Chapter 106: Good Words Cannot Persuade a Damn Ghost

"Yes."

Looking at the other party's height of over 2.2 meters, weight of several hundred kilograms, and fierce, bloodthirsty aura, Chen Yao swallowed hard.

The Mercedes-Benz motorcade brought Chen Yao and the others to the funeral parlor.

At this time, many news media reporters had already received the news and were lying in wait here; a group of burly and imposing young demon slaves formed a human wall, blocking them outside.

Dumu pushed open the car door, and several young demon slaves escorted the hog-tied Chen Yao and the others down.

The Hung Hing Big Dippers inside and outside the mourning hall looked in unison at Chen Haonan and the others.

A Hung Hing Elder, Gan Zitai's master—Hua Shu, stepped forward and slapped Gan Zitai across the cheek: "How did you protect Mr. Jiang!"

Hua Shu was old but still had strength; as Gan Zitai's master, he had been the most formidable fighter and a Double Flower Red Pole in Hung Hing decades ago, and this slap sent blood spilling from the corner of Taizi's mouth.

Taizi spat out a mouthful of blood and lowered his head in shame: "I'm sorry."

Chen Jiajun, wearing a white shirt with black cloth wrapped around his hand, walked up and swept a glance at them with a look of unbearable pity; after all, these people had taken the fall for him, so he consoled them: "Uncle Hua, let them go and offer incense first."

"Fine! Since Mr. Chen is speaking for you, then you will kneel as you go in!" Hua Shu looked at Chen Jiajun and said to Gan Zitai and the others in a deep voice.

Chen Jiajun gave a wink to Dumu and the others, and several young demon slaves stepped forward to untie them.

The former Hung Hing White Paper Fan, Chen Yao, led the way, kneeling as he entered the mourning hall, while the Hung Hing Big Dippers along the way pushed and shoved them, rewarding them with punches and kicks.

No matter what, Chen Haonan, Gan Zitai, and Chen Yao could hardly clear themselves of the charge of failing to protect him!

A look of pity flashed in Hua Shu's eyes, and he said sternly to Chen Jiajun: "Mr. Chen, I want to restart the Punishment Hall tonight to subject these people to severe interrogation."

He did this, firstly, to give the Hung Hing Big Dippers an explanation, and secondly, to clear Gan Zitai of suspicion.

"Severe interrogation is unnecessary, but we still need to ask them questions; ask them who Mr. Jiang had met in the last few days, and the specific situation on the scene today."

Chen Jiajun said righteously, then glared fiercely at the side where Lao Yu was secretly gloating.

"Yes!"

Hua Shu clasped his hands together, took several Hung Hing Big Dippers, and strode inside.

After Gan Zitai finished offering incense, Hua Shu said: "Gan Zitai, don't blame me! Blame yourself for failing to protect him!"

Having said that, Hua Shu directly raised a club and struck down.

"Ah!" Gan Zitai collapsed at the sound.

Hua Shu squatted down and dragged Gan Zitai by the thigh toward the outside.

Still vigorous in his old age!

Immediately after, Chen Yao, Chen Haonan, and the others were also escorted back to the Hung Hing Headquarters one by one after offering incense.

Seeing there was a spectacle to watch, Jing Kun also followed back to the Hung Hing Headquarters; he had a grudge against Chen Haonan.

Seeing this, Konglong also hurriedly followed, while Chen Jiajun said to Xing Shu: "Uncle Xing, let's go outside and have a chat."

The two arrived at a quiet corner, and he asked Xing Shu: "Uncle Xing, how much money is in Hung Hing's account?"

"Including the dues for this period, there is a total of 80 million Hong Kong dollars." Xing Shu reported this figure, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Chen Jiajun sighed and said: "When a person dies, it's like a lamp going out; you know this, I know this, so don't tell the others in Hung Hing. Jiang Tiansheng was the previous Dragon Head after all, so let's leave him with a good reputation."

"Mm, I promise to keep my mouth shut." Xing Shu nodded and said.

Chen Jiajun continued: "Early tomorrow morning, take this money to Wardley, find a trader named Zhan Peizhong, and tell him to take these 80 million Hong Kong dollars to purchase shares in Kowloon Wharf; I have inside information."

Regarding this, Xing Shu believed him implicitly; he knew about Chen Jiajun and the Jianing Group. "Yes, I understand."

After sending off Xing Shu, Chen Jiajun, as the new Dragon Head of Hung Hing, stayed at the mourning hall to express his respect for Jiang Tiansheng.

In the second half of the night, Ji Ge finally found an opportunity to step forward and say: "Ada, could we step aside and talk for a moment?"

"What is it."

The two walked to a quiet corner, and Ji Ge immediately took out a check: "Ada, I am truly sorry for what happened a few days ago. I am returning this money to you; please, I beg you to let me off this once."

