Chapter 107: Grand Display

Meanwhile.

Hung Hing Headquarters, Punishment Hall.

The brothers of the Punishment Hall, who had been busy all night, looked at the information they had obtained through torture with bitter expressions on their faces.

Because once this news spread, it would certainly stir up a huge uproar.

The former Hung Hing Dragon Head Jiang Tiansheng had secretly colluded with the Hung Lok Dragon Head Piao Ge, intending to plot against the new Dragon Head Chen Jiajun; these matters were all spat out by Chen Yao and the others after being subjected to severe torture.

Moreover, judging from the confessions, Chen Haonan, Gan Zitai, and others were also involved.

Hua Shu looked at the information obtained by the brothers through torture, his lips trembling, his hands and feet trembling as well.

He had not expected this; he had meant well but done harm... he had actually poked such a huge hornet's nest.

Although Hua Shu had already retired from the underworld, he knew Chen Jiajun's style of doing things well.

This person was not someone easy to deal with.

"Hua Shu, what have you seen..." Jing Kun took the paper and looked at it, his eyes immediately widening, and he could not continue speaking.

"Damn it, what content is so explosive?" Konglong took the papers from Jing Kun's hand: "Oh my!"

As if these papers were extremely hot, Konglong hurriedly threw them away: "Look, I didn't see anything!"

Some things are better known as little as possible; the more you know, the shorter your life.

"Screw your mother, you saw it, so you want to leave?" Jing Kun hurriedly grabbed Konglong, who was about to run away.

"My girl made me some nice soup, I have to go back and drink sweet soup," Konglong struggled to say.

Hua Shu sighed: "A Long, you saw it, so you saw it."

At this, Konglong stopped struggling and returned to his original position.

Calming down, the next issue was how to handle it.

After a while, Hua Shu said to Jing Kun: "A Kun, can you few treat this matter as if you haven't seen it? I owe you a favor."

"Hua Shu, don't worry, I will forget about this matter as soon as I walk out of the headquarters. What favor or no favor, I don't know anything," Konglong hurriedly stated.

Jing Kun smoked a cigarette, and after five minutes of silence, he said in a hoarse and serious voice: "This matter cannot be hidden! Even if it can be hidden for a while, it cannot be hidden forever. It is better to inform A Jun and let him decide for himself."

"I know him very well. If you tell him the truth, you might still be able to keep Taizi and the others. If you hide it, many people will die in the future."

"Hua Shu, what do you think?" Hua Shu sighed and lamented: "I will go call Ah Hing to tell the Dragon Head together."

Half an hour later, when Chen Jiajun learned the content of their torture, he was neither surprised nor angry. He said to Hua Shu: "Hua Shu, keep those papers with me, and let them recover from their injuries."

"Hung Hing has gone through so many things, and I have already let go of some matters."

He had indeed let go.

Jiang Tiansheng had already been taken out by him; he was not interested in the remaining small fry.

As the Dragon Head of Hung Hing, Chen Jiajun knew that now was the time to establish his persona.

Chen Jiajun even felt that his excessive attention to Gan Zitai, Chen Haonan, and the others was just elevating them.

"Thank you! Then how should we handle this matter?" Hua Shu said thank you and asked.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "Count it on Hung Lok's head. For now, handle Mr. Jiang's funeral well. By the way, Xing Shu! Remember to contact Mr. Jiang's younger brother, Jiang Tianyang!"

"I understand."

A few days later, before dawn.

At the funeral parlor, all members of Hung Hing had already set up a grand mourning hall here to send Jiang Tiansheng on his final journey; today was Jiang Tiansheng's funeral day.

Inside and outside the funeral parlor, white cloth, funeral couplets, and wreaths were hung everywhere; all members were dressed in mourning clothes, and the scene was grand and exceptionally solemn.

In the parking lot, Hung Hing Big Dippers were arranged to be responsible for receiving guests who came to pay their respects.

Standing at the very front and center of the line was Chen Jiajun; as the new Dragon Head of Hung Hing, it was most appropriate for him to stand here and meet the underworld and legitimate figures who came to pay their respects.

"Wo Shing arrives!"

Several black Mercedes-Benz cars slowly stopped at the entrance of the funeral parlor. Wo Shing Big Dippers opened the car doors one after another. Dragon Head Chuiji, wearing a black suit, helped Deng Bo, who was wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, out of the car. Beside them were several uncles of Wo Shing, as well as the society's most prominent figures at the moment, Lin Huaile and Da D.

Ji Ge was responsible for the reception. Seeing Deng Bo and the others, he immediately stepped forward and handed the 'lucky money' envelopes to the Wo Shing group.

The so-called 'lucky money' envelope is a white envelope with a red strip in the middle, containing a white towel, a piece of candy, and some money, used to thank friends and relatives who came to pay their respects.

