Chapter 123: Heartfelt Submission!

Tian Yangsheng walked over carrying a string of firecrackers, looked at Liao Zhizong's retreating back, and said, "What did he come here for? Looking for trouble!"

"Half a month ago, a Serious Crimes Unit Superintendent named Zhang Wenyao borrowed 2 million from me privately; he came to ask me about that matter," Chen Jiajun explained indifferently.

"Zhang Wenyao?"

Tian Yangsheng's heart tightened as he froze in place; he had never given up on tracking Zhang Wenyao, and this was the first time in over half a month that Tian Yangsheng had heard that name.

"Why, do you know him?"

Tian Yangsheng immediately shook his head: "Don't know him, why?"

"It's fine if you don't. That bastard took 2 million from me and committed suicide half a month ago, the bastard!"

Chen Jiajun stomped his feet in feigned anger again, though he felt incredibly refreshed inside.

What?

Tian Yangsheng was stunned in place for a moment!

That bastard Zhang Wenyao!

Damn it!

You son of a bitch, you took the one hundred million US dollars that the seven of us siblings worked so hard to get, and you actually committed suicide!

You bastard!

Where the hell am I supposed to go to collect the debt!!!

The inside story regarding the Central robbery and explosion case was completely buried in the dust of history along with Zhang Wenyao's death.

Not far away, Xing Shu, wearing a suit, brought over the guests who had come to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony: "Ada, the Three Young Masters of Central have already been invited to perform the ribbon-cutting."

The Three Young Masters of Central were the three stars Zhong Baoluo, Zhang Guorong, and Chen Baiqiang, who were just starting to make a name for themselves and showing the potential of superstars.

"Mr. Chen."

"Mrs. Chen."

A smile hung on Zhong Baoluo's face; although he had once liked Guan Jiahui, he had completely dismissed the idea after that night.

"Brother Jun."

"Jiahui!"

Zhang Guorong was also all smiles.

"Come, come, come, everyone, come over."

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine firecrackers exploded, echoing throughout Lan Kwai Fong.

"Crack!"

The group stood behind the long strip of silk, holding scissors, and cut the silk together.

Behind them, the large characters 【Jun Ge Game Hall Lan Kwai Fong Branch】 shone brightly.

Guojun Technology already had a backlog of thirty thousand units in stock; to be closed for even one day was a disrespect to money.

After simple renovations, the Central Lan Kwai Fong branch opened for business immediately.

There were a full five hundred arcade machines in the store; there was no need for a trial period, and it was packed immediately on the first day of business, with white-collar workers and Gweilos from Central crowding into Jun Ge Game Hall.

Even at the price of 5 Hong Kong dollars per game token, it still couldn't stop their enthusiasm.

In the following two days, Ajun Game Hall opened a full one hundred branches in Hung Hing territories such as Causeway Bay, Wanchai, and Tsim Sha Tsui!

Depending on the location of the branch and the local profitability, the price of game tokens ranged from 1 to 5 dollars.

Of course, the game tokens used at different price points were also different, to prevent people from buying one-dollar tokens at other branches and bringing them to consume at the Central or Causeway Bay branches.

The investment of thirty thousand arcade machines immediately ignited the enthusiasm of all the street thugs, students, and white-collar workers in Hong Kong; it became a trend for student couples to go to Ajun Game Hall or Jun Ge Game Hall after school.

……

A few days later.

Fanling, Sansheng Palace.

At the foot of the mountain, more than a hundred demon-slave subordinates in suits and sunglasses, standing like javelins, guarded the entrance to the mountain.

Buses arrived one after another, carrying the Hung Hing Big Dipper brothers into the mountains.

A dozen police cars and unmarked cars were parked in front of the mountain road; after West Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit's Huang Zhicheng stepped forward to negotiate with the Hung Hing boys for a moment, he let several of the police cars and unmarked cars continue driving forward.

As for himself, he led dozens of Police Constables to guard the foot of the mountain, responsible for checking the street thugs and members of various societies entering the mountain today.

Today, the Hung Hing mountain gates were wide open; as long as they met the criteria, any street thug had the chance to join Hung Hing.

Thus, many street thugs walked slowly along the mountain road, as if they were on a pilgrimage to the West.

They included housing estate boys from Shek O Gorge and Ciyunshan, indigenous people from the New Territories, and some lone figures from the underworld.

May I ask, in this world today, which society is the most formidable!

Hung Hing!

May I ask, in this world today, which Dragon Head is the most powerful!

Hung Hing's Jing Jun!

"Brother Zilong, why are there still police officers coming to attend Hung Hing's inauguration ceremony?"

