Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 94: The Unlucky Middleman
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After coming out of the Pearl Building, Bo Xidong said hello to Jimi and the others, then got on a Toyota Supra-A40 and headed for Lascar Street in Sheung Wan with a van full of thugs.

In the early days of Hong Kong, many curry sailors and soldiers liked to gather here to sell goods. The Hong Kong citizens at that time liked to call Indians "Moracha".

The so-called Moro refers to the curry boys and South Asians who believe in Sikhism and tie their hair in turbans. The citizens called it this and it really became Moro Street.

The foreigners in the Chief Secretary's office also abandoned the original street name and re-registered Lascar Street as the correct name in the road register.

Many streets in Hong Kong are like this. The original street names were too literary and citizens did not like to call them that, so they all called them by the commonly accepted street names. As time went by, all the names were changed.

Lascar Street is one of the tourist attractions in Hong Kong. Michelin Tire Travel Magazine made a special report on Lascar Street. European and American backpackers flocked to the street when they saw such a unique antique market in the far East.

Whenever these backpackers come to Hong Kong, they always buy some souvenirs from the mysterious East to take back with them, so the antique artworks fresh from the antique counterfeiting assembly line on the shelves of hundreds of antique shops on Las Vegas become their targets.

South Asians, the curry guys, continue to operate around Las Vegas and have developed curry cuisine that suits Hong Kong’s taste. Now all the fish balls in Hong Kong are curry-flavored.

It was already past the morning rush hour and there were not many cars on the road. Bocaidong and his men sped along the way and soon arrived at Lascar Row in Sheung Wan. The two cars stopped opposite a restaurant called Ganges Delhi.

After getting off the Toyota Supra-A40, Bozhidong found a mud spot on the front hood of the Toyota Supra-A40, so he quickly reached out to remove the mud spot. Brother Sheng had already said that this car officially belonged to him from today.

Since it is your own car, you have to treat it well and do some maintenance on it. After all, this is the first car in your life.

Following Brother Sheng, you will have a house and a car, and you will be very successful.

The God of Wealth should be worshipped, and those who want to murder the God of Wealth and the boss of Jiabaimen should all be killed.

Thinking of this, the smile on Bo Xidong's face completely disappeared. He waved his hand, and the men behind him immediately rushed into the restaurant called Ganges Delhi.

As it was not yet time for lunch and the restaurant had just opened, a curry boy was mopping the floor and cleaning. When he saw someone coming in, he wanted to say that the restaurant was not open yet. But before he could say anything, he realized something was not right. The small front hall was full of people.

When Curry saw that something was wrong, he immediately ran away to the kitchen to find the boss.

Bo Xidong doesn't like curry, except for curry fish balls of course. He walked into the restaurant with a strong smell of spices, found a clean chair and sat near the bar.

"What do young and dangerous people have to fear? Failure! I pay my fees on time, what do I have to fear?"

Simbazai, the owner of Ganges Delhi Restaurant, walked from the kitchen to the front hall, speaking Cantonese with a very arrogant attitude.

"My dear bosses, if you want to eat, I welcome you very much. We are all from the martial arts world, so I will give you a 20% discount. If you come here to cause trouble, I will not accompany you. This is Heyi's territory."

"If you don't know what's best for you, I'm going to go talk to Axe."

Simba picked up an unfinished box of Red Wan from the bar, put one in his mouth, crossed his legs, and looked at Bo Xidong who was sitting on the chair.

"My name is Bocai Dong, and my boss is Liangzai Sheng."

"I don't come to Sheung Wan often, and Simba doesn't know me, it's very normal."

Bo Xidong took out a pack of Camel cigarettes from his pocket, put one in his mouth and lit it, then spoke slowly.

When Simba heard the names Handsome Sheng and Bocai Dong, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"It seems that Brother Simba knows a nobody like me." Although Simba's panic was only for a moment, Bocaidong, who had been staring at Simba's face, still caught the guilty conscience of this fugitive.

"Haha, it turns out to be Brother Dong, I've heard a lot about you."

"I have the best Darjeeling black tea here. You must try it. I'll get it for you now. Wait a moment."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Simba was ready to use the last trick of the Thirty-Six Stratagems, slipping away as soon as possible, but as soon as he made a move, he was blocked by two men and pushed back into his seat.

"Brother Simba, I originally wanted to try my luck. After all, it's said in Hong Kong that if you want to find a sharp South Asian knifeman, you must come to Ganges Delhi Restaurant and have a meal of chicken curry."

"I won't be long-winded, nor will I embarrass you, Brother Simba. Just give me the information of the mastermind behind this, and I'll leave right away."

"otherwise."

Bo Xidong deliberately dragged out the sound.

The thugs in the room immediately understood what he meant and started to take action, picking up the nearest tables and chairs and starting to smash them.

Huanxi came to the top, and Bocaidong's leader became Fire Dog. He picked up Simba and threw him to the ground. He then picked up the chair under the butt of the fallen Curry and smashed it on Simba's head again and again.

"Brother Dong, I don't know! I don't know!"

“Aaaaaaaaaaa.”

Bo Xidong stood up, walked to the corner, took out a bottle of Coca-Cola from the cola box, bit it open with his teeth, took a sip, and then shook his head in disgust.

The taste of Coke is much worse without ice.

"Stop, you barbarians. Brother Simba is a senior in the martial arts world. If you, the street thugs, offend him, aren't you afraid that he will ask the South Asian swordsmen to kill you?"

Bo Xidong took a look at Simba, who was lying on the ground dying, and walked over, squatted down, and whispered, "Brother Simba, why bother!"

"You didn't make much money from this deal. If I didn't tell you and you didn't tell me, who would know that it was you who leaked the information?"

"You've seen it too. If I can't get the answer today, I won't leave, and you won't be able to go to the clinic to heal your injuries."

"If you really want to be a hero, Simba, I don't mind sending you to the dog kennel. If one day doesn't work, I'll keep you there for two days. If two days don't work, I'll keep you there for four days."

"I am very patient and will definitely play with you to the end, Brother Simba."

In just three minutes, Simba went from being a cool and arrogant restaurant owner to a drowned dog. His eyes were so swollen that he couldn't open them, his nose was broken, two of his front teeth were missing, and he had trouble breathing.

Bo Xidong waited patiently for a minute, but Simba still didn't speak. This guy was a very dedicated killer middleman and very professional. He was able to keep the secret even after being beaten up. He was really great.

He gave Simba a thumbs up in his heart, expressing his admiration from the bottom of his heart, then picked up the soda bottle in his hand and smashed it on the man on the street.

(End of this chapter)