The purpose of the white towel is for guests to wipe away tears, and the intention of the candy is to use the sweet taste to alleviate the grief of the guests who came to pay their respects.

And the money in the envelope is a return gift from the bereaved family, which must be used on the same day and must never be brought home.

Chuiji handed over a funeral gift on behalf of Wo Shing, following the Hung Mun thirty-six oaths: "If you encounter a Hung Mun brother in trouble, you must help; whether it is money or travel expenses, no matter how much, do your best."

Afterwards, the group walked into the mourning hall, where a black-and-white photo of Jiang Tiansheng was placed in the center.

Chuiji, Deng Bo, Lin Huaile, Da D, and others took the incense, bowed three times, and inserted it into the incense burner.

"Family members return the salute," the host said softly.

Chen Jiajun led the Hung Hing Zha FIT Rens and Red Poles in a slight bow.

Deng Bo stepped forward, held Chen Jiajun's hand, and said: "You are the Mad Dragon Jing Jun? Please accept my condolences."

"Deng Bo, thank you for your concern."

Because it was not good to hold a funeral, saying "thank you" would be unlucky, so Chen Jiajun said "thank you for your concern."

"East Star arrives!"

East Star Dragon Head Luotuo arrived with Xiashanhu, Xiaomianhu, Jinmaohu, and others.

When Wuya saw Chen Jiajun, he finally recognized that the famous Jing Jun was the person who had snatched his spot at Temple Street that day.

"Damn it! Screw your mother, I've been looking for you for so long," Wuya cursed inwardly, took three sticks of incense, and bowed three times.

Looking at Jiang Tiansheng's young face, Luotuo could not help but feel some sadness.

The two were enemies as well as rivals.

Luotuo said to Chen Jiajun, "You must be Jing Jun, right? Sigh! I really didn't expect Mr. Jiang to leave us so soon."

"Thank you for your concern, such is the impermanence of life," Chen Jiajun said.

A large group of luxury cars arrived at the funeral home one after another; the Headmen, Dragon Heads, and Red Poles of various societies arrived one after another with their men to present wreaths and elegiac couplets to Jiang Tiansheng, and there were also some figures from the Hong Kong white-collar world present.

The scene could be called grand.

And the Hong Kong Royal Police had also arrived early to seal off the streets.

This was not because the Police wanted to escort the societies, but mainly because Hung Hing was holding a funeral, and the scene was too grand.

The Police dispatched such a large force mainly for the sake of municipal traffic, and incidentally to keep an eye on these society members, so as to avoid any conflicts breaking out between the large numbers of street thugs and big bosses.

The funeral home.

A majestic motorcade of black luxury cars slowly pulled up to the entrance, with a black Bentley in the lead.

Seeing this Bentley, everyone realized the Sun Yee On Dragon Head had arrived; a Sun Yee On Big Dipper opened the Bentley's door.

Sun Yee On Dragon Head—Si Yanlong, Xu Huayan, stepped out, his leather shoes planted firmly on the ground, he stood beside the car, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and buttoned his suit to straighten his clothes.

He lightly stomped his feet to shake his trouser legs straight, and Ji Ge immediately stepped forward and reached out to Si Yanlong: "Brother Long."

"Ah Ji." Si Yanlong shook hands with him, took the funeral gift envelope handed over by a Hung Hing Big Dipper behind him, and handed the condolence money to Ji Ge: "My condolences."

Afterwards, Si Yanlong strode forward, with the Sun Yee On Five Tigers and Ten Heroes following in orderly fashion behind him.

After offering a stick of incense, Si Yanlong came over and said to Chen Jiajun, "Ah Sheng's death is truly too unexpected."

Hung Hing was founded in 1930 by the Chiu Chow man Jiang Zhen, and the first-generation Dragon Head of Sun Yee On was also a Chiu Chow man.

All along, although Sun Yee On and Hung Hing occasionally had friction, in the vast majority of cases, because the Dragon Heads were fellow countrymen, they lived in peace.

"Our Hung Hing will absolutely not let the matter of Mr. Jiang's death rest," Chen Jiajun said with a serious face.

"If there is anything you need help with, call me anytime," Si Yanlong said, looking at Chen Jiajun.

"Mr. Xu, thank you for your concern," Chen Jiajun nodded.

He also knew that Si Yanlong was just being polite.

After Si Yanlong and the Sun Yee On Five Tigers and Ten Heroes were seated in the mourning hall.

Immediately following, fierce figures of the underworld such as Huxu Yong and Hong Hanyi of the 14K arrived with their subordinates to pay their respects.

The Dragon Head of Hung Yee, Man Gor, arrived with the Hung Yee Elder Cheung Suk to pay their respects.

The Dragon Head of United Social arrived with Hua Fu to pay their respects.

Ngai Kwan of the Ngai Family arrived with his son Ngai Wing-hau and the Tsim Sha Tsui Five to pay their respects.

(End of this chapter)