MM Racing Chapter 5: Wearing a suit and tie is what makes a gangster.
Chapter 5: Wearing a suit and tie is what makes a gangster.
“Wuwu!”
After being hit a few times by Lin Sheng, Ruan Mei looked aggrieved and couldn't help but sob a couple of times.
Hearing the sobs, Lin Sheng's heart tightened. He quickly pulled Ruan Mei into his arms and asked gently, "Did it hurt? Let me rub it for you!"
Little Jewish girl got angry after Lin Sheng hit her, pouting and saying, "Ugh, I won't let you touch me!"
She forcefully slapped his hand away, stood up, picked up the account book from the table, and said angrily, "This morning I saw that a large batch of materials had arrived these past few days, and I thought you would increase production and try to keep the accounts right, but you actually hit me!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Sheng's heart softened.
But she still scolded him sternly: "Amei, this is no excuse for working overtime all night. Don't forget you have a heart condition!"
"I..."
The mere mention of heart disease makes Ruan Mei feel uneasy.
It wasn't because she was worried about her illness, but because she felt sorry for Lin Sheng and couldn't repay her for her care.
"I know you care about me, and I want to help you!" Ruan Mei said, her head lowered, her voice barely audible.
Seeing Ruan Mei's pitiful appearance, Lin Sheng stepped forward and hugged her, whispering, "There will be opportunities in the future, I believe it won't be long!"
"Mmm!" Ruan Mei looked at Lin Sheng, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
The two returned home together. Lin Sheng went into the bathroom, took out 500,000 yuan in cash from the bag, and summoned the lottery panel with a thought.
"Let's start with a ten-pull!"
Shampoo, hair removal cream, razor... experience book.
Aside from the guaranteed experience book, everything else was useless. Lin Sheng couldn't help but feel irritated, so he spent another 100,000 yuan on the lottery.
"Give me a strong nitroglycerin pill!"
Baseball bat, boxing gloves, eyelash curler... a guide to experience!
"Damn, I refuse to believe I can't win even after spending 200,000!"
Lin Sheng wanted to smash the lottery panel, because 100,000 could buy the life of a big shot like B.
This time I finally got the killing skill I'd been longing for: Wing Chun Eight-Cut Blade.
"grass!"
Lin Sheng felt like he'd been screwed over when he drew the sword technique.
Slap the three experience books onto the Eight-Cut Sword.
Skill: Eight-Slash Blade Level 3 (1/400)
Years of experience wielding a knife flooded his mind, and images of the Eight Styles of Knife Techniques appeared before Lin Sheng's eyes. Each strike was aimed at the weak points of the human body, and those hit would either be injured or crippled!
My palms have become thicker and calluses have appeared on them.
"call!"
The increased strength in his body made Lin Sheng even more excited. If he could draw the medicine that could treat Ruan Mei's heart disease, it would be a double blessing!
"Give me another ten pulls, pull for me!"
Nail clippers, Indian herbal oil, Liuwei Dihuang pills...heart-strengthening drugs!
Cardiac strengthening agents: enhance the heart's workload capacity.
Holy crap!
Upon drawing the item he wanted, Lin Sheng couldn't help but get excited and curse under his breath.
"Brother Sheng, what happened?"
Ruan Mei, who was cooking noodles for Lin Sheng in the kitchen, heard the noise and rushed over, looking at the bathroom door with concern, worried that something had happened to Lin Sheng inside.
"Great news!"
When Lin Sheng opened the door, he saw Ruan Mei with a worried expression. She was wearing a silk nightgown, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her eyes were sparkling, and her neckline was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a deep cleavage!
What excited Lin Sheng even more were her slender, smooth, long legs. He immediately stuffed the heart-strengthening drug he had just received into her mouth.
The medicine melted in her mouth, and Ruan Mei only felt a bitter taste, like mustard.
After their lovemaking, Lin Sheng held her and fell into a deep sleep.
