Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 623, Section 213: One After Another's Performance
Fear is a seed; once it takes root in your heart, it will blossom and bear fruit!
Mo Lao was unaware that his actions had a profound impact on the mind of his future financier.

After relieving himself, Wen Tianxin quickly pulled up his pants. Without even rinsing off, he returned to his metal bed, shivering.

Tony, who was clumsily dancing in the middle of the cell, frowned upon seeing this. He loved dancing and had recently enrolled in a dance class with foreigners. Even when watching TV shows, he would seize any spare moment to practice dancing.

He buys over a dozen sets of dance practice clothes that cost several hundred yuan each, and his dance shoes could fill an entire cabinet.

Elegant! Absolutely so elegant!

The elegant future dancer felt extremely uncomfortable when she saw Wen Tianxin's lack of hygiene. After relieving himself, he didn't even flush the toilet or wipe his hands. She felt as if she had swallowed a fly.

Mark picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water from the table and threw it at Wen Tianxin, who was lying on the bed, trembling uncontrollably.

Wen Tianxin, who was hit, jumped up in fright. He looked around but found that there was only Mark and himself in his cell. The dangerous man, who was like a wild beast, had not come to his cell.

"Damn it! You bastard! You should have some decency! Remember to flush the toilet after you're done!"

Upon hearing Mark's words, Wen Tianxin realized that Mark wanted him to flush the toilet, not to kill him.

"Sorry! Sorry! I'm off to charge right now!"

Feeling guilty, Wen Tianxin quickly got up, put on his leather shoes, and flushed the toilet.

Seeing that Wen Tianxin knew his mistake and was willing to correct it, Mark continued dancing. He knew that the dance studio would be re-selecting dance partners next week, and he needed to master the dance steps and techniques to try to find a new partner.

My current dance partner is a middle-aged woman who is struggling academically. She learns to dance to lose weight and exercise, not for the dance itself. After school, she doesn't practice dance steps, listen to music, or develop a sense of rhythm. Instead, she goes grocery shopping and takes care of her family.

Flop!

Tony, sitting in a chair next door, watched his boss wriggle around in the open space like a giant centipede and couldn't help but laugh. His boss's dancing had no grace whatsoever; if he had to describe it in one word, it would be "domineering."

Turning dance into combat moves is unprecedented!
Tony took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, reached under his shoe, pulled out a match hidden there, and struck it hard on the concrete to light it. He then lit the cigarette in his mouth.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, the smoke going down his trachea into his lungs and then out of his nostrils. After enjoying it for a few seconds, he turned his gaze to Mo Lao, who was sitting on the ground.

The people sitting on the ground must be those sent by the Wen family to do things. The fact that they are sitting on the ground means that the time has not yet come!
When the time comes, a bloody battle will surely take place.

Tony turned to look at Wen Tianchuan on the iron bed. Judging from his breathing, he should be resting with his eyes closed and not yet asleep.

Ignorance is bliss!
Time passed little by little, and the rascal Snake, who was sitting in the chair, kept yawning. He glanced at his watch and found that it was already eleven o'clock, so he turned off the radio and stood up.

The power struggles among his superiors had nothing to do with Lai Pi She. He only needed to remember all the orders and carry them out. He took the key from his waist, opened the doors to the three cell blocks in front of him, and turned to leave.

But before he left, he locked the cell door in the corridor.

The stage lights came on, the curtain was drawn, and the show began.

The starting pistol rang in his mind, and Moriarty got up from the concrete floor and glanced at Tony sitting in the chair.

Tony remained expressionless and showed no reaction. Even if the guy in front of him was the Hegemon-King of Western Chu, he couldn't fight three against one, especially since the Hegemon-King had a trump card up his sleeve.

The silent Mo Lao knew that Tony in the cell was there to protect Wen Tianchuan, and he also knew that this guy was no pushover. He had thought it through before he came: if he could handle him, he would live; if he couldn't, he would die here.

He had already received 200,000 yuan from the Wen family, enough to buy a new boat and make his family more comfortable. He was willing to risk his life for his family, which was very satisfying!
Thinking of his newborn daughter, a slight smile appeared on Mo Lao's usually stern and indifferent face.

