Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 792, Section 382: I've got a ghost by my side!
It is difficult to part with charitable wealth!

Twenty tons of blue blood, ten tons of fire phoenix, even if the water room is stripped bare, it's still 210 million Hong Kong dollars.

More than 200 million! Even Li Ka-shing wouldn't be willing to cut his losses so easily.

Ninth Sister took out her cigarette case, lit one with trembling hands, and looked at the sea not far away.

Actually, it's not just over 200 million!

Because all the silver paper in the vault had been sent to Handsome Sheng's antique shop, and with the cleaned rice in the vault, there were at least 300 million silver paper.

There will definitely be no danger if we board the ship now. We will board from Tsing Yi and take a large speedboat. We will reach the high seas in half an hour.

Once you're on the high seas, the cops can't do anything to you.

But if I leave now, I won't be able to get back the silver notes I've pledged in the water room. This back and forth will soon amount to 350 million silver notes.

Leaving now would be too costly!

Find wealth in danger!
No pain, no gain!

Ninth Sister took the red cigarette off her lips, threw it on the ground, and crushed it with her shoe heel.

"Three hundred million taels of silver! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, let's give it our all!"

After making her decision, Ninth Sister glanced at Professor J beside her and shared her thoughts.

"Give it a try!"

The sunk costs are just too high!
When Professor J heard Ninth Sister mention three hundred million taels of silver, all the panic in his eyes disappeared.

The wages of avarice is death!
The future is bleak. I have already revealed my true colors this time, and the road ahead will be very difficult. Although Interpol will not directly arrest criminals.

However, Interpol will coordinate with police forces in various countries to issue arrest warrants for bookmakers like Professor J.

No normal country would like Miss Bai's business; they would definitely take the intelligence provided by Interpol seriously and start setting up a special task force.

If these cops can catch me, that would be great, but if they can't, they'll spread the word and drive me away.

The high seas are not entirely safe either; there are frequent double-crosses. Even if you manage to avoid being double-crossed by your own kind, you still have to avoid pirates and warships floating at sea.

In other words, after leaving Hong Kong this time, he may not have the chance to make money off pork anymore.

That three hundred million silver dollars was his last trump card, his final treasury.

Professor J quickly made up his mind. He exchanged a glance with Ninth Sister and decided to take a gamble.

Standing to the side, Wu Gang witnessed the scene before him. He couldn't understand it. Knowing there were tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den, was it bravery or foolishness?
All cunning schemes are in vain; greed, like a raging fire, leads to self-destruction!

He thought of the lyrics from "Ten Memorials to Yan Song," and felt a pang of emotion, but remained silent.

Since it was a joint decision, there's not much more to say.

Ninth Sister took the lead, and Professor J put his arm around her, leading his henchmen towards the warehouse area.

The group arrived at the warehouse area. When Shopee saw Professor J arrive, he quickly went up to him and said, "Boss, he's in warehouse number fifty-seven."

Professor J nodded and glanced at Ninth Sister. Ninth Sister didn't say anything, but simply let White Crane lead the way.

The group arrived at warehouse number fifty-seven. Ninth Sister glanced at the small box in Spinach Dong's hand and then asked White Crane to contact the old mage who had been arranged in advance.

Bai He took out a walkie-talkie he had prepared beforehand, coughed, cleared his throat, and said softly, "Uncle Six Fingers, we are in warehouse number fifty-seven."

"You can come over now!"

After a few seconds, a voice came through the walkie-talkie: "I know. Tell the young lady to see you in three minutes."

With a cigarette dangling from her mouth, Chi Mengli saw Bai He Lian Tong contacting the outside world and immediately said, "Ninth Miss, you should let everyone know when you contact the outside world."

"The meal we're all eating now is our last meal. If you attract the cops, we're all finished."

People can arrive together, but they absolutely cannot join halfway through.

Biao Jin and Bai Tou Ying had long been dissatisfied, but before they could voice their dissatisfaction, Chi Mengli beat them to it.

Deng Qi was indeed a big shot; the number behind him was piled high with the character "孝" (filial piety), and his reputation was absolutely resounding. People in the underworld would give him some respect.

But compared to his own life, Deng Qi's pride was utterly insignificant.

If Ninth Sister becomes a traitor and betrays everyone, they wouldn't mind sending Deng Qi and his daughter to meet the King of Hell together.

Ninth Sister sensed the unfriendly gazes of the group of stinky men in front of her, but her expression remained unchanged.

