Chapter 16: Tearing Off the Mask

Seeing Chen Jiajun, Shanjie did not want to have a conflict with him, and said with a forced smile: "Brother Jun, this guy owes the company a debt, I brought people over to collect it."

"You scared my guests. If you have business, don't do it here. Get out."

Chen Jiajun didn't care how much Zhong Baoluo owed the company; it wasn't like he owed it to him anyway.

But if it affected the business in the shop, then it was his business!

Shanjie was not a person who feared trouble either, he was purely a hothead. Hearing this, he sneered out loud:

"Guests? I'm collecting debts for the company, it's only right and proper! You better get this straight, this is Hung Hing's territory, not your territory! By what right do you tell me to leave? If I don't collect the debt, are you going to take the fall for me?"

Shanjie knew that Lanzai Jun couldn't be arrogant for long, and when the time came, wouldn't the Royal Nightclub still be under Nan Ge's control?

"You came here specifically tonight just to trash my place? To scare away my guests?"

Chen Jiajun took a step forward upon hearing this, walked in front of Shanjie, and said expressionlessly with a condescending posture.

A group of fierce and hideous-looking burly men also surrounded them at the same time. Dumu and Lao E looked unkind, especially Dumu, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, as if he were about to explode at any moment.

Why was he about to explode? Because when Chen Jiajun pestered him for the imp slaves and Hell Knights, he had promised that thirty percent of the net profit from this place could be shared with him.

This move was firstly to improve his subjective initiative, so he wouldn't have to be paid extra every time he encountered something before taking action.

Secondly, it was to improve his loyalty, and incidentally, to get more underlings.

Honestly, after saying the harsh words regardless of everything, Shanjie suddenly felt a bit scared. Although he was a hothead, the situation before his eyes...

If he didn't soften his stance, he probably wouldn't be able to walk out.

But once he thought about how Lanzai Jun wouldn't live long, and that Lanzai Jun definitely wouldn't dare to finish him off here, Shanjie regained his confidence, puffed out his chest and said: "I'm telling you..."

"Disrespectful!"

Chen Jiajun's expressionless face suddenly erupted in rage, and without hesitation, he threw a punch directly.

"Boom!"

This punch landed solidly on Shanjie's face. The latter's body flew directly two or three meters away and fell heavily to the ground. It was unknown how many bones were broken, and his legs kept twitching, as if he had injured his brainstem and triggered a seizure.

With a body that had been strengthened, no one in this world could block a punch thrown with all his might.

"Get them out of here, throw them in the alley! Notify Anan to come and collect them!"

The other imp slaves pounced, gave the few underlings Shanjie brought a sound beating, and after knocking them unconscious, carried them away along with Shanjie.

Subsequently, Chen Jiajun revealed a warm smile, looked at Guan Jiahui and the others, and beckoned the marketing manager over, apologizing: "I'm sorry, I let you all be frightened."

"Your consumption tonight is on the house. Also, bring over a bottle of Dom Pérignon, it's on me. Everyone, you are welcome to come often in the future."

Seeing Guan Jiahui, Chen Jiajun's eyes showed a slight trace of surprise, but he only paused for a moment before turning and leaving.

The process was completely clean and efficient, possessing a maturity and steadiness that did not belong to his age.

The marketing manager gestured to the DJ on the stage, and the DJ roared with all his might: "Respected guests, a small situation. To express our apologies, we are specially giving everyone a free dozen beers!"

"Keep dancing, keep drinking!"

"Let's get the whole place hyped! Music!"

Seeing that a conflict had been settled without escalating, all the guests in the Bar breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to dance and play music!

Ni Shibei said with some resentment: "Paul, why didn't you say anything just now! You're the one involved!"

Zhong Baoluo stood blankly on the spot, looking exactly like a coward.

A trace of gloom also flashed in Guan Jiahui's eyes, but she spoke up for Zhong Baoluo instead: "Beibei, maybe Zhong Baoluo was just scared silly?"

"I'm sorry."

Zhong Baoluo dejectedly picked up his beer and took a sip, not knowing if he was apologizing for Guan Jiahui or feeling ashamed for his own cowardice just now.

In any case, after such a scene, he also knew that the chance of pursuing Guan Jiahui was very slim.

