Chapter 164: Dong Sing Steps Over the Line

The brothers exited the tunnel, and Chen Jiajun looked at the pile of munitions before him with burning eyes; he finally understood why there were tracks laid inside the tunnel.

If all these weapons were used to arm his brothers, sweeping across the entirety of Hong Kong would be a trivial matter.

Although England had a garrison in Hong Kong, the England of today was already at the end of its rope, its military strength having severely declined.

*Cough, cough. *

Better not think too much!

Regaining his composure, Chen Jiajun began moving these munitions into his Personal Space while counting their numbers.

It took a full three or four hours for Chen Jiajun to clear away half of them; as he continued, he clearly felt the weight was off, and when he opened it to look!

He saw that inside were bricks of gold!

Holy shit!

Chen Jiajun hurriedly counted this batch of gold.

A full 1,234 gold bars!

Although he was already a billionaire with a net worth of over two billion, seeing this batch of gold, Chen Jiajun was still shocked beyond words.

One must know that 16 tons of gold, converted into Hong Kong dollars, amounted to 1.6 billion.

Besides the gold, there were also some antiques, which Chen Jiajun tossed into his Personal Space all at once.

Finally, a tally:

10,000 pieces of individual equipment including M1 Helmets!

10,000 M16 Assault Rifles! The retail price of one M16 Assault Rifle is 2,000 USD, so these 10,000 are worth 20 million USD!

10,000 M1911 Pistols as well! At 1,200 USD each, that's another 12.82 million USD here.

20 Cobra Armed Helicopters!

5 Chinook Heavy Transport Helicopters!

16 tons of gold and various antiques!

Not counting the gold and antiques, the munitions alone were worth nearly one billion USD!

Judging by the quantity of these munitions, this was definitely the equipment of an Eagle division; perhaps they didn't have time to evacuate during the late Vietnam War, so the Eagle left this batch of munitions and gold hidden here temporarily.

By the time the Fall of Saigon came, they were too busy running for their lives; to make room for people, some helicopters were even pushed off aircraft carriers, so how could they have had time to move munitions and gold.

Therefore, this batch of munitions fell into Chen Jiajun's lap!

After clearing out all the munitions, Chen Jiajun left the cave and called to his brothers: "Let's go! I've already arranged for people to come! When the time comes, this batch of munitions will be safely transferred to Hong Kong!"

The brothers trusted their Big Brother's words implicitly and covered him as they quickly left the area.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed since Chen Jiajun left Hong Kong.

The day after Chen Jiajun left Hong Kong, Jiang Tianyang couldn't wait to open the coffin and examine the body.

After inspection by a professional team, it was confirmed that Che Baoshan and Jiang Tiansheng indeed shared a blood relation.

Hung Hing was also very straightforward and returned some of the assets belonging to Jiang Tiansheng to Jiang Tianyang.

The reason was simple: Chen Jiajun didn't care for these industries.

Even the finance company was handed over to Jiang Tianyang; of course, before the transfer, Xing Shu and the others had sold off all the debt claims.

Wanchai.

Jinbi Huihuang Nightclub.

Huang Bi'an opened a bottle of champagne and sat in a booth drinking by herself, followed by two Gweilo toughs whose faces were written with "keep out."

She had now become the VIP Hall manager of the Lisboa Casino; the VIP Hall had dedicated guards, so she didn't need to stay in Macau long-term like Lao E.

For the past half month, Huang Bi'an would come to Jinbi Huihuang or XS Nightclub every day; she had called Chen Jiajun countless times, but he was always out of service range.

"Dumu, what exactly did your Big Brother go to Yue Nan to do? It's been half a month, how come there's still no word at all?"

The two had only known each other for a month, and the time they had actually spent together was less than a week; how could she, with her heart stirred by spring, endure this?

As such, her mind was filled with wild fantasies every day.

"Don't worry." Dumu kept a straight face.

During the time Chen Jiajun was away, Hong Kong was not peaceful.

Hung Hing lost four branches and ten thousand men overnight; many societies were restless, thinking Hung Hing was easy to bully, and one after another they stepped over the line!

Among them were societies like Wo Shing Shing, Wo Hing Shing, Shui Fong, Sun Yee On, Hung Lok, Changyi, and so on. As the Second Route Marshal of Hung Hing, Dumu stepped forward in this situation. Wherever a branch had trouble, he would rush there, fighting all the way from Hong Kong Island to the New Territories.

Meanwhile, Jiang Tianyang led Tony and his two brothers to personally cut down Wei Ye, the Headman of Guanyong, and now he spent every day in the Yau Ma Tei Fruit Market and Temple Street squaring off and brawling with various societies.

And people like Che Baoshan, Tony, and A Hu also made a name for themselves in battles big and small.

Just then.

The phone rang, and the young demon slave who answered it shouted to Dumu: "Brother Dumu, there's trouble!"

Dumu walked quickly to the bar and picked up the phone: "Brother Dumu, Dong Sing's Xiaomianhu and Xiashanhu have run to Lockhart Road in Causeway Bay and opened a bar called Dongman!"

"I'm coming right now!"

Dumu nodded and roared at his brothers: "Assemble the troops!"

"Yes!"

Several fierce-looking young demon slaves shouted in unison.

Arriving downstairs and getting into a Bentley, Dumu immediately drove toward Causeway Bay; on the way, he called Hao Dazai: "Assemble the troops! Grab your weapons! Meet at the bar!"

Arriving at Lockhart Road and meeting up with Hao Dazai.

Dumu tossed the car keys to a young demon slave and waved his hand: "Let's go."

The group marched imposingly toward Dongman Bar.

Arriving at the entrance of Dongman Bar, it just so happened that staff were renovating the place.

Dumu offered courtesy before resorting to force, stepping forward and roaring: "Dong Sing punks, don't you know this is Hung Hing territory!"

"Screw you!"

"F*** your..."

"..."

In an instant.

The renovation workers inside the bar, all Dong Sing punks, rushed out cursing and swearing, yet upon seeing the muscular giant, the fierce and menacing Dumu, and the killing intent radiating from the young demon slaves behind him, they all looked as if they had been throttled by the neck.

One hotheaded youth, a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger, charged up and pointed at Dumu, berating him: "F*** your mother, do you know whose place this is!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed, because only then did he recognize who the person before him was!

The infamous King of Killers in the underworld!

Hung Hing Second Route Marshal, Dalao Jun's top lieutenant, and the Wanchai Ching Yee Sik Zhafit, Dumu!

"What did you just say? Say it again?"

"Slap! Slap!"

Dumu said in a muffled voice; he didn't have a good temper, so he grabbed the Majai who had just been berating him and gave him two slaps!

With just two slaps, that Majai was already seeing stars!

Clearly, this was still with Dumu not using his full strength.

"Let go!"

"Release him!"

At this moment, two tall and sturdy men walked out; the leader wore a flashy pair of white-rimmed sunglasses and a loose-fitting gray short-sleeved shirt, looking very flamboyant and somewhat unconventional.

Following behind him was a man in a suit wearing gold-rimmed glasses, whose sleazy temperament made him look like a total con artist.

But the person following closely behind them was none other than the Hung Hing fence-sitter, Ji Ge.

(End of this chapter)