That's how it is in the underworld; you can't be weak, you can't give in even a fraction of an inch, you have to hold on to the very end.

If you soften even a little, these ingrates will treat you like a lamb and devour you completely.

“If I, Ninth Sister, were to be associated with the Emperor and become a traitor, even the cops wouldn’t believe it.”

Ninth Sister retorted directly, giving Chi Mengli no face at all. She glanced at Biao Jin, then at White Eagle, and continued, "Ah J is surrounded by the cops."

"I don't believe that anyone here is unaware of whether or not it has been done. Everyone knows the answer."

"Brother Sheng, you're the bookmaker. You've made such a huge mistake. Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

Chi Mengli, a cigarette dangling from her mouth, looked at Ninth Sister's face. "That damned old hag, she's so adorably stupid."

If you're out of your mind, don't go out and cause trouble for others.

"I will give you the explanation you want."

"But Brother Baihe, hand over the walkie-talkie first. If the person who comes is alright, we can continue the transaction. If the person who comes is suspicious, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Chi Mengli reached out and walked up to Bai He, asking him to hand over the walkie-talkie.

Ninth Sister's face was ashen, but she still nodded to White Crane and had her leader hand over the walkie-talkie.

Baihe was a little unwilling; the current rhythm was being controlled by Liangzai Sheng, which was not right.

But the boss of the Beggars' Sect had already spoken, and he couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to hand over the walkie-talkie to Handsome Sheng.

Chi Mengli grabbed the walkie-talkie, a smile on her face, her thumb gripping the metal edge at the bottom of the device before her index finger.

The sharp edge, worn smooth by long-term use, becomes a narrow flat surface that fits perfectly against the fingertips when applying force.

The walkie-talkie was heavy, weighing at least two or three pounds. Chi Mengli weighed it in his hand for a moment, then held it in his palm. His arm hung naturally, with his elbow slightly bent at a 15-degree angle.

In this seemingly relaxed posture, the internal rotator muscles of the forearm have quietly tightened, aligning the edge of the walkie-talkie with the back of the white crane's neck diagonally behind.

"Confess! I'll give you an explanation right now!"

Chi Mengli muttered to himself, his smile unchanged, his gaze fixed on the key spot on the back of the white crane's neck.

The Fengfu acupoint is located one inch directly above the midpoint of the posterior hairline, in the depression between the lower edge of the skull and the spinous process of the first cervical vertebra. The exact location of the Fengfu acupoint is in that gap less than two fingers wide.

The greater occipital nerve and branches of the vertebral artery are distributed under the skin at this acupoint. If it is struck precisely by a blunt object, the nerve signal will be blocked instantly.

Vertebral artery spasm can cause insufficient blood supply to the brain, resulting in brief unconsciousness within 0.3 seconds.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Mengli's right arm moved, not in a conventional turning swing.

Instead, the forearm suddenly rotates outward with the shoulder joint as the axis, while the waist twists slightly to the left, transmitting core power to the right arm through the latissimus dorsi muscle.

The walkie-talkie was thrown out of his hand in an arc, its edge always aimed at Baihe's Fengfu acupoint.

No one saw this sudden attack clearly until it was only five centimeters away from the back of the white crane's neck, at which point the creature realized something was wrong.

Just as the white crane was about to contract its neck muscles, the walkie-talkie was already at the back of its head.

With a dull thud, the walkie-talkie fell to the ground.

Chi Mengli's move was skillful and measured. The edge of the walkie-talkie was precisely embedded in the depression of the Fengfu acupoint, and the force penetrated the subcutaneous fat and reached the spinous process of the cervical vertebra.

Traditional martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine are inseparable. Westerners' boxing and free fighting techniques attack organs, while traditional martial arts attack acupoints and joints.

Of course, both traditional martial arts and boxing emphasize technique, and both acknowledge that weight determines everything.

It's not difficult for a martial artist weighing 150-160 pounds to knock down a fat man weighing over 200 pounds. But if both are martial artists, the strongman weighing over 200 pounds will definitely win.

Chi Mengli's learning came from a family tradition; from a young age, he had to look at acupoint charts, but these were not modern, precise acupoint charts; rather, they were acupoint charts passed down from the Song Dynasty.

This painting was obtained by Chi Mengli's father from Chinatown in New York after much effort. When Chi Mengli went to Liulichang in Beijing, he even had it verified by a trusted master. Although it's not a brand-new antique painting from last week, it's not too old either; it's a reproduction from the late Qing Dynasty or early Republic of China period.