Zhang Guorong patted him on the shoulder, picked up his wine glass and said: "Jiahui, I'm sorry, I let you be frightened just now."

Before long, the marketing manager brought over a bottle of champagne: "Brother Rong, Brother Paul, this bottle of Dom Pérignon is a gift for you all as an apology, and this table's bill for tonight is waived."

"May I ask, is that handsome guy just now your Boss? What is his name?" Ni Shibei's personality was similar to her appearance, and she quickly became active, asking about Chen Jiajun's name.

The marketing manager smiled, put down the wine bottle, and said in a proud tone: "You're asking about our Brother Jun? Yes, rest assured, our place guarantees safety. In short, you can feel free and bold to come and play in the future."

"What is his real name? How old is he? Does he have a girlfriend?"

Royal Nightclub back alley.

At this time, Shanjie and the others were tied up tightly, their mouths sealed with tape, unable to make a sound.

Dumu and the others stood with their arms crossed, looking at them with ill intent.

"Big Brother!"

At this moment, greetings reached Shanjie's ears. Perhaps because of the protagonist's halo, after taking such a punch, Shanjie recovered his consciousness quite quickly, only his head was bleeding non-stop, and his entire face was slightly sunken.

The crowd parted instantly, and Chen Jiajun appeared in the back alley. He walked in front of Shanjie, squatted down, and exhaled a thick cloud of Cigar smoke at him: "Little chicken, I haven't taken over the Royal Nightclub for long, and you already brought people over to scare my guests?"

"Wu... wu... wu!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, because his mouth was sealed, Shanjie couldn't speak, his eyeballs were about to pop out, and he made a whimpering sound.

"Don't say I didn't give you face. I was the one who made the move today. If it had been my Brother Dumu who made the move, one punch could have blown your head apart!

You remember this: from now on, my place does not welcome you! And you lot too!"

Chen Jiajun took another puff of his Cigar, and just as he was about to ask if they had called Chen Haonan, a familiar voice came: "A Jun, don't make things difficult for Shanjie."

It was Chen Haonan, who had rushed over with an anxious face.

Then, Baopi, Datian Er, Chaopi, and others appeared one after another. Seeing Shanjie and the others tied up, they stepped forward to untie the two.

Dumu and the others stood in the alley, and several iron towers blocked the way.

Chen Jiajun held his thick Cigar and said in a mocking tone: "May I ask, how did I make things difficult for him? He ran into my place to cause trouble, and I took action to educate him for you. You call this making things difficult?"

"He was also doing things for the company. That person owed the company a debt, and he went to collect it." Chen Haonan defended Shanjie.

Chen Jiajun pointed at Chen Haonan and said sternly in an educational tone: "What a great 'doing things for the company'. Am I not doing things for the company by being at the Nightclub? He scared all my guests away! How did you teach him? He can't even distinguish between primary and secondary importance!"

"A Jun, please give me, Chen Haonan, some face; I will teach Shanjie how to behave properly in the future. I'm sorry!" Chen Haonan also knew he was in the wrong and said in a low voice.

In the alley, Shanjie struggled frantically; he had never seen Chen Haonan speak to anyone so subserviently, especially not in Causeway Bay.

And the person he was facing was Lanzai Jun, whom everyone used to look down upon.

"Anan, oh Anan, you're not young anymore; is a simple 'sorry' enough to end it? According to your logic, if anyone comes to cause trouble at a Hung Hing venue in the future, they can just come over and say sorry, and I, Lanzai Jun, will just let them go?"

Speaking up to this point, Chen Jiajun poked Chen Haonan in the chest and said: "You have such big face, such great prestige! The Causeway Bay Five Tigers? Do you really think of yourself as some big shot?"

"Chen Jiajun, you!"

Chen Haonan felt that he had already apologized so sincerely, and he did not expect Chen Jiajun to mock him like this; in an instant, he lost his composure and clenched his fists.

"A Jun! You won't give Chen Haonan face, but what about my face?"

At this moment, the voice of Dalao B came, and then Dalao B, wearing a floral shirt and a large gold chain, appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Da B Ge, it's best that you've come! I will certainly give you face, but Shanjie ran over here to cause trouble and scared away my customers; how will you give me an explanation for that?"

(End of this chapter)