Chapter 142: Even if you exhaust all the bamboo in the southern mountains, the crimes cannot be recorded

Aju Xiaoliao Egg Tart Shop.

Shuifang Liao had just finished notifying Mo Dingping when a truck roared and suddenly crashed directly from the road into the egg tart shop.

Immediately following, a group of young demon slaves, their entire bodies reeking of thick killing intent, charged in.

Without saying a word, they began hacking and slashing at Bengyaju's Majai.

"Brother Liao, Brother Yao, run!!!"

A loyal Majai shouted loudly, but the very next moment, a Machete pierced through his chest.

"F*** your mother!"

Seeing this, Shuifang Liao and the others hurriedly grabbed clubs.

But they were no match for the young demon slaves; they were beaten back step by step and could only force open the windows to fight their way out and flee.

However, the moment they jumped out the window, gunfire erupted.

……

A luxuriously decorated Nightclub, with "Ping's" hanging on the glass display window.

Two Toyota troop carriers, one after the other, charged straight inside.

Lao E, holding a Remington M700 shotgun and puffing on a cigarette, got out of the vehicle and blasted toward Mo Dingping's Majai: "F*** your mother, Hung Hing is on business; those who don't want to die, get the hell out!"

That underling was instantly riddled with holes like a sieve.

A group of young demon slaves armed with Automatic rifles climbed out of the two troop carriers, charged straight into the Nightclub, and unleashed a crazy barrage of gunfire at Mo Dingping's Nightclub.

……

A bustling night market.

Lao Yu was leading a hundred young demon slaves, charging straight toward a group of Mo Dingping's men.

"Hack these bastards in front of me to death!"

These Majai of Mo Dingping were used to being arrogant in Macau, but they were no match for the young demon slaves.

Just one encounter, and they were immediately hacked into a chaotic mess, fleeing in all directions, panicking and losing their way.

Damn it, even if Schwarzenegger came here, he might not be able to win!

……

In short, tonight in Macau, any territory belonging to Mo Dingping and Bengyaju would be besieged by Hung Hing forces.

The entire Macau street, from one end to the other, was engulfed in fighting.

Several VIP Gambling Halls and underground gambling dens managed by Mo Dingping and Bengyaju were also crushed by Hung Hing, and the gamblers inside were driven out of the Gambling Halls.

Bamboo Bay, Macau.

An ordinary, unremarkable detached villa.

In the living room, Mo Dingping was pacing back and forth irritably, smoking, while Lanming Long sat on the sofa, swirling a wine glass in his hand.

There were also five or six capable henchmen, discussing in hushed voices.

Suddenly, the ringtone of a mobile phone sounded.

Lanming Long lifted his backside, and several capable henchmen also looked over at the same time.

Mo Dingping waved his hand and said, "Let me."

Picking up the phone, Mo Dingping impatiently spat out one word: "Speak."

A voice came from the other end of the phone, "Boss Ping, Hung Hing's people have suddenly attacked!"

"Bastard!"

He hung up the mobile phone, feeling uneasy.

Immediately after, several mobile phones in the living room rang at the same time.

Lanming Long answered the phone, his expression changing: "Boss, our Gambling Hall has been smashed."

More bad news came in one after another.

"Boss, the Nightclub was raided by Hung Hing's people, we have several men dead!"

"Boss, our underground casino has been raided!"

"Boss, I can't get through to Brother Fo."

Just at this moment.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, a dozen beams of halogen light appeared, and the roar of engines reached their ears.

Mo Dingping, Lanming Long, and several capable henchmen hurriedly ran to the window.

They saw car after car driving in from the turn.

Lanming Long's legs went soft with fear and he said, "Boss, run quickly, Chen Jiajun's people have come to kill us."

"Damn it all!"

"Grab your weapons!"

The words stopped abruptly.

Because they saw gunmen, each wearing camouflage uniforms and bulletproof vests, holding Automatic rifles, continuously getting out of the cars; each one was well-trained and swift in action, clearly the best of the best.

Bailu raised her head, looked at the upper floor of the villa with a meaningful gaze, took out her walkie-talkie and said, "Kill them all."

"Yes!"

Facing the aggressive, well-equipped, and well-trained Hell knights.

Mo Dingping looked at the Point 38 Handgun in his hand; he was truly afraid.

He hurriedly dialed the Macau Judiciary Police emergency number: "Hello, hello, hello, I am in Bamboo Bay, there are hundreds of gunmen chasing and killing us, help! Help!"

"What, sir, where are you?"

"Bamboo Bay, Bamboo Bay! There are hundreds of gunmen attacking, hurry and come save me!"

"Sir, our police force is currently stretched thin, you must protect yourself first!"

"Snap!"

On the other end of the line, the operator hung up directly.

It was precisely at this moment.

A loud "Boom" rang out.

A flash of intense white light streaked before their eyes.

Immediately following it was acrid, choking smoke.

One by one, the Hell Knights filed in.

Mo Dingping, Lanming Long, and several of his capable lieutenants had their eyes stinging so badly they couldn't even open them, let alone resist.

A high-explosive grenade, a flashbang, and a smoke bomb—just three items were enough to dismantle them.