Wen Tianxin, who had been keeping an eye on the situation in the next cell, noticed that Mo Lao had already stood up, and his heart jumped into his throat.

After taking down Tin Chuen-jai, it's my turn!

The thought wouldn't leave his mind, and the fuse in his mind finally went out.

"Tian Chuanzi, run! He's here to kill you!"

"Your father sent someone to kill you!"

"Hurry, someone come! Hurry, someone come! Help!"

Wen Tianxin, barefoot, jumped off the bed and rushed to the railing like a madman, shouting incessantly.

Lying on the iron bed, Wen Tianchuan heard his boss shouting like a madman. He opened his eyes, sat up, and didn't hear what his boss was saying at first. But when he did, his expression changed drastically, and he immediately rushed to the iron bars.

"Hurry, someone come! Hurry, someone come! Help!"

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Wen Tianchuan frantically pounded on the iron railings, calling for the uniformed soldiers to return and protect his safety.

Mo Lao was in a bit of a dilemma. The future tycoon's shouting would affect his performance. If he really called back Guan Lou's uniform, it would be difficult for him to do his job. He took out a thin iron chain about the thickness of a little finger from his pocket, shook it, and walked behind Wen Tianchuan.

"The boss told me to do things, and I accepted the money. I can only do things. I take people's money and solve their problems! You are a young master, so you must understand this principle! If you really died unjustly and became an evil ghost, and come to settle accounts with me, I will take care of it!"

Muttering to himself, Mo Lao walked behind Wen Tianchuan, flicked the iron chain, and put it around the young master's neck.

Completely helpless, Wen Tianchuan didn't notice the iron chain around his neck. By the time he realized something was wrong, the chain was already around his neck. He tried to pull it off, but then he couldn't breathe.

Tony remained seated, watching Mo Lao cook Wen Tianchuan. Handsome Sheng had previously instructed him not to make things too comfortable for the Wen brothers, but to make them suffer a bit.

Wen Tianchuan reached out and grabbed the iron chain, trying to catch his breath, but he was lazy and ignorant of farming, and was no match for Mo Lao. Gradually, his eyes rolled back.

It’s almost time!

Tony stood up, took a step behind Mo Lao, and punched Mo Lao in the left ribs with all his might.

The tall and strong Mo Lao had already noticed Tony's move, but his attention was entirely on Wen Tianchuan. He planned to kill the young master in front of him first, and then deal with Tony behind him.

But man proposes, God disposes. Tony's all-out punch shattered Morrow's ribs. The physical pain affected his brain, and his hands involuntarily loosened, giving Wen Tianchuan a chance to catch his breath.

Air entered his body again, and Wen Tianchuan, who had been hallucinating from being strangled, returned to reality. Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Lao's hands were weak, he quickly pulled the iron chain over his head, trying to break free!

Mo Lao quickly adapted to the pain in his body. He was a Tanka person, and when medicine was scarce, he relied on hard work to get through it. He could grit his teeth and endure this minor injury and pain.

Seeing that the iron chain had been removed from Wen Si Shao's neck, he sighed inwardly. The boss had instructed him to make it look like he had committed suicide, and not to mess it up!
It now seems impossible to achieve a flawless result!
Thinking of this, he quickly kicked out and struck Wen Tianchuan in the back.

Wen Tianchuan, who had tried to escape, was knocked down by the kick and lay motionless on the bed.

Having dealt with Wen Si Shao, Mo Lao threw the iron chain to the ground, turned around, and looked coldly at Tony.

"Is this fellow from the underworld also here for him?"

Mo Lao stretched out his hand and pointed to Wen Tianchuan, who was lying motionless on the ground.

"Yes!"

"However, our missions are opposite; I'm here to save lives, and you're here to kill!"

"If I'm not mistaken, you've come here to kill two people!"

Tony sneered, glanced at Wen Tianxin who was still shouting, and threw a bucket of dirty water on the old man Wen.

Wen Tianxin, who had been shouting himself hoarse, suddenly realized that the second person Mo Lao wanted to kill was himself. The thought that his beloved father was actually going to kill him filled him with shock and fear. Tears and snot streamed down his face, and he collapsed to the ground.

