Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 86: Flying Man

The skull is the strongest part of the human body. Even if you hit it with a hammer at full force, only a crack will appear.

However, the brain, protected by the skull, is the most vulnerable part of the human body. Even the slightest touch can cause irreversible damage.

The shovel hit my head with a crisp sound.

Chi Mengli saw the cold glow of the dog-leg knife, proving that his speculation and judgment were correct. However, it was not clear who sent this South Asian knifeman.

Big mouth duck?!

Tony?!

Or is it Tian Si hiding in the dark? !

These three idiots have enough reasons to kill me, even Hei Ah Hu and Ji Zai may hire someone to kill me.

Thinking of this, Chi Mengli did not hold back. He used all his strength and smashed the South Asian knifeman in front of him with a shovel. The knifeman only knew the target and didn't know the mastermind behind it, so there was no point in holding back.

The South Asian swordsman, whose head had been hit multiple times, immediately fell into a state of dizziness and could not even lift the knife in his hand.

"Crack."

The connection of the shovel head broke and it flew out directly. Chi Mengli was left with only a wooden stick in his hand. The shovel now was really not strong. He muttered something in his mind, then picked up the stick in his hand and hit the knifeman's arm hard.

The South Asian knifeman screamed in pain, and his hand could no longer hold the knife, so the knife fell to the ground.

Chi Mengli immediately swept away the enemy with one move and hit the South Asian knifeman on the temple with a stick. Even though the lights in the corridor of the housing estate were dim at night, he could clearly see the bloodshot eyes of the South Asian knifeman.

Sympathizing with your opponent during a fight is the stupidest thing to do. He immediately followed up with a move called "Li Pi Hua Shan" and used all his strength to hit the South Asian swordsman on the top of his head with a stick. The sturdy wooden stick was cracked due to the recoil.

The South Asian knifeman, who was beaten unilaterally, had blood oozing from his eyes and ears.

Chi Mengli didn't want to listen to the South Asian knifeman, so he hit him on the throat with a stick, breaking the cartilage. Then he broke his limbs with a ruthless move and threw the stick in his hand to the ground.

The South Asian swordsman fell to the ground, breathing hard, but not a breath of fresh air entered his body. His face quickly turned purple, and then he kicked his legs and died towards Liang.

He subconsciously took out the cigarette box, but Chi Mengli found that the box was empty. He immediately realized that the cigarettes in the box were used as hidden weapons by him.

Shaking his head helplessly, he walked to the door of his apartment, took out his key, opened the door, and then dragged the South Asian knifeman into the room.

There was spare ammunition in the room. He walked to the coffee table, picked up the cigarette holder, picked out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. After calming down his excited mood, he walked back to the front of the South Asian swordsman.

After taking off the mask, a face of Curry Boy appeared in front of Chi Mengli.

There are many knife-cutting agents among the Hong Kong Big Circle Boys. Because of the common language, even if the Big Circle Boys do not speak Cantonese, everyone can communicate in Mandarin, so it is more difficult to investigate.

But South Asians, especially the curry boys, are different. The South Asian agents who make a living in Hong Kong are easy to find because they come and go like the same old guys.

Chi Mengli took out a napkin from his pocket, wrapped his hands, and felt his pulse and breathing. When he found that the person was completely cold, he sat on the sofa and waited for Bo Xidong.

It seems that I need to train more. The attack just now was at least one or two seconds slower than before. If I were fighting a loser, these one or two seconds would not be a problem, but if I were fighting a master, this one or two seconds of reaction time would be enough to determine the winner!
"Brother Sheng, I bought some beer. The convenience store downstairs has more oden, beef offal, and curry fish balls." "What the hell?!!"

Bo Xidong walked into the apartment carrying a dozen cold beers, snacks, and a large bag of toilet paper, and found a South Asian man lying on the ground. He immediately screamed.

"What a fuss. Of course it's you, Boss. I've been too popular lately, and someone wants to get rid of me."

"Call Jimi and ask him to bring a bag over. Remember to bring a camera over, take a picture of this loser's face, and ask him who received the bonus."

"Since you want to play this game, then play it to the end."

Chi Mengli put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray and asked his men to come and deal with the South Asians in the apartment, but as soon as he said this, he felt something was wrong and quickly stopped Bo Xidong who was on the phone.

"Wait a minute. If I'm not mistaken, there is someone waiting downstairs, trying to catch me."

Bocaidong quickly put down the microphone in his hand, looked at Chi Mengli with a blank face, and listened to the boss's next arrangement.

"Pour beer on him, pour it into his mouth, and then find a bottle to wipe it clean and print his fingerprints. Move quickly, and when you're done, carry it to the rooftop."

Chi Mengli found a crushed can and a rice wine bottle from the trash can, wiped the fingerprints off them, and then printed the South Asian knifeman's fingerprints on them.

Bo Xidong suddenly realized what had happened and reacted. He opened a can of beer and poured it on the South Asian knifeman, pouring the whole can on the helpless man.

After completing the preparations, the two men worked together to pick up the South Asian knifeman and dragged him to the rooftop as if he were a drunkard. It was already late at night and the other residents of the housing estate had already fallen asleep, so no one interfered with the entire process.

After reaching the rooftop, Chi Mengli threw the beer cans and rice wine bottles against the wall, and then he and Bo Xidong threw the body of the South Asian knifeman down.

It would take half an hour to climb the Empire State Building by stairs without resting, but it would only take 8.8 seconds to jump from it.

The South Asian man smashed directly on the bicycle shed where the bicycles were parked, knocking down a row of bicycles in the shed with a loud noise.

Chi Mengli didn't even look at him and left without looking back, performing aerial acrobatics on the 19th floor of a housing estate. Even if Batman came, he would have to meet God, and besides, this defeated South Asian knifeman was already dead.

Bo Xidong, who was afraid of heights, didn't dare to look at it anymore. He quickly followed Chi Mengli back to the apartment.

Chi Mengli returned to the corridor and found cigarette butts and tobacco scattered on the floor tiles. He squatted down, reached out to pick up all the cigarette butts, put them in his pocket, swept the tobacco aside with his feet, took the shovel head and handle in his hands, and walked into the apartment.

Bo Xidong also followed suit, sweeping the tobacco on the floor tiles into the corner with his feet and closing the security door.

"Brother Sheng, I will check tomorrow. These curry boys and South Asian knifemen all received their bonuses from Sammy. There will be no problem if we find him. Even if he didn't do it, he would know something was wrong."

"Hey, you bastard, go find trouble with Brother Sheng and attack his mother."

"Brother Sheng, your skills are still as sharp as ever, and you are eye-catching enough!"

Spinach took off his coat, opened a can of beer, and took a sip of the cold beer.

(End of this chapter)