Chapter 167: The Entire Hong Kong Is Watching Him

"Officer Huang, may I ask what this is about?" Jiang Tianyang revealed a generous smile.

Huang Zhicheng held up his identification: "Jiang Tianyang! There have been six shootings in Hong Kong Island and Hong Kong today; you need to assist in the investigation!"

On Hong Kong Island, gang conflicts usually only involve knives; even if someone is seriously injured, people in the gangs will not report to the police!

But shootings are different. Once a shot is fired, it is in plain view of everyone; one cannot pretend not to know, and the Anti-Triad Unit and the Serious Crime Unit must step in to handle it!

Jiang Tianyang frowned: "Officer Huang, I have been praying in the church these past few days. Matters outside have nothing to do with me."

"Hmph, you people who live on the streets, don't you all worship Guan Gong? Since when did you switch to worshipping God?"

Huang Zhicheng sneered, his face stern: "Konglong is dead! Baji is seriously injured! Jiang Tianyang, you must be very pleased with yourself right now!"

Jiang Tianyang was expressionless: "I truly don't know what you are talking about! I have long since retired; the affairs of Hung Hing have nothing to do with me."

For the past half-month, the reason Jiang Tianyang had not moved against Hung Hing was to make them lower their guard, then strike like thunder when they were unprepared!

Through the Vietnam Gang, he hired a group of Vietnamese gunmen at the price of 200,000 per life to launch a bloody retaliation against the Zha FIT Rens of Hung Hing.

Hung Hing will always belong to the Jiang family!

The Dragon Head throne can only belong to a member of the Jiang family, not to Chen Jiajun!

Therefore, the Hung Hing Zha FIT Rens who betrayed Jiang Tiansheng must all die!

He had not expected that after sending out so many gunmen, they would only manage to kill Konglong and seriously injure Ji Ge.

He was not afraid of the Vietnamese gunmen exposing him; on one hand, gunmen have their own professional code, and on the other, Shenxian Ke was the one handling everything behind the scenes.

"Officer, Mr. Jiang has been praying in the church these past few days; I can testify to that!" The Priest stood by Jiang Tianyang's side.

As the priest of St. John's Cathedral, he usually associated with the top Chinese circles and high-ranking Gweilo, and his status in Hong Kong was not low!

"No, we must have Jiang Tianyang come back to assist in the investigation!" Huang Zhicheng's attitude was firm.

On the side, Jiang Tianyang's assistant was cooperative: "Since it is assisting in the investigation, I request that we sign the bail for Mr. Jiang as soon as possible, but the police have no authority to prevent Mr. Jiang from seeking medical treatment at the hospital."

Huang Zhicheng said with a dark face: "Of course, it is only assisting in the investigation. If you insist on signing for bail, then..."

Lowering his head to check the time, Huang Zhicheng continued: "According to the Police Force regulations, we can provide a response regarding the bail within twelve hours at the latest. Please come with me to the Police Station first, let's go!"

Jiang Tianyang's bloody retaliation against the Zha FIT Rens of Hung Hing shocked the entire Hong Kong.

Jiang Tianyang was indeed worthy of being Jiang Tianyang!

Back in the day, he fought across the underworld without a rival and became a famous warrior; now, returning to Hong Kong, he struck repeatedly, throwing the underworld into darkness!

For a time, countless eyes turned toward Hung Hing, and everyone was curious about how Hung Hing would retaliate.

Late at night, Kai Tak Airport.

The young demon slaves stood in two rows, watching in all directions; Xing Shu wore a black suit and black sunglasses, his hands wrapped in white cloth, his face sorrowful, his gaze fixed on the exit.

"Ada!"

Seeing a large group of people walk out of the airport, Xing Shu hurried to greet them, and the young demon slaves also gathered around, protecting Ada in the very center.

"Xing Shu, let's talk in the car." Chen Jiajun's expression was cold and stern, his head lowered as he continued to walk forward.

"Chen Jiajun!"

Walking out of the airport, Liao Zhizong from the Central and Western District Police Station's Anti-Triad Unit appeared, leading Police Constables as he strode over: "Let's have a talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

Wearing sunglasses, Chen Jiajun shook his head expressionlessly.

Liao Zhizong walked up to him and said: "Give me some face; we will give you an explanation for this matter."

"What explanation?"

Chen Jiajun chuckled and shook his head, then took off his sunglasses: "Can you bring Jiang Tianyang to justice?"

"On the black market, one life is 200,000! Do you know what 200,000 in Hong Kong currency means in Yue Nan?"

"It means they can keep their mouths shut, and they can die for this money!"

"Do you understand?"

"Do you police have evidence to charge Jiang Tianyang!"