While Lin Sheng was enjoying his time, some people were unable to sleep all night.
Chen Haonan stood in the hospital corridor, watching Chicken make pig-like noises as the doctor treated him.
"Brother Nan, are we just going to let this go like this!" Da Tian Er stood behind Chen Haonan, his face full of resentment.
The brothers grew up together and swore an oath to live and die together.
Now that Chicken's hands have been broken and three of his ribs are broken, how can we be brothers if we don't avenge him?
"Brother B has spoken; this matter ends here!"
Chan Ho-nam said coldly, but his face was full of resentment and anger.
He worked his way up to a higher position, only to be looked down upon by a lowly clerk. This disparity made him very angry.
"Leung Sing is just a lackey of Wo Luen Shing. How about we snatch the goods back and hand them over to Brother B to avenge Chicken?" Chow Pi didn't want to let it go so easily and proposed a revenge plan.
"My brother is right, I agree!" Baopi raised his hand in agreement.
"you..."
Seeing his brothers all around him sharing the same hatred for the enemy, Chan Ho-nam was very satisfied.
"In a couple of days, we'll go to Yau Ma Tei and snatch the goods back. We'll give Liang Sheng a good beating to avenge Chicken and show them the power of Hung Hing!"
......
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the bed.
Ruan Mei rested her head on Lin Sheng's arm, her legs wrapped around him, and a happy smile on her face.
Lin Sheng opened his eyes and saw the petite and charming Ruan Mei, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
Although the heart-strengthening drugs could not completely cure Little Jew's congenital heart disease.
But the effect will allow her to live like a normal person and experience all kinds of happiness!
The drug's effects last only 30 days; as long as you can keep getting it, living for decades is no problem.
"Let's make money, let's have a lottery!"
The first thought that came to Lin Sheng's mind when he opened his eyes was to make money. Only with enough money could he keep the people around him happy.
Lin Sheng gently removed the little Jewish man's thigh from his body, picked up the pager, glanced at it, and frowned.
The old lady fell at the hospital, so I rushed over to check on her.
"Damn it! All I did was beat up a pheasant, and this fatso comes to me for every little thing!"
Lin Sheng was so surprised by his boss's overreaction that he had no choice but to get up and go see him. He grabbed his clothes, went out, and took a taxi to Mingxin Hospital.
"Damn, why is it always the rooftop? Aren't they afraid of falling and dying in the wind?!"
Upon reaching the rooftop, Lin Sheng immediately spotted a fat man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses standing in front of the railing.
"Boss, why are you contacting me so early?"
Hearing the shout, Huang Bingyao turned around and saw the languid Lin Sheng. He couldn't help but scold him, "What time is it? I've been waiting here for almost half an hour. The wind has dried my tears!"
"Hey bro, if you don't like the wind, don't meet on the rooftop!" Lin Sheng walked up to Huang Bingyao and patted him a few times.
"What are you doing? Don't touch me like that!"
"Smoke!" Lin Sheng said disdainfully.
"I am a Senior Superintendent of the West Kowloon Police Force, representing the image of the police force. How could I possibly smoke!" Wong Bing-yiu said with an upright expression.
"Then what's this?" Lin Sheng held a cigar in his hand and waved it in front of him twice.
"This is a symbol of status!"
"Damn it, I don't believe you!" Lin Sheng said with a disdainful look, holding the cigar to his nose and smelling it.
Cohiba, this thing is pretty good, but it seems to be quite expensive!
Seeing Lin Sheng with a cigar in his mouth, Huang Bingyao was furious: "Looking at you, you don't look like a gangster at all. I can tell you're an elite police officer at a glance!"
"Boss, times have changed. Wearing a suit and tie is what makes a real gangster!" Lin Sheng mocked.
Street thugs wear leather jackets and jeans; the real tough guys wear suits and ties, and even the police don't dare to ask them a question when they go out.