basement."

Chi Mengli looked at Ma Biao whose hands and feet were tied, tore off two pieces of toilet paper, wiped his hands, and turned and left.

When Xizi saw that Shengge and Dongge had left, he put the hood he had prepared in advance on Ma Biao, then opened the bathroom window and threw Ma Biao out.

After seeing the ice storage in the water room last time, Chi Mengli could not forget it. After returning, he built a columbarium in the remote area of ​​Tseung Kwan O.

The columbarium is still in the process of applying to the Chief Secretary, but for a folk venue like this, the approval process is very fast. After all, Lawyer Zhang is very capable and can get it done with just a few trips.

But the preliminary infrastructure was almost completed, with two containers placed there. One was used to store equipment that could not be moved and was not valuable, and the other had electricity and telephone lines and was then sealed up.

This container is the basement No. 1 mentioned by Chi Mengli.

Acong, the master of facial paralysis, said that it would take three hours to make Ma Biao speak. He miscalculated, because Ma Biao was not a real tough guy. He only lasted less than an hour before he confessed everything he knew.

Looking at the silver needles stuck in Ma Biao's head and the three fingers that were sawed off, Chi Mengli felt a little bit sorry for him. Why did it have to be like this? If he had said it earlier, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

"Who asked you to go to the drunkard's stable to have sex with a northern girl?"

Chi Mengli stood up from the chair, walked in front of Ma Biao and asked calmly.

"Greyhound Seven!"

Ma Biao, who was tortured to death, uttered a name with difficulty.

Chi Mengli was stunned for a moment. Who was this Greyhound Seven? He had never heard of it!

Seeing Chi Mengli's puzzled expression, Jianghu know-it-all Bocaidong stepped forward and said softly, "Brother Sheng, Greyhound Seven is the Red Stick under Boxing King Sheng. He was the one who managed the Bodan outsourcing business before."

I didn't expect that Beigu's incident was actually related to the failure of Boxing King Sheng!

This thought came to Chi Mengli's mind, and then he stretched out his foot, stepped on Ma Biao's broken finger, and continued to ask: "Why does Greyhound Seven need so many Northern Girls?"

"Boss, I really don't know."

"If the Baimen boss wants me to do something, of course I will do it. Besides, this matter requires me to collect the money first and then do the work. I can also make a profit. There is no risk. Of course I will rush in."

"Ah ah ah ah ah."

Ma Biao howled in pain, and with his other hand he kept pulling at Chi Mengli's feet, trying to get this big shot, whom he had never seen before, to move his feet away quickly.

"What yacht are you on?"

Chi Mengli's eardrums were pierced by the screams, and he quickly reached out to scratch his ears, fearing that it would cause a burden on his ears. "Longqing! It's not a yacht, it's a cruise ship. I sent someone to the cruise ship. It was a man called Jiaoge who paid the balance for me. As for where Longqing went, I really don't know."

Ma Biao quickly told everything he knew. He didn't want to be tortured by these devils in front of him anymore. He really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Find the big mouth and check the background of this foot guy!"

Chi Mengli looked at Bocai Dong who was standing beside him and asked him to feel the bottom of this guy called Jiao Ge. He continued to push hard with his feet and asked, "Since Greyhound Seven is your big brother, you must know where Boxing King Sheng's underground betting station is?"

The severe pain in his fingers made Ma Biao regret being born into this world. As long as the devil in front of him could move his feet, he would tell him anything.

"In Happy Valley! In Happy Valley!"

"No. 19, Happy Valley Village Road. Boxing King Sheng has placed the underground betting station in the industrial building at No. 19. Greyhound Seven has been guarding the underground betting station."

Ma Biao immediately sold Greyhound Seven in exchange for no further torture.

"How many underground betting stations does Boxing King Sheng have?"

Chi Mengli raised his foot slightly to give Ma Biao a chance to catch his breath, letting the mangled body on the ground fall to the ground, and quickly dig out all the information in his stomach.

"Three. Boxing King Sheng has three underground betting stations, and I, Greyhound Seven, only manage one of them."