Everyone at the scene was stunned, and Liao Zhizong was speechless for a moment: "You have to trust the Hong Kong Royal Police."

"Royal Police?"

"Heh!"

At this very moment, Chen Jiajun's gaze was predatory; after saying this, he put on his sunglasses and left directly.

Liao Zhizong wanted to say something more, but a group of brothers directly blocked his path.

Chen Jiajun ducked into the Mercedes-Benz Pullman, and the brothers also piled into the Mercedes-Benz at the same time.

Funeral home.

By now, quite a few Hong Kong Reporters had gathered outside the door; the Hung Hing Big Dippers stood in two rows, each wearing a black suit with white cloth tied around their right arms, their expressions solemn.

Funeral parlor.

Except for Ji Ge, who was still in the hospital, and Lao E, who was far away in Macau, all of Hung Hing's Zha FIT Rens were present.

Han Bin and Xiyan were squatting on the ground with red eyes, burning yellow paper; Konglong's woman was wearing hemp mourning clothes, and the Hung Hing Big Dippers from the Tuen Mun branch were all draped in mourning attire.

"Ada!"

When the Mercedes-Benz Pullman drove into the funeral home, the crowd suddenly became restless.

It was drizzling with light rain; Xing Shu got out of the car first to open an umbrella, and then Chen Jiajun strode toward the funeral home.

"Ada." Jing Kun handed over three incense sticks.

Chen Jiajun took the incense, bowed toward Konglong, and then inserted the three sticks into the Guan Gong Shrine; the atmosphere was exceptionally heavy.

"Ada!" Han Bin felt a lump in his throat, raising his head with bloodshot eyes.

Chen Jiajun said nothing; the person was already dead, and saying anything was useless.

He looked at Jing Kun and asked, "How is A Ji?"

"His right hand is completely ruined," Jing Kun answered briefly.

Chen Jiajun already knew the details of the incident; as for this group of gunmen who assassinated the Hung Hing Zha FIT Ren, except for those shot dead on the spot by Ma Jun of the Anti-Triad Unit, not a single one of the rest escaped, all being caught on the spot by the Hung Hing boys and subjected to extreme punishment.

At this very moment, all the Hung Hing Big Dipper looked at Chen Jiajun, as if they had found their backbone.

Chen Jiajun took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "Everyone, deal with Konglong's funeral arrangements first. Since I am the Dragon Head of Hung Hing, I will give everyone an explanation for this matter!"

"Let everyone help Konglong leave in peace; I will have people go down to keep him company."

Anyone could see that Chen Jiajun had tanned after being away for half a month, and the exhaustion of traveling through the night was written on his face.

Chen Jiajun continued, "Binni Zai, Xiyan, you and Shisimei stay here to keep Konglong company; everyone else, come back to Zhongyi Hall with me for a meeting."

Seeing Chen Jiajun come out, the reporters frantically pressed the shutters of their cameras, and some reporters asked questions:

"Mr. Chen, it is rumored that you are not only the Chairman of Guojun Technology and Guojun Academy but also the Dragon Head of Hung Hing. May I ask if this is true?"

"Mr. Chen, may we take a few minutes of your time for an interview?"

"Mr. Chen!"

Several rows of strong young demon slaves formed a human wall, and Chen Jiajun ducked into the Mercedes-Benz Pullman and drove away.

……

Zhongyi Hall, shrouded in smoke.

The Hung Hing Zha FIT Ren were puffing on cigarettes, their brows tightly locked.

Chen Jiajun sat in the main seat without saying a word, the atmosphere exceptionally heavy.

Compared to the bustling Zhongyi Hall of a month ago, it was now terrifyingly deserted, and the number of people had been halved.

Lao E from Macau was not there, Binni Zai, Shisimei, and Xiyan were at the funeral home, and Ji Ge was still in the hospital.

That is how it is when you live this life; there is only a step between a funeral and a promotion.

Jiang Tianyang's bloody retaliation was beyond Chen Jiajun's expectations, but it was within reason.

In this battle, Chen Jiajun must find the right timing and the right way to settle it.

Otherwise, he, Chen Jiajun, would definitely be deported from Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is not Macau; when the Governor of Macau goes for tea, even the Gweilo won't greet him, and no one likes him.

But the upper-class Gweilo in Hong Kong have a strong grip on Hong Kong.

He, Chen Jiajun, is also too famous!

Famous to the point of being the talk of the town!

Now the whole of Hong Kong is watching him: the underworld, the police, Undercover agents, informants...

He cannot be like he was in Macau, sending out a thousand gunmen to directly root out the forces of the Yuenanzai and Jiang Tianyang!

Once he does that, he definitely won't be able to stay in Hong Kong!

(End of this chapter)