Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 87: Flying Man (Part 87)
Chi Mengli hung his suit on the hanger, picked up the disposable paper bowl of beef offal from the old-fashioned bamboo coffee table, pushed the beef heart and intestines aside, and picked up a piece of radish soaked in soup.

After eating the carrot cubes in a few bites, he put down the beef offal, cleared his throat, and said, "Don't make a big fuss. After all, there's blood on it. We have to investigate secretly. I just want to know who did it."

"Tomorrow I'll go find the video game bear and a black dog that has been involved in a crime and has human blood on it."

"Take your time to eat. I'm going to sleep first. I'm very sleepy."

After giving the instructions, Chi Mengli walked into the bedroom and prepared to rest.

Hearing the order, Bocaidong scratched his head. He didn't know why the boss wanted to find a Black Dog (Black Star) with all the files. However, the two Vietnams had just fought, and firearms were floating on the sea in Southeast Asia. He could buy a Dead Dog for seven or eight hundred yuan.

If he couldn't figure something out, he just stopped thinking about it. He turned on the TV, turned down the volume, and then lay on his folding bed, watching TV programs comfortably.

Tian Si's Crown car was parked under the Mingzhu Housing Estate Building. He had already called the police, saying that a homicide had occurred in the Mingzhu Building. He adjusted his posture and continued to watch the excitement.

He paid to hire the South Asian knifeman, and the price was very cheap, only three thousand yuan per life, even if the target was a well-known underworld figure.

Tian Si, who was sitting in the car watching the fun, didn't think that the South Asian swordsman could defeat the handsome Sheng. He had seen the skills of the big-mouthed duck, and to be honest, it was very beautiful. Even the top warriors in the Yazaku might not be able to win steadily.

Whether it is the Hong Kong underworld or the Japanese underworld, money is one aspect, power is another, but what ultimately decides the outcome is the fighting skills of each of their henchmen.

The handsome guy who was able to defeat the big-mouthed duck is definitely not someone who can be solved by a killer who is willing to risk his life for three thousand dollars.

"President, Yuan Renqing has replied. The gunshot in front of Hongsheng Queguan was not caused by him, but Mr. Uesugi is indeed in the hands of Liangzai Sheng."

A member of the Tiandao team turned around, handed the file bag to Tiansi, and introduced the situation.

Tian Si opened the file bag, took out the photos inside, and looked at them carefully under the dim street lights.

The person in the photo was blurry, but he still recognized Uesugi Yuelai at a glance. He had been to the Sendai Research Institute and naturally knew the three god-level chemists of Yazaku.

"President, the place where he hid was a boxing gym in the water room. After Mr. Uesugi went in, he closed the gym and only left a back door for entry and exit."

"I asked someone to try to get in, but they failed. There was a bathroom with gangsters at the back door, and strangers were not allowed in."

The team members shared the intelligence they had gathered, then turned around and continued to observe the situation in the Pearl Building.

"Let Yuan Renqing keep an eye on this gym and see if there is any chance. His Highness the President has ordered us to capture Mr. Uesugi and continue to improve Happy Pills II."

"Although the first generation of Happy Pills has fewer side effects than other products, it still causes damage to the kidneys. It is not as good as the herbal extract Fushou Paste, and its effect is also much worse, that is, it has fewer processes and lower costs."

“How many happy pills have been sold recently?”

Tian Si tore the photos in his hand into pieces, threw them into a file bag, and put them on the back seat of the car.

"Mr. Big Duck took a package of goods from the dock yesterday. According to the price we agreed on before, ten dollars a piece."

"President, after Miss Do left the Peninsula Hotel, she bought flowers and fruits and went to visit Xi Pao's ward whose limbs were broken. I don't know what the two of them talked about, but Xi Pao's henchmen have already ordered a wreath."

"We sent someone to the handicraft shop to investigate. The wreath was used for Hongtai's funeral."

"Koushuifeng has worked very hard and introduced many frustrated old people. The terms have been almost negotiated. President, would you like to meet them?" The assistant continued to explain the situation, trying to figure out what to do next.

"They are just a bunch of small fry. I won't look at them. I have great use for these cannon fodders. Take good care of them."

Tian Si was talking about business with the Japanese bosses in Hong Kong and he didn't have enough energy. The Tiandao Group took control of the Aomori fishing grounds, which could produce tens of thousands of kilograms of oysters every day.

The demand for oysters in Japan has been saturated, so he volunteered to come to Hong Kong. One was to deal with Uesugi Yue, the second was to open up sales for Happy Pills, and the third was to help Aomori oysters open up sales in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is a paradise for wealthy people in Asia, and they mainly eat seafood from England and Australia. However, there is not enough seafood from these two places to share even within the Commonwealth, so Hong Kong can only get a very small share.

Even so, dozens of tons of high-end seafood have to be shipped from England and Australia every week.

Nowadays, serving a seafood platter is the most popular thing in nightclubs. A seafood platter, which includes a few oysters, a few scallops, a plate of octopus in sauce, two sea urchins, and a small portion of salmon, can be sold for six hundred and sixty-six dollars.

The cost price does not exceed one hundred Hong Kong dollars, which is absolutely a huge profit.

Tian Si is also planning to join forces with Japanese bosses to open nightclubs and izakayas in Yau Tsim Mong and jointly run the seafood business.

The assistant nodded. These scoundrels only care about money. As long as someone supports them in building their empire, they don’t care where the money comes from.

Taking money from the Japanese devils is just as immoral as selling prostitutes or making money as a groom by letting prostitutes perform. There is not much difference.

"Boom"

Tian Si, who was thinking about business, was attracted by a loud noise. Seeing this, the assistant immediately asked the driver to drive the car forward.

The Crown car drove to the bicycle shed and saw a bloody corpse. Tian Si could still tell the difference between South Asians and East Asians, but he only took a look and lost interest.

This guy, Handsome Sheng, is really cautious. He put a camera in the car in order to catch this guy in the act. Unexpectedly, Handsome Sheng came up with a way to break the deadlock.

"Let's go! The law enforcer is coming soon."

Tian Si rolled up the car window and asked the driver to drive to avoid trouble with law enforcement officers.

The soldiers in uniform who had received the alarm call in advance rushed to the Pearl Building. When they saw the bloody South Asian knifeman, they all felt sick and quickly walked aside to retch.

"Pull the street, go upstairs and take a look."

"Notify headquarters and have them send a forensic doctor over and set up a cordon."

The leading uniformed captain retched a few times. He took off the flashlight from his waist, shone it towards the Pearl Building, and found that there were no broken windows.

The South Asian man smelled very much of alcohol and there was a high possibility that he had accidentally fallen from the building.

Pearl Building is a housing estate building with no property management, no security, and no closed-circuit surveillance. You can only view it floor by floor.

The uniformed captain looked at the 19-story building, cursed, then took the elevator and checked each floor.

(End of this chapter)