In a group of underworld figures, a trendy-looking street thug asked the leader, Chen Zilong.

"Who are you asking?"

Chen Zilong was about 1.75 meters tall with thick arms and calluses on both hands, clearly a fighter by trade.

Although Chen Zilong said this, he knew the truth in his heart.

This Hung Hing inauguration ceremony had been approved by the Governor under the pretext of a civilian ceremony, thanks to Elder Lu Hantao of the New Territories, so the police naturally had to come to maintain order.

"Brother Zilong, do you think I have a chance to join Brother Jun's faction?"

The trendy-looking street thug asked again, panting.

With the inauguration of a new Dragon Head, the mountain gates were opened wide according to tradition, and all street thugs had the chance to join.

"You definitely have no chance; Brother Chen Zilong has such good skills, he will surely be able to join Brother Jing Jun's sect."

Someone nearby said with a smile.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

A black Mercedes-Benz Pullman bulletproof car led the way, followed by a motorcade of ten Mercedes-Benz SELs, driving rapidly toward the mountaintop.

Chen Zilong and the others dodged one after another, and everyone looked at this motorcade with expressions of envy and admiration.

"Brother Jing Jun!"

"Who do you think is more impressive, Brother Jing Jun or the Dragon Head of Sun Yee On?"

"That would naturally be Brother Jing Jun!"

"..."

Many hoodlums looked at the imposing motorcade with longing in their eyes, their determination to join Hung Hing becoming even firmer; everyone was discussing it, only Chen Zilong wore a grave expression.

The newly promoted Inspector of the Wanchai Anti-Triad Unit, Zhang Zhongji, had ordered him to join Hung Hing and go undercover under Jing Jun.

Chen Zilong had already left the police academy for two years; for these two years, he had been hanging around the Ciyunshan Estate area and had gained quite a reputation, with many triads wanting to recruit him, but all were rejected by Chen Zilong.

At this time, he already had a small reputation in the underworld, and with the testimony of other estate boys who hung around the estate, no one would suspect him when he joined Hung Hing.

When Chen Jiajun's motorcade arrived at Sansheng Palace, the entire Sansheng Palace was already a scene of gongs, drums, and bustling noise.

A drum and gong troupe of over a hundred people was beating drums on both sides of the main gate, the sound of the drums rumbling.

Sixteen pairs of lion dancers and nine long dragons, in various postures, performed a scene of dragons fighting and tigers leaping.

Hundreds of round tables were set up in the open space, and the tables that couldn't fit continued to be set up along the mountain path.

The motorcade stopped slowly, and Dumu and the returned Lao E pulled open the left and right doors of the Mercedes-Benz Pullman.

Bao Hua looked at this magnificent scene and said to Chen Jiajun behind him: "Ada, today's scene surpasses the Governor's birthday."

Chen Jiajun, wearing a dragon-patterned Tang suit, got out of the car, and the corners of his mouth could not help but reveal a smile: "Qiangge, Tao Shu and Fa Shu really put their hearts into this."

He reached out his hand toward Lu Yeqiang, the eldest son of the New Territories Heung Yee Kuk Chairman, Lu Huangfa.

"A Jun, today is your big day, congratulations! The youngest Dragon Head in all of Hong Kong!"

Lu Yeqiang also grasped Chen Jiajun's hand.

He knew that with Chen Jiajun's current status, he could advance or retreat, and if he had aspirations to develop in politics, it was also possible; after all, Chen Jiajun was the Chairman of Guojun Technology and a philanthropist who had donated 50 million.

On the list of Justices of the Peace being drafted by the government, Chen Jiajun's name was also included.

Not far away.

Shanjie was wearing a black suit with a red flower pinned to his chest; anyone could see that Shanjie was also one of the protagonists of today's inauguration ceremony.

After handling Chen Haonan's funeral, Shanjie, Datian Er, and Baopi felt extremely lost, but they suddenly learned that Shanjie had been personally appointed by Chen Jiajun as the Zha FIT Ren of Chai Wan.

At this moment, Shanjie looked at Chen Jiajun, who was wearing a Tang suit, his heart filled with confusion.

Undoubtedly, the current Chen Jiajun was the representative of righteousness among the Hung Hing boys; after that battle with Hung Lok and Sun Yee On, Chen Jiajun had completely established his footing, and in the world today, only two territories were Ching Yee Sik, one was Tuen Mun, and one was Wanchai.

Wanchai was taken by Chen Jiajun.

In addition, Chen Jiajun had also avenged Jiang Tiansheng.

Under the accumulation of Chen Jiajun's several great achievements, everyone in Hung Hing, from the Elders to the lowest Four-Nine Boy, was convinced and impressed!

(End of this chapter)