The image is from the wrong era, but the content on it is correct. To be precise, this fake painting is not an acupoint chart, but a Qi source and flow chart.

This painting was created by a Taoist priest from the Northern Song Dynasty, one of those mysterious and enigmatic alchemists in Chinese history.

Qi practitioners believe that there are eighteen Qi channels in the human body. Blood flows through the blood vessels, while Qi circulates in the Qi channels.

Martial arts are about severing the vital energy (qi) in a person's body. Once a person stops breathing, their three spirits leave their body, and they temporarily lose their soul.

This is also why martial arts practitioners in the Ming and Qing dynasties all possessed some medical skills.

Bai He's body froze instantly. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, but it lost its strength in mid-air, and his fingertips drooped limply.

His pupils dilated from normal to the edge within half a second.

The "uh" sound that was about to escape from his throat got stuck there, and his head tilted uncontrollably to the left.

Chi Mengli had anticipated this; her left hand swiftly reached down to Bai He's chin, her palm supporting his chin and her thumb pressing against the lower edge of his jawbone.

This not only prevented his head from hitting the ground and making a sound, but also further restricted his movement by pressing on his jaw joint; the whole set of movements was smooth and fluid.

"Handsome Sheng, what are you up to?"

When Ninth Sister saw Chi Mengli make a move, she took out a miniature pistol from her pocket and aimed it at Chi Mengli's head.

"Let go of Baihe, or I'll smash your dead head open and use your skull to cleanse my shit!"

No one present understood why Handsome Sheng had made a move.

But when Spinach Dong, being a good brother, saw that Ninth Sister had taken out the short dog, he immediately ripped open his jacket and stood in front of Chi Mengli.

"Fuck your mother! Who are you trying to fool! Your father isn't easily scared."

"Let's all hang up the thunder now, and then we can play Pai Gow on the road, so no one will be alone!"

Inside the jacket of the gambling addict, Spinach Dong, were fake sweet potatoes, but only Chi Mengli knew that these sweet potatoes were fake.

That's just a bluff!
However, this blunder was absolutely genuine; even on his way to the underworld, he couldn't forget about playing Pai Gow. What a blunder!

Spinach Dong, carrying a box in one hand and pressing the detonator with the other, looked arrogantly at Ninth Sister, showing no fear whatsoever. He even took two steps forward and pressed his head against the muzzle of the gun.

Seeing Spinach East lying there, with the earth gourd tied to his body, Ninth Sister panicked, but she quickly recovered and gritted her teeth, refusing to back down.

"Great! If we're going to die, we'll die together. We won't be alone in the underworld, everyone can be scared!"

If you're going to stick it out, stick it out to the end. This is your chance, little brother. If you let us down at the crucial moment, the whole family will be ruined!

Even if Ninth Sister has countless opportunities to make money in the future, no one will follow her.

"Bai He is a traitor! He doesn't even know he's keeping a ghost in his house! He's such a fool!"

Chi Mengli revealed the answer directly, then took a half step forward with her left foot, pressing her knee against Bai He's kidney acupoint on his lower back.

This acupoint, located two inches lateral to the spinous process of the second lumbar vertebra, can trigger spasms in the lower back muscles when subjected to vertical pressure, completely eliminating the possibility of the other party struggling.

He kept his left hand in a supporting position, while his right hand slid down along the white crane's shoulder line to begin the body search.

His fingertips first touched the wallet in the inside pocket of his suit, and after carefully examining it, he found nothing suspicious inside. Then, in front of everyone, he threw it on the ground.

After searching her upper body, Chi Mengli began to feel her waist, where she found something hard on her right side.

When gangsters make transactions, they always carry weapons because the middlemen usually don't show up. Carrying weapons is to prevent being double-crossed.

Chi Mengli pressed her thumb against the holster's buckle, hooked her index finger around the edge of the holster's buckle, and gently pried it open, revealing the grip of the Black Star pistol.

Reaching out and gripping the gun handle, you can clearly feel the residual body heat on the gun.

Instead of immediately drawing his gun, he first turned the muzzle to the ground, pushed the safety pin with his thumb to confirm that it was closed, and then hooked the trigger guard with his index finger.

He pulled the gun out of its holster, placed it directly on the ground, and then kicked it away so that the white crane could no longer touch it.

Recently, Chi Mengli has been participating in shooting club training and has learned many practical tips.

However, because of his Triad affiliation, he was not allowed to participate in rapid shooting competitions or even apply for a gun license.