I didn't expect that Boxing Champion Sheng would have such a big plan and actually set up three underground betting stations in secret. If I'm not mistaken, it was Song Sheng who supported Boxing Champion Sheng.

Although people in the underworld say that the gangs are all traitors, after Shenxian Jin came to power, few of them dared to cause trouble. Now it is different. Boxing King Sheng, the former big shot in To Kwa Wan, wants to fish in troubled waters.

Chi Mengli now knows Boxing King Sheng's trump card, and he must rearrange his plans.

"Beep beep beep"

The reminder sound of the pager interrupted Chi Mengli's thoughts. He looked around and found that everyone had taken out their pagers and shook their heads. He also took out the three pagers on his body, checked them one by one, and found that none of them was his.

Acong, who was packing up the torture instruments, reached out and touched Ma Biao's waist, took out a pager and handed it to Bo Xidong who was standing beside him.

Bocaidong didn't even look at it. He just took out a handkerchief and wiped the pager clean.

"What's the password? Which paging station?"

Chi Mengli took the pager and asked.

Ma Biao covered his fingers without saying a word. Acong directly took out a cross knife from his tool kit and stabbed it directly into Ma Biao's butt without any hesitation!

"Ow"

Ma Biao immediately turned into a midnight hungry wolf and began to howl wildly.

But this is Tseung Kwan O, and it’s Tseung Kwan O at night. One or two wild wolves is not big news.

After all, a few wolves went missing from the Tseung Kwan O Zoo a few years ago, and maybe they have developed into a wolf pack.

"9527! The password is 9527! Jarvan's paging station!"

Ma Biao quickly told Chi Mengli everything he wanted to know.

Xizai, who was standing nearby, quickly picked up the phone, dialed the number of Jiawen Telecom Station, said the password 9527, and received a text message.

"The boss still needs a beauty, same time, same place, Greyhound 7!"

Xizi recounted everything he heard and hung up the phone.

"Victoria Harbour AS78 Pier, nine in the morning, seven people!"

This time, Ma Biao learned his lesson and took the initiative to tell Chi Mengli everything he knew without waiting for him to ask.

"Why seven people?"

Chi Mengli was a little confused. They were doing murder and robbery, a job that would cost them their lives. Why not just do it once? If they did it more than once, there would be a risk of being exposed. No matter if it was Song Sheng or the professor behind the scenes, they would not do such a stupid thing.

Being safe before and being safe next time are two different things and cannot be compared.

"Keep an eye on him, he can't die now!"

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. Chi Mengli threw the pager in his hand to Xizi and asked Xizi to find someone to guard Ma Biao, the loser.

"I know! Don't worry, Brother Sheng!"

"Beep beep beep"

The pager alert sounded again, but this time it was Chi Mengli's own. The three pagers corresponded to different people.

The blue Motorola is the special phone for contacting Guo Guohao, the yellow one is the Dongying Sanxin, which is a one-time mission phone given by Shenxianjin, and the black pager is ABC Jiaxun, which is his daily pager.

This time, it was the daily machine that rang.

Chi Mengli picked up the phone and dialed the communication station. After entering the account and password, he realized that it was Situ Tiangang who was looking for him.

This representative of the Hongmen headquarters has been eating and drinking in Hong Kong in recent times and has not done any real work. He sends text messages to himself, either asking to go fishing or drinking.

But this did not dispel Chi Mengli's suspicion, but deepened his judgment, so he asked Bazhi to send his men to keep an eye on Situ Tiangang to see what this guy was doing.

The prosperity of Honolulu cannot be compared with that of Hong Kong today. This young master Situ played with foreign horses every day and held big parties every night in Honolulu. It is impossible that his taste has changed after arriving in Hong Kong and he likes the oriental beauties!
However, Eight Fingers' henchmen followed him for several days but didn't find any useful news. They were useless among useless people. They only said that Situ Tiangang met with different foreign women in the Peninsula Hotel.

Chi Mengli walked out of the stuffy container holding the phone and dialed the number left by Situ Tiangang. After the prompt tone sounded a few times, Situ Tiangang's voice appeared in the microphone.