That's half right and half wrong! Mo Lao didn't know how to answer. He was not good with words, so since he couldn't give a precise answer, he remained silent.

There's no point in saying more; we'll have to settle this with fists and kicks!
Mo Lao struck first, his heel slamming into the concrete, leaving fine white marks on the edge of his cloth shoe, and then punched Tony in the head with his right hand.

Tony lowered his center of gravity and dodged to the right, avoiding the powerful blow. Taking hits without retaliating was not in Tony's nature. His previous combat instructor had said that the best defense is offense.

He agreed with the combat instructor's theory. He quickly raised his right hand, his tiger's mouth firmly locking onto Mo Lao's throat, and thrust it out swiftly, preparing to shatter Mo Lao's Adam's apple.

It's a deadly move right from the start! This is the standard fighting stance of the South An-Nan Special Forces, exuding an undeniable sense of oppression.

Seeing the deadly move coming, Mori quickly returned to defense and blocked Tony's attack with his arm. However, he did not expect that Tony was using a combination move, and immediately launched a second wave of attack with his left hand.

A muffled thud echoed in the confined space. Tony's straight punch grazed past Moriarty's nose, the force of the blow sending shivers down Moriarty's brow bone before striking Moriarty's arm. Having taken another hit, Moriarty's waist spun rapidly like a bearing, his left hand sliding along the inside of Tony's arm, his fingertips precisely gripping the nerve endings in Tony's elbow joint—a classic technique from the Boat Fist, a technique known for its deflecting and yielding power.

Boat boxing, also known as Jiangnan boat boxing or Zhoushan boat boxing, is said to have been invented by Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou. Originally used to train naval officers and soldiers, it later spread to the general public. Fishermen practiced this style of boxing on their boats to protect their property and defend against river bandits.

Originally, all members of the Hongmen (Triad Society) had to learn Boat Fist after joining the sect. There is even a saying that Boat Fist is the ancestor of Southern boxing.

After Chi Mengli became a patrol horse, Shenxian Jin took out a tattered box from a broken wooden box in Tuodi and told him to go back and practice it himself.

In their quest to restore the Han dynasty's land, the Hongmen lived and fought across the land for years, engaging in fierce battles on the bow of boats. The space at the bow was only the size of an eight-immortal table, limiting the range of motion and emphasizing the ability to punch even a cow lying down!

The footwork mainly consists of low horse stance and bow stance, with the center of gravity lowered to resist the swaying of the ship. Offense emphasizes close combat and quick strikes, like a cat catching a mouse, with rapid recovery. Defense involves using both hands to protect the upper and lower body like doors and windows, and rotating the body in place for defense.

The weapons used in conjunction with the fist techniques were all items from boats, such as raincoats, oars, paddles, and harpoons.

But Tony reacted faster, his left knee whistling as it struck Morrow in the ribs, forcing him to retreat hastily, his back slamming heavily against the metal bunk bed with a dull thud.

The bed frame groaned under the strain, and Mori used the rebound force to lunge forward, pressing his right shoulder firmly against Tony's lower abdomen, his hands locking Tony's lower back like iron clamps.

This was the ultimate move used on the fishing boat to deal with opponents who lost their balance in the wind and waves. It could have easily flipped the person over, but unexpectedly, Tony suddenly arched his back and smashed Mo Lao's head with his elbow like a hammer.

Mo Lao hurriedly turned his head to avoid it, and a burning pain immediately came from behind his ear. Warm blood seeped into his collar along his neck, and dark stains appeared on his sailor shirt, which was originally not clearly visible.

The smell of blood instantly ignited a violent aura. Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Lao dodged, Tony twisted his body forcefully to break free. His left arm, like an iron hoop, strangled Mo Lao's neck, while his right arm twisted Mo Lao's wrist behind his back. Using the bed frame as an axis, he strangled Mo Lao.

The military grappling technique of locking the throat was already in place. The coldness of the iron bed seeped into his skin through the thin fabric of his clothes. Mo Lao felt the air in his lungs being rapidly sucked out, and his vision began to blur.

