Chapter 1: No matter what you're doing, you have to pay extra!

Causeway Bay, Xingfa Street.

Inside a steaming sauna hot spring pool.

Over a dozen burly men covered in tattoos were soaking in the pool, seemingly forming a forbidden zone around them; the short man in the lead appeared exceptionally smug.

Leaning back against the edge of the pool, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and scanned these Majai with his gaze.

One by one, they were all crooked melons and split dates, useless for any major task.

His gaze slid over the face of a handsome young man, and it suddenly brightened:

"Everyone put in a lot of effort in this sweep of the Eastern Star's turf. I've decided to hand the newly taken Bar over to Anan to look after. Does anyone have any objections?"

"..."

Hearing this, Chen Jiajun felt somewhat depressed, but his face showed no signs of it; he just said cheerfully, "Of course I have no objections!"

"Congratulations, Nan Ge!"

"Good! Tonight we go to Portland Street to hang out, Nan Ge is treating!"

As for those few crooked melons and split dates, they naturally raised both hands in agreement, because they were all Majai of Anan, Chen Haonan.

Chaopi, Jiaopi, Shanjie, Datian Er, and the others.

The atmosphere in the hot spring pool suddenly became heated; the few ordinary customers had already fled to the edge of the pool by now.

Chen Haonan still nodded cheerfully: "Many thanks, Da B Ge!"

Shanjie and the others crowded around Da B Ge to go drink, while Chen Jiajun left the bathhouse all alone.

Putting on clothes that felt quite vintage yet stylish, Chen Jiajun walked on the street, looking at the buildings full of 1970s style, and cursed under his breath: "Damn it, who doesn't use cheats when playing single-player games? You're doing this to me?"

That's right.

Chen Jiajun is a transmigrator.

In his past life, as a gaming enthusiast and a "Tu-Ba" junk collector, when Chen Jiajun was using cheats while playing a single-player game, his computer suddenly short-circuited, and his 29.9-yuan free-shipping iron-plate super power supply exploded on the spot.

The next second, Chen Jiajun arrived in this world that didn't belong to him.

After a period of familiarization, Chen Jiajun discovered that there were both real-life figures here and various characters from Hong Kong Island films.

Of course, triad societies, Chinese tycoons, and various superstars were even more indispensable.

Perhaps it was because the "Tu-Ba" junk collector never spent money.

Chen Jiajun's identity was just a tiny hoodlum in Hung Hing.

His Dalao was the Causeway Bay Zha FIT Ren, Da B.

Da B was currently at the age of being ambitious about his territory, spending all day making a racket on the streets with a bunch of Majai.

Chen Jiajun, meanwhile, hid far behind.

Having watched Hong Kong and Taiwan films for years, he had seen these scenes too many times.

Territory and such were completely useless.

Even if you got your hands on it, it would be in vain if you couldn't hold it.

When you're out on the streets, if you don't follow the right Dalao, getting ahead is impossible, but getting a funeral is quite likely.

Looking at Da B's excited appearance, Chen Jiajun felt that he was on the verge of a funeral.

Fortunately, Da B appreciated Chen Haonan more now.

His predecessor had followed B Ge since he was a teenager and had performed great meritorious service for him, but his status was far inferior to the newcomer Chen Haonan.

If not for knowing the plot, Chen Jiajun would even think Da B had some unusual view on love.

That didn't make sense either...

Chen Jiajun stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the sturdy, muscular man inside, and bared his teeth.

"With this body, this face, this capital, if I don't live off a woman, it's truly a waste of heaven's gifts. Why don't I have any Majai?"

That's right.

His predecessor had been in the society for so many years, and to this day, he didn't even have a single Majai.

Not only did he have no Majai, he had no status in the society, and his wallet was flat too.

He couldn't even afford to live in the most dilapidated public housing estate, and usually lived in a boxing gym.

You have to know that in this world's Hong Kong Island, which had just entered the eighties,

The society was gradually entering a sunset industry; who would still be in the triads these days?

In this era, of course, one should be doing real estate, finance, manufacturing, and tourism!

What's more, in Hung Hing, this Chen Haonan was known as "Righteous Nan," commonly known as having the "Seven Killings, Broken Army, Greedy Wolf" destiny,

None of the Dalaos, brothers, friends, or lovers around him had a good ending.

Brothers like Chaopi, Jiaopi, and Datian Er were all cursed to death, and even Dalaos like Da B and Jiang Tiansheng were cursed to death by him; even his own wife, Xixili, was cursed to death just the same!

Chen Jiajun did not want to be cursed to death.

But quitting Hung Hing was not something he could do in a short time,

Because this body was an Undercover.

His handler was named Zhuo Kai, a CID Inspector.

In a big society like Hung Hing, he had received quite a bit of information over these many years and cracked down on many black-hearted forces, but no matter what he did, Da B never trusted him, and naturally, he couldn't find any criminal evidence on Hung Hing.

And because he had done quite a few dirty jobs, he had offended quite a few people.

If he were to wash his hands of the business today, he would likely be hunted down by enemies the next day, drop dead, and go straight to his funeral!

Thinking of this, Chen Jiajun felt depressed and kicked an empty can on the ground flying.

But the next second, he regretted it, because two patrolling police officers were walking right in front.

On Hong Kong Island, littering is subject to a fine!

After explaining for a long time in front of the two officers, he finally avoided the fine.

With the pent-up frustration in his heart having nowhere to vent, he was just worrying when a notification sound suddenly rang out in his mind.

【Ding, the Money-Adding Recruitment System has been successfully bound.】

Hearing the system notification in his mind, Chen Jiajun's eyes lit up, though this Money-Adding Recruitment System left him feeling a bit confused for a moment.

Before he could react, a light screen that only he could see appeared before his eyes; inside was nothing but a large roulette wheel with a pointer on it, and as for everything on the wheel, they were all???.

"How do you play this thing?"

Chen Jiajun reached out his hand and flicked the roulette wheel, and the pointer began to spin at high speed, almost spinning out sparks; if one were to reach out and touch that pointer, the force of its rapid rotation would likely slice a finger off.

The pointer trembled continuously while spinning, as if countless forces were trying to make it stop.

After a long while, the pointer seemed to have grown tired of spinning, its speed slowly decreasing until it finally stopped on a business card for Doomguy, which had a few streaks of blood on the back.

"Doomguy?"

Looking at this familiar yet strange name, a hint of excitement appeared on Chen Jiajun's face; could this be the one from his memories?

After carefully reading the system instructions, he understood the purpose of this system.

Simply put, it allows for lucky draws to summon powerful characters into the real world.

The system can even automatically generate identification documents and change their appearance, making them resemble humans.

However, the loyalty of these summoned units is not high!

The only ironclad rule is that they cannot harm the system master.

Other than that, the summoned creatures will not listen to you at all; if you want them to do something, there are only two words: add money!

Furthermore, you are responsible for their eating, drinking, excreting, and sleeping!

After finishing the introduction, Chen Jiajun suppressed his excitement and, with a thought, chose to summon the Death Squad card.

As the thought flashed, Chen Jiajun felt two highly oppressive auras emerge behind him.

"Poorguy!"

A muffled, deep, and overbearing voice rang out; although it was human speech, it sounded like the roar of a beast, full of oppression and penetrating power.

(End of this chapter)