Bai De'an stepped forward, kicked Lanming Long over, and shot him dead on the spot, then smiled as he looked at Mo Dingping: "Mo Dingping, my Dalao Chen Jiajun sends his regards!"

After speaking, he pulled the trigger directly.

Mo Dingping, a fierce figure of the Macau underworld, didn't even get a word out before being shot dead on the scene.

Orchid Building.

Tian Yangsheng, having just finished a gunfight with the Seven Sons of Tianyang, counted the corpses on the ground, carefully compared them against a photo, and called Chen Jiajun: "Big Brother, Meitou is taken care of."

"Clean up the scene."

Chen Jiajun nodded and hung up the phone.

Tonight's operation against the forces of Mo Dingping and Bengyaju, due to thorough prior preparation, met with almost no significant resistance, and reports of victory kept coming in one after another.

Even if these people blew up the police paging station, it was useless.

Because Aoyu Group had utilized all their connections to give the heads-up to the relevant departments in Macau.

Macau is not like Hong Kong.

Since the 1960s, the Governor's Office in Macau has had no real control over the levels below it; the Four Great Families of Macau all have intricate ties with the Mainland. Under these circumstances, the Governor's Office and the Macau Judiciary Police have been slacking off, grabbing as much money as they can.

Of course, these Gweilo in the Governor's Office are not all slackers.

At this moment, a group of Macau Judiciary Police arrived at the Putian Casino with a large number of Police Constables and pushed open the office door.

Holding up his credentials, the Police Constable Shi Qidu shouted: "Dalao Jun, are you rebelling? Come back to the police station with us!"

"If you don't have evidence, Officer, don't talk nonsense, or I'll sue you for defamation."

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his Cigar and sipped some champagne.

The young demon slaves ran into the office one after another, grabbing weapons to confront the Macau Judiciary Police.

"Hmph, do I need evidence? That group of people causing trouble on the street today are all your subordinates! Stand up right now, don't force me!"

Shi Qidu took out a pair of silver handcuffs and shouted at Chen Jiajun.

"Officer, Macau is like a bus; if you like to sit, you can sit, if you don't like to, you can stand. If you don't stand or sit, sooner or later you'll be thrown right off!"

Chen Jiajun sat in his original spot, motionless, showing no fear of the official uniform he wore.

"I am just doing my duty. Whoever causes trouble in Macau, I, Shi Qidu, will arrest! It is only right and proper. Dalao Jun, I am going to finish you!" Shi Qidu said with a firm attitude.

Chen Jiajun was unwilling to say more: "Let's put the Governor's Office aside for now; why don't we talk about your own account? Tell me how much you want, just say it!"

"You are a thief, I am the law; we have nothing to talk about! You bastard, every time you come to Macau you cause trouble. This time I will definitely finish you!" Shi Qidu pointed at Chen Jiajun and cursed.

Chen Jiajun swiped his hand away and threatened: "Finish me? Let's see how long you live!"

"Officer Shi!"

"Officer Shi!"

Just then, He Xin's assistant A-Gao ran in: "This is a call from the Director of the Macau Judiciary Police, Bai De'an."

Shi Qidu took the mobile phone.

"I am the Director of the Judiciary Police, Bai De'an!"

"Sir, I am Shi Qidu!"

Shi Qidu immediately stomped his feet, puffed out his chest, and saluted on the spot!

"Tonight's operation is a joint action by the Macau Judiciary Police and Aoyu Group to crack down on illegal Triad activities and underground gambling dens. Mr. Chen is a concerned citizen who assisted the police in the operation."

"Since the matter is already resolved, take your men and leave! Do not affect the normal business of Aoyu Group, and do not disturb Mr. Chen's rest."

Bai De'an's voice came through the phone.

What else could Shi Qidu say?

Even though he knew these powerful people were lying through their teeth, turning black into white, he could only pretend he understood.

A Director of the Judiciary Police and Aoyu Group—neither were people a lowly Police Constable like him could afford to offend.

"Yes, Sir!"

After Bai De'an finished speaking, Shi Qidu stomped his feet and said in a deep voice.

The call ended, and Shi Qidu looked at Chen Jiajun with resentment; he clearly knew that the person before him was monstrously evil.

That evil was so vast that even if you used all the bamboo on the Southern Mountain to record his crimes, you couldn't finish writing them, and even if you diverted the waves of the East Sea, you couldn't wash away his wickedness!

But he had to obey his superior's orders!

Shi Qidu suppressed his anger and said: "Withdraw the team!"

The group came quickly and left just as quickly.

After Shi Qidu's group left, Chen Jiajun looked at A-Gao and said: "Thank Xin Ge for me."

"Small matter, we're all on the same side. Xin Ge wants you to get some good rest; don't forget to attend the shareholders and executives meeting tomorrow."

A-Gao nodded politely.

He knew deeply that with Jieshi Wei, Bengyaju, Mo Dingping, and others cleared away, in Macau's gambling industry, Chen Jiajun was the number two Headman right under the Gambling King He Xin!

"Alright, take care, I won't see you out." Chen Jiajun stood up and shook hands with him.

After A-Gao left, Chen Jiajun made a phone call to Xing Shu: "Xing Shu, have everyone clean up the loose ends immediately."

"Understood!"

(End of chapter)