At that critical moment, he suddenly leaned forward, his legs planted firmly in a horse stance, and with the instant Tony exerted force, he jerked backward. The weight of the two of them slammed onto the iron bed railings, the metal groaning in agony.

The combined weight of the two men could break an iron bar, let alone an arm made of flesh and blood. Tony could only raise his arm, and just as his arm was forced up, Moriarty opened his mouth and bit down hard on his forearm. At the same time, his right hand broke free of its restraints and curled his fingers into a claw to viciously poke at the other man's armpit.

This almost rogue-like fighting style stemmed from his real-world experience fighting for his life on fishing boats. Tony groaned in pain, and the force of his chokehold suddenly loosened.

This underhanded tactic worked, and Mo Lao continued to use the same trick, hitting Tony under the armpit again.

Tony couldn't take it anymore, but this was a life-or-death struggle, a fight to the death. He could only endure the pain and deliver a knee strike to Mo Lao's abdomen to buy himself more time.

After a brief exchange, the two sides quickly separated.

In the three-meter-square cell, the sharp edges of the iron bunk bed gleamed coldly under the pale light, and the air was instantly filled with a violent atmosphere of rust and sweat.

After catching his breath, Mo Lao spun around to avoid the attack, bracing himself on the edge of the bed with his left hand and twisting his body. His right hand then drew an arc, which was the starting stance of the "Waves Turning Flowers" move in the Boat Fist. The force of his elbow grazed Tony's ear.

However, the low ceiling of the cell severely restricted the space for exertion, forcing the palm strike, which should have been extended, to narrow its trajectory, reducing its power by more than half. Tony slammed into the iron bars, and the moment he grabbed Moriarty's wrist with his backhand, his shoulder thrust forward violently.

The most direct close-quarters collision in martial arts caused Mo Lao to experience a tearing pain in his ribs. He tried to deflect the force with his elbow, but his opponent's other hand locked his elbow joint tightly.

The rough, granular cement wall made my knees ache, and the footwork that made Boat Boxing famous by moving with the boat was completely unusable on the fixed ground.

A muffled thud echoed in the confined space as Tony's right fist landed precisely on Moriarty's ribs.

Mo Lao groaned in pain and bent his knees, trying to use the wave-riding step of the boat fist to get to the side. But his ankle had only turned half a circle when it was grabbed by Tony's iron-like arm. Tony then kicked him, and the two of them fell to the ground.

The ground control techniques of modern combat immediately took effect. Mo Lao was pinned firmly to the cold cement floor, and the heavy pressure from his back gradually suffocated his chest.

Mo Lao's neck veins bulged, and his right hand broke free from its restraints, curling into a claw and aiming straight for Tony's throat. This was the deadly and ruthless move of the Boat Fist in close combat.

But Tony was prepared. As he blocked with his left arm, he slammed his right elbow with all his might into Morrow's cheek. In the instant Morrow's ears rang, he felt as if his cheekbone had been hit by a hammer, and the iron bars in his vision began to twist and sway.

When the second elbow strike landed on his collarbone, Morrow's resistance completely fell apart. He tried to use the rowing motion of his boat fist to flip his body, but the heavy pressure of Tony's knee pressing against his lower back rendered all his techniques futile.

When the third heavy punch landed on his temple, a burst of blood red flashed before Mo Lao's eyes. The last thing he felt was his wrist being twisted behind his back, the cold iron bed leg pressing against his forehead, and the sweet, metallic taste of blood in his mouth completely overwhelming his consciousness.

Tony didn't stop. He kept throwing punches, continuing to pound his temples with all his might—the fourth punch, the fifth punch, the tenth punch.
The man, pinned to the ground, had stopped struggling; only unknown twitches remained.

Blood began to flow from Mo Lao's face, and his eyes remained open, staring blankly ahead.

Seeing this, Tony knew that Moriarty was definitely dead. He had taken more than ten punches to the temple. If he could still live, this tall and big man could apply to be the Chinese Superman.

The long battle left Tony drenched in sweat and nearly exhausted. He staggered and sat down on the steel plate, coughed a few times, reached into his pocket, took out his cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with the last match from the sole of his shoe.