"Ah Sheng, where have you been?"

"I ate some great Champion Porridge and wanted to bring some to you, my good brother. But when I got to Hongsheng Queguan, I found that you were not there. So I can only give the Champion Porridge to your minions!"

Hearing that Situ Tiangang had sent him a bowl of champion porridge, Chi Mengli said happily: "Oh my god, I'm so unlucky that I missed Brother Tiangang's midnight snack."

"I'm in Hong Kong right now, drinking with a new girl, so I definitely won't be able to make it back in time."

"If you have nothing to do tomorrow, let's have morning tea together?"

If you are too attentive to someone for no reason, you are either a traitor or a thief. Chi Mengli believes that he and Situ Tiangang do not have a very deep relationship. Bringing porridge to someone's house is almost the same as sending them to their final resting place!

"No need for morning tea! If you're with a girl, you'll definitely be exhausted the next morning. I won't bother you from recovering."

"I'll come to you tomorrow afternoon and talk to you about serious matters!"

"After all, I'm leaving Hong Kong, so I have to have some fun with you, my good brother."

"Okay! I won't talk about it anymore. I won't delay your date with the new girl!" After Situ Tiangang finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Situ Tiangang is leaving!
This playboy is leaving without doing anything!
unreasonable!
Very unreasonable!

Could it be that while his attention was diverted, Situ Tiangang had already reached an agreement with the Hongmen societies in Hong Kong!

Chi Mengli was stunned for a moment, put the microphone on the landline, and began to think.

Situ Tiangang, Professor, Nine-tailed Fox, Ruan Wen, Nine Girls, Boxing Champion Sheng, Tatsha, Robin, Coffin Maker
This long list of unrelated names cannot be pieced together at all. There is a lack of a thread, a main thread that connects all of them.

Of course, it is also possible that these people are unrelated and they just happen to appear at the same time and place.

But is it really like this?
Chi Mengli stood in the sea breeze for five or six minutes, but there was no way to put these people together, so he could only return to the container.

"Acong, you stay here and pry open this loser's mouth. I want to know all the details about Boxing King Sheng's underground betting station, and how this loser responded to his boss."

"Ask them all!"

"Xizi, you and your people, stay with Acong."

"Adong, let's go!"

Chi Mengli put the phone back on the table and asked Bo Xidong to leave.

The two men walked to the yard, got in the van, and drove along the road towards Kowloon Island.

"Adong, how is the investigation going on for the thing I asked you to investigate?"

Chi Mengli, who was sitting in the passenger seat, took out two cigarettes, lit them both, and handed one to Bo Shidong.

Bo Xidong took a bite of his cigarette, blinked, and replied, "I asked someone. None of the well-known red sticks and gang members of the Haojiang Water House Branch left Haojiang. Because it is winter now, the two gambling ships on the high seas have also changed from going out to sea once a week to once every two weeks."

"Recently, there are fewer gamblers from Southeast Asia and Japan. All of them choose to go skiing in France and Switzerland. According to past experience, there will be more gamblers in Macau after January."

"But there are a lot of guests from South Korea recently, and several Nima Halls are full."

It seems that my competitor hasn't set off yet!
Chi Mengli leaned back in his chair, took a puff of cigarette, thought silently, and said, "Keep an eye on these losers, don't be reluctant to spend money. As long as someone from the Haojiang Water House Branch comes to Hong Kong, tell me immediately and send someone to find their whereabouts."

"This is a matter of utmost urgency. Leave it to Jimi."

Bo Xidong didn't know what Chi Mengli was going to do, but he always listened to Brother Sheng and did whatever he was asked to do. Anyway, Brother Sheng would not harm him.

"Adong, what do you think of Ruan Wen?"

"Jimmy told me that Ruan Wen and Dutchman seem to be having an affair!"

Chi Mengli flicked the ash out of the window and spoke lightly.

Bo Xidong, who had always been a step slow, was not slow at all this time. He slammed the brakes hard. Chi Mengli, who was not wearing a seat belt, almost became a human cannon and flew out through the glass.

(End of this chapter)