Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 791, Section 381: A Gathering of Heroes

The unwritten rule in the martial arts world is to respect the elderly and fear the young.

Respecting elders is because they hold the key to wealth. Who is the leader, the disciple, and who will take over this path to wealth? Bowing and kowtowing for money is not shameful.

The fear of the young is simple: if a newcomer wants to rise to the top, they must step on the heads of the old guys to climb up.

The slug didn't say a word, but stepped aside, its eyes filled with a sinister look.

Biao Jin took out an aspirin, put it in his mouth, took a sip of water, and waited for the pill to go down before getting out of the car.

The snotty-nosed guy standing to the side quickly stepped forward to help the big boss out of the car.

"Brother Eagle, you've worked hard this time."

Biao Jin stood at the back of the van and greeted the bald eagle that was walking quickly towards him.

"Ah Biao, you're full of vigor! Not bad. It seems the rumors in the martial arts world shouldn't be taken seriously. As your old brother, I've been worried sick about you."

"After this business deal is done, let's have a drink and catch up."

The bald eagle's beak, as if smeared with a thick layer of ink, scrutinized Biao Jin's body with a critical gaze.

"He's sickly and about to pass away. He needs to take care of the business first. After that, I'll definitely order a table full of shark fin and abalone."

"These days, young people say that once you open a bottle of Rémy Martin, good luck will naturally follow."

Biao Jin continued, following the words of the bald eagle: "When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood; words that are a mixture of truth and falsehood are the hardest to distinguish."

The bald eagle was only testing the waters verbally, without taking anything further. Now is a critical moment; even if bidding for gold is about to end, the money must be paid.

"Ah Sheng, shall we begin?"

Bald Eagle glanced at the scoundrel smoking to the side. This scoundrel was always smoking; no one knew where he got such a strong addiction.

Upon hearing "bald eagle," the two scoundrels, having finished their pleasantries, turned the conversation to themselves.

Chi Mengli took the Double Happiness cigarette off her lips and flicked it towards the sea, saying with a smile, "Buyer, the foot has arrived, but the seller hasn't."

"Is it wrong for us to sell the goods before the seller arrives?"

"My system ensures that everyone's interests are protected. If one party is late or doesn't show up, the transaction will be canceled immediately."

Chi Mengli set the tone directly. Now that he has his own burdens on his head and the prestigious name of the water room on his shoulders, he certainly can't do whatever he wants.

The agreed time was 10 o'clock, and it's already 9:20.

Without the buyer's arrival, business is indeed impossible.

Both Bald Eagle and Biao Jin were elderly, so they couldn't stand in the blazing sun and got into the van to sit.

Chi Mengli stood under the blazing sun, enjoying the ultraviolet rays. Although the weather was hot, spending a long time in an air-conditioned room inevitably caused her joints to ache.

Go out and soak up some sunshine to absorb some yang energy; it's good for your health.

Ninth Sister arrived at the seaside road in the warehouse district at 9:37. After getting out of the car, she gave Chi Mengli a cold greeting and stood by the sea.

Professor J, whose makeup was ruined, appeared before everyone at 9:58.

The four groups—the dealer, the foot, the seller, and the buyer—have already gathered together.

Chi Mengli wiped the sweat from her forehead, stood up, clapped her hands, and said happily, "Everyone, everyone's here."

"Let me introduce you first. This is the living seal we invited. You guessed it, there is absolutely no trust between us."

"Let me make this clear from the start: whoever breaks the rules will end up selling salted duck eggs in the underworld."

Chi Mengli looked at Wu Gang, who was standing to the side covered in wounds, and explained the insurance for this transaction to everyone. White Eagle, Biao Jin, and Ninth Sister all knew what the "living seal" was for, and remained silent.

Because at this stage, everyone's interests are aligned, and the business needs to be settled first.

Wu Gang listened to Liangzai Sheng's introduction with a blank expression. The old hag had been so vicious before, she used every move to kill, and now she was covered in wounds.

On the way here, although I found a clinic to get bandaged up and stop the bleeding, and the yellow skin patch worked, I lost control of my body.

Only freaks can become stronger with each battle. I am just an ordinary person who has received training. Although I have practiced martial arts since childhood and forcibly trained to change my breathing rate and mobilize my bodily functions.

Simply put, it's like treating the heart as an engine, using air intake to change the engine's efficiency.

He took out two pieces of yellow leather from his jacket pocket, put them in his mouth, chewed them a couple of times, and swallowed them.

Professor J and this living seal-bearer are really lucky; they actually managed to break through the O-Team's encirclement.

Babi!

When Ninth Sister saw Professor J's disheveled state, she quickly moved closer to his side, and the two gossipy women began to whisper among themselves.

Chi Mengli mentally gave the living seal and Professor J a thumbs up. He coughed, cleared his throat, and continued, "Everyone is here."

"Uncle Eagle, we can begin!"

Bald Eagle jumped out of the gold-plated van, dusted off his cigarette ash, and nodded: "Warehouse No. 57, come with me."

After saying that, the bald eagle left without looking back and returned the way it came.

Without the slightest hesitation, Chi Mengli followed, with Spinach Dong, carrying a suitcase, quickly following behind, ignoring the bastards behind them.

Seeing Handsome Sheng and Bald Eagle leave, Biao Jin turned his back and looked at Snotty: "Are you all ready?"

"Everything is ready!"

Slug pulled out a signal transmitter and tapped his earpiece: "The men are in position, just waiting for your orders, boss."

Biao Jin nodded and walked in the direction where Chi Mengli and the others had left.

The slug pressed the signal transmitter, locked the van, and ran towards its boss.

Seeing that all the scoundrels had left, Professor J told Shrimp Boy to follow along and listen to what these scoundrels were saying, and to lead the way.

"What's the matter!"

After Professor J finished his instructions, Ninth Sister glanced at Wuhan Iron and Steel Group standing by the roadside, hesitated for two seconds, and asked, "Did you make yourself look so miserable?"

Professor J gave a wry smile and replied helplessly, "There was a traitor who caused the trouble. I was cornered by the cops in the Shenwei Building."

"I can't stay in Hong Kong anymore!"

Hearing that Professor J was trapped in the Shenwei Building and almost couldn't get out, Ninth Sister was also shocked.

She couldn't help but recall the divination slip her father had given her, and her brows furrowed.

"Boss, what should we do? Should we leave now?"

The white crane stepped forward, cautiously looking around, and asked if they should run away immediately.

Reason told Jiu Gu Niang that if she left now, she could save her life; if she went with Liang Zai Sheng and his gang of bastards, she would definitely die a terrible death.

Professor J remained silent. Usually, Professor A, the big shot, would handle these kinds of matters, but now that big shot was gone.

Moreover, she pays the fees and commissions to the number helper every month, so the number helper has to protect itself.

(End of this chapter)