Mark and Jason, standing in the corridor, breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Tony had won. Mark went into Wen Tianchuan's cell, while Jason went into Wen Tianxin's cell.

Mark looked at Mora lying on the ground, took out a thin bamboo skewer from his boot, and inserted it directly into his heart along his ribs.

The one with the bamboo skewer stuck in his heart, Mo Lao, showed no reaction, but the blood in his mouth gushed out even more.

The dead cannot be brought back to life! Mark stood up and walked to Wen Tianchuan's side, only to find that the guy had been kicked unconscious! He shook his head, hoisted Wen the Fourth Young Master onto his shoulder, and placed him on the iron bed.

Once Tony had caught his breath, he stubbed out his cigarette and threw it on the ground. He stood up, picked up the iron chain from the ground, and walked over to Wen Tianxin.

"Young Master Wen, I'll take two bonuses: one for protecting Fourth Young Master, and one for taking you down!"

"sorry!"

Tony tossed the chain to Jason, letting his trusted brother do the work; Jason was now all bark and no bite.

"Don't mess with me! I'll give you anything you want! I just want to save my life!"

"I have silver! One million! Five million! Ten million! Whatever you want, I'll give you, double! Triple!"

Wen Tianchuan's fate is now unknown, and I don't even have a helper. Even that beast-like man was no match for An Nanzai in front of me. With my weak arms and legs, I have even less hope.

But he didn't want to die. He hadn't had enough of the exciting world outside. He still had tens of millions of dollars in cash in the bank. That money was enough for him to go anywhere and live a comfortable life for the rest of his life.

As the iron chain drew ever closer, Wen Tianxin felt a surge of resentment. His father was willing to kill the two brothers just to save his own life; how ruthless of him!
Even tigers don't eat their cubs! Now it seems like just a load of nonsense!
Flop!

Flop!

Flop!

Wen Tianxin cursed inwardly as he collapsed to the ground, like a quail waiting to be slaughtered.

"It seems I came at the wrong time?"

"Wow! This is so lively! Brother Feng, this place is more interesting than the Governor's Mansion. Even Kowloon Walled City doesn't have such a lively Dragon and Phoenix Festival now!"

Chi Mengli, dressed in a swallowtail evening gown, walked into the prison area, followed by Spinach Dong, Liu Wenfeng, Acong, Xiren, and Dansijie.

Upon seeing a body hanging in the prison cell, Liu Wenfeng frowned, but he didn't say anything. The aftermath was simple: put the body in a body bag, load it onto an ambulance, and nobody would know!
"Ah Sheng! Brother Sheng! You're here! Please come and save me!"

When Wen Tianxin saw Chi Mengli arrive, he knew his savior had come, but his legs had already gone limp with fear and he felt nothing at all, as if they were useless. He could only beg for mercy verbally.

Chi Mengli walked into the cell and stood in front of Wen Tianxin. He looked around and observed the surroundings. He was already used to being in jail, but this was his first time entering Guanlou's cell.

Terrified, Wen Tianxin quickly clung to Chi Mengli's leg, afraid to let go, lest these Annan boys start beating him if Chi Mengli left.

"Young Master Wen, calm down! Be considerate of others and don't disturb them!"

Chi Mengli reached out and pulled Wen Tianxin up, telling him not to sit on the ground. "We're all decent people. Don't cry like this and make a fool of yourselves in front of the henchmen."

"Since I'm here, it means I'm willing to lend a helping hand and help Young Master Wen overcome this difficult time!"

Pulling Wen Tianxin to a chair and having him sit down, Chi Mengli took out a cigarette case, picked out a cigarette, put it in Wen Tianxin's mouth, and lit it with her newly bought Dupont lighter.

In Hong Kong, only manual laborers and people from the north of the border are willing to smoke low-end cigarettes like Double Happiness. Even gangsters know that smoking Double Happiness is a respectable thing to do.

Normally, Wen Tianxin would never smoke this kind of cigarette, but things are different now. He needs nicotine to numb his senses, so he doesn't care about the brand and is taking big puffs.

(End of this chapter)