Chen Jiajun took it and looked; it was the money he had let Jing Kun use to bribe Ji Ge. He glanced at Ji Ge and said: "Then you should put in more effort at Mr. Jiang's funeral and see Mr. Jiang off."

"Yes, yes! Definitely, definitely!" Ji Ge nodded repeatedly.

In the Hong Kong of the eighties, there was simply no such thing as keeping one's mouth shut in the eyes of the police.

In an era of rapidly rising prices, the lives of Police Constables were also stretched thin; under these circumstances, some police would sell information to paparazzi to subsidize their household expenses.

Soon, the news that the former Hung Hing Dragon Head, Jiang Tiansheng, had been poisoned by cyanide, along with related inside information, spread throughout all of Hong Kong.

"Tell Feilao Li to get in here!"

Chen Jiajun, who had not slept all night, held a newspaper in his hand and barked at a Hung Hing Big Dipper nearby.

"Yes, Ada!" That Hung Hing Big Dipper immediately ran toward the door.

"Ada."

The usually unkempt Feilao Li arrived in front of Chen Jiajun.

"Fuck your mother, are you short of this bit of money?"

Chen Jiajun roared and slapped the newspaper onto Feilao Li's head.

"Ouch! Ada, is there some kind of misunderstanding?" Feilao Li asked hurriedly.

Chen Jiajun laughed in extreme anger: "Misunderstanding your mother! Get your people to retract this report for me immediately! Otherwise, I'll cripple you today!"

Han Bin picked up the newspaper, and his expression changed instantly upon seeing the headline, because Feilao Li's Hong Kong Daily had also published the story of Jiang Tiansheng's murder, and had even added embellishments to the plot.

"Li Pangzi, Mr. Jiang's body isn't even cold yet, you're too unscrupulous." Han Bin cursed out loud.

The surrounding Hung Hing Big Dippers took the newspaper one after another, and the looks they cast at Feilao Li were filled with contempt.

Feilao Li took it, looked at it, scolded the editor severely, and immediately said: "I'll go right now, I'll go right now."

At the same time, he began to harbor resentment toward Chen Jiajun, who had just taken power.

Hong Kong Royal Police Headquarters.

With Piao Ge, the Dragon Head of the Hong Le Society, not having returned all night, Shenshi Sheng, the big favorite by Piao Ge's side, immediately invited a barrister along with De Shu, a senior member of the society, to go to the police station to bail out Piao Ge.

Although Zhang Wenyao was unwilling, the other party paid a bail fee of one million Hong Kong dollars, so he could only let the Police Constable process the bail procedures for Piao Ge.

Having not slept all night, Zhang Wenyao took a crumpled cigarette box out of his pocket and lit a cigarette.

"Superintendent Zhang, what do we do now?" Chen Jiaju asked Zhang Wenyao worriedly as he watched Piao Ge leave.

"What else can we do? Keep investigating, and have your people in the Anti-Triad Unit keep a close eye on the movements of Hong Xing and Hong Le."

Liao Zhizong smoked his cigarette, shook his head, and said, "Piao Ge got out before clearing his suspicion; the people from Hong Xing will definitely take action. A show of force and a street fight are unavoidable."

As a member of the Anti-Triad Unit, Liao Zhizong knew the rules of the underworld well.

Zhang Wenyao sneered, "It's hard to save a ghost that's hell-bent on dying. Since he's in such a rush to get out, how can we stop him? Keep a close watch. Once there is any movement, call me and Chief Superintendent Hu SIR of the Anti-Triad Unit immediately."

In fact, because Piao Ge was so vague, Zhang Wenyao, as a Superintendent of the Serious Crimes Unit, had long guessed that he was involved in a major case; such a person deserved to die.

On this side, Piao Ge of Hong Le sat in his large Mercedes-Benz and, seeing the news articles in the papers, groaned inwardly.

In short, if the murderer did not surface, he was stuck carrying this black pot for sure.

Shenshi Sheng immediately asked, "Ada, what do we do now?"

"Damn it! Jing Jun has cleared his name, and while I did nothing, I have instead become the prime suspect. Fuck his mother! You lot go and burn all these newspapers for me!"

Piao Ge was so angry he was muddled.

Shenshi Sheng drove the car and said, "A Ding, in my opinion, we might as well have a fight with Hong Xing. Jing Jun's foundation is unstable right now anyway; it's not like we don't have a chance."

Shenshi Sheng's words reminded Brother Piao, who lit a Cigar, took a few puffs, and said, "You arrange for Gan Zitai, Baji, Wuliang, Ma Wangjian, and Fat Li to come out. Don't arrange them all together; invite them one by one."

"Gan Zitai failed to protect Jiang Tiansheng and was subjected to Family Law. There must be people watching his side now."

Shenshi Sheng replied.

Piao Ge crushed the Cigar and said coldly, "Then just the ones after that, and buy a batch of arms!"

(End of this chapter)