After searching for the gun, Chi Mengli released her left hand that was supporting Baihe's chin and instead pressed down on his shoulder.

Press his body down to the ground, place his right arm on Baihe's back, and keep his knee pressing on the Shenshu acupoint.

He bent down and squatted down, his left hand gripping the heel of Baihe's left leather shoe. From the first moment he saw the shoe, he felt something was off about it.

This wasn't because Chi Mengli knew the inside story, but rather because her sixth sense was reminding her that there was danger.

His fingertips touched the seam of the leather and found that the heel had been cut open, but the workmanship was excellent, leaving only a gap of less than one millimeter.

Give me a knife!

Chi Mengli didn't have the habit of carrying a folding dagger. He stood up and, without the slightest hesitation, stomped on Bai He's legs, breaking them off.

"what"

The white crane was jolted awake by the pain, its face covered in dust, and it kept wailing.

Ninth Sister was also shocked by what Handsome Sheng said. Bai He had indeed been acting strangely lately, often absent-minded.

Since nothing happened, she didn't think anything of it, but after being reminded by the handsome Sheng Yi, she immediately realized that something was wrong.

When Da Ye saw how ruthless Liang Zai Sheng was, he was also terrified, because there was more than just Bai He in this warehouse.

But he was closest to Handsome Sheng, and after obtaining the boss's permission, he handed him a folding dagger.

Chi Mengli glanced at Da Yezai with a half-smile, said nothing, and used a folding knife to pry open the glue.

Press your thumb against the metal clip on the inside of the heel, while pressing your right hand against the toe to hold it in place, and then use the force of your knee to pull it upwards.

With a tearing sound, the joint between the leather and the wooden heel was ripped apart, and a black device the size of a fingernail rolled out from the hollow heel.

Chi Mengli reacted quickly, catching the locator with her left hand. The locator was small, about the size of a button battery.

You can feel the fine texture on the frosted shell with your fingertips, as well as the slight vibration every two seconds.

This is the locator transmitting a signal!
Chi Mengli pressed the groove on the side of the device with his thumb to pop out the hidden antenna. After confirming that the antenna was intact, he stuffed the locator into Bai He's clothes.

At this moment, the white crane's body was still twitching slightly, and its eyeballs under its eyelids were trembling, but it didn't even have the strength to turn its head.

A faint purple bruise has quietly appeared at the Fengfu acupoint on the back of the neck, which is the mark of subcutaneous capillaries ruptured by impact.

Chi Mengli stood up, stepped on Bai He's wrist with her right foot to prevent him from resisting after waking up, and reached into her pocket with her right hand to take out a pair of twin leaves.

He bent down and twisted Baihe's arms behind his back, pressed down on his elbow with his left hand, and unlocked the handcuffs with his right hand. With a "click," the handcuffs locked tightly against Baihe's wrists.

After completing all this, Chi Mengli released her foot from Baihe's wrist and squatted down to examine Baihe's pupils.

His pupils had returned to normal size, but his reaction to light was sluggish, indicating that the impact on the Fengfu acupoint was still ongoing and could keep him unconscious for at least ten minutes.

"Ninth Miss, your henchman has always been in contact with the cops. Now that he's been caught red-handed, I don't think you have anything to say, right?"

Chi Mengli closed the folding dagger, tossed it to Da Yezai who was watching the commotion, and walked over to Bo Cai Dong, telling him to put on his jacket.

If his chest is covered in mud potatoes, it wouldn't be good if it scared the flowers, plants, or kindergarten children.

The moment Ninth Sister saw the locator, she knew that White Crane had really become a traitor.

Caught red-handed, she had nothing to say, and could only snort coldly as she put the miniature pistol back into her pocket.

"We're being watched by the cops now. Should we run away and reschedule the deal later?"

Biao Jin's expression looked familiar. The locator was under the heel of Bai He's shoe, which meant that the cops already knew that they were at the Oak International Wharf.

Even if he gets the goods himself, he can't transport them out. If he gets caught red-handed by the police, he'll definitely be imprisoned in the ancestral hall.

To die peacefully in prison is a very fortunate thing in life.

Such good fortune is something Biao Jin certainly cannot enjoy. His clients and partners are all important figures. If they weren't important figures, they wouldn't be able to protect Miss Bai's path to wealth.

Even if I swear to God that I won't reveal the secret, they won't believe me, because the living are unreliable. Only when I become a silent dead man will they feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)