Chapter 168: Standoff with the Big Brother

The brothers present were no fools; even the slacker Da Fei knew this matter was extremely thorny.

Xing Shu said in a deep voice: "Ada, why not have a talk with Jiang Tianyang and let them hand over the people? In the half-month you've been away, most of the societies in Hong Kong have been itching to take a bite out of us."

"If we have a large-scale showdown and fight with Jiang Tianyang and the Vietnam Gang, these people definitely won't just sit by and watch."

"One must remember, a gentleman's revenge is never too late, even after ten years."

After speaking, Xing Shu flicked his cigarette butt into the ashtray.

Jing Kun said in a deep voice: "Since Jiang Tianyang has already done this, he certainly won't hand anyone over."

"Also... we must take action, we must fight!"

"We must fight until we are bloodied! Fight until our banner is known! Otherwise, other societies will only think our Hung Hing is easy to bully!"

After nearly half an hour of silence, Chen Jiajun looked at Bao Hua and spoke: "Hua Shu, Taizi has already defected. When the brothers take action later, if there are any accidents, please don't blame me."

"Go ahead and do it! You have already given Gan Zitai several chances. Since he has already quit Hung Hing, from now on he is no longer a disciple of mine, Bao Hua!"

Taizi was his proudest student and his most excellent disciple. Chen Jiajun had already given Taizi some face, but Taizi still defected; this matter was no longer something he could decide.

Chen Jiajun continued: "Starting from today, all of you must be equipped with bodyguards when you go out."

"I will definitely take action. When the time comes, I won't just fight; I will pull the Vietnam Gang and Jiang Tianyang up by their roots!"

"But do not act rashly for now; wait for my orders."

"You must remember, from this moment on, our Hung Hing is an enemy to everyone! Every society in Hong Kong is watching us!"

"Those with grudges will settle them, and those without will scramble for the spoils."

"So for this battle, we must be cautious, cautious, and even more cautious!"

"In this battle! I will cleanse the territory!"

"In this battle! I will drive every Yuenanzai in Hong Kong out of Hong Kong!"

"In this battle! I will make every society unable to lift their heads under the feet of Hung Hing!"

Chen Jiajun's voice grew louder and louder as he spoke, and all the Hung Hing Big Dippers in Zhongyi Hall slowly raised their heads.

Full of confidence!

Afterward, Chen Jiajun assigned some tasks, and the Hung Hing Zha FIT Rens left one after another.

He remained sitting in the Dragon Head's main seat, smoking a Cigar and drinking tea, his brows locked in deep thought.

"Is there really no other way to solve this?"

Jing Kun thought for a long time, sitting opposite Chen Jiajun, looking at him, who was only twenty-one years old, and suddenly threw out a question.

"The ones causing trouble this time aren't just Jiang Tianyang and the Yuenanzai; behind them, Ba Mian Fo is stirring things up because we occupy the most lucrative areas but don't sell Laundry Powder."

"Just killing Jiang Tianyang, Shenxian Ke, Che Baoshan, and the three Tony brothers of the Vietnam Gang won't be enough."

"As long as a triad organization isn't dismantled, there will always be someone to step up."

"Pulling them up by the roots—that is the only way!"

Chen Jiajun smoked his Cigar, his gaze calm, his tone chilling.

Jing Kun said: "But even if you pull them all up by the roots, this path will be very difficult for you to walk in the future."

Jing Kun meant that behind Ba Mian Fo, there were major warlords like Kunsha providing support.

Chen Jiajun raised his head and said: "No problem, the path ahead will be walked by me, Chen Jiajun, alone."

Guojun Academy.

"Hui Gou, come over and chat for a bit."

Lu Jinqiang called over the Majai he had recently taken in.

The boy called Hui Gou looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old. He didn't have the slovenliness of other juvenile delinquents; on the contrary, he looked clean and fresh, though there was a mixed-race look between his brows.

"Big Brother!" Hui Gou walked over.

Lu Jinqiang called Hui Gou into the office and closed the blinds:

"You already know about the big event that happened at Hung Hing, right?"

Hui Gou nodded, his expression unchanged, waiting for Lu Jinqiang to continue.

"Ada wants people to do a job."

"I've thought about it, and I trust you most to lead this team. You'll have to go into a juvenile detention center for a few months; think about it."

"I'll do it."

Hui Gou didn't even hesitate and spoke directly: "Is it the Yuenanzai, or Shenxian Ke, Che Baoshan, Taizi, or Chen Dayu?"

"Take a few brothers to some of the venues in Jordan and use 'fire rats' to accidentally set them ablaze," Lu Jinqiang told Hui Gou.

Jordan, also known as Guanyong, was the backyard of Tsim Sha Tsui, an out-and-out lucrative area, and it was also what Jiang Tianyang had just conquered.

"If I finish this job, can I get ahead once I get out of the juvenile detention center?"

Hui Gou's face seemed to have never shown an expression, or rather, it only showed one called fearlessness.

"Ada doesn't lie to people. I'll give you two venues when the time comes," Lu Jinqiang patted Hui Gou on the shoulder.

Hui Gou was the most vicious juvenile delinquent in Shek O Gorge, Shenshuishe, New Territories. He had a dozen brothers around him. They didn't touch Laundry Powder or steal; instead, they specialized in beating other juvenile gangs and robbing them of their money, and his fierce reputation was well-known.

After Banshou En planted his flag in Yuen Long, Lu Jinqiang, as Banshou En's top lieutenant, let Hui Gou cover four A-Goods stalls.

Hui Gou was of mixed race. His mother used to work in a brothel in Tsim Sha Tsui, and he didn't know who his father was.

He had lived a lonely and miserable life since he was a child. His mother felt Hui Gou was a burden; whenever she was unhappy, she would whip him, and she would even bring customers home.

At nine, a fire broke out in their home. Hui Gou didn't choose to save his mother; he watched her burn to death!

Since then, he wandered the streets, fighting wild dogs for food.

At ten, while picking through trash cans, he was humiliated by someone who made him crawl through their crotch. He used a pig bone to stab that person into critical condition and spent two years receiving psychological counseling in a juvenile detention center.

Lu Jinqiang took a roll of Hong Kong dollars from his pocket and carefully instructed: "Thirty thousand dollars. You'll get more when you come out. Don't split the money with the younger brothers yet; don't let them know about this. Just let them think it was an accidental fire."

"I know what to do, don't worry."

Lu Jinqiang nodded with satisfaction and said, "With your sharp mind, you will surely get ahead soon."

"Don't worry, Qiangge. I won't take the money for now. Otherwise, if the Police find so much cash, it's easy for them to think someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes. I haven't been entered into the Hung Hing Sea Registry yet, so I am the most suitable person to do this kind of thing."

Hui Gou did not take the money from Lu Jinqiang's hand, saying this with a tone of complete confidence.

After drinking three or four pots of tea at Zhongyi Hall and clearing his thoughts, Chen Jiajun took a Mercedes-Benz Pullman toward Repulse Bay.

Just as the car drove past Taiping Mountain, a Mercedes-Benz with the license plate number 1, escorted by several Police vehicles, quickly caught up. A hand reached out from the driver's side of the Mercedes-Benz and made a gesture for Chen Jiajun's motorcade to pull over.

"Find a spot to stop," Chen Jiajun said to Tian Yangsheng, who was driving.

One minute later, Chen Jiajun's motorcade and the motorcade of the "Number One Brother" Han Yili stopped in an open area.

Twenty Police Constables in uniform got out of their cars, and then a group of suit-clad men with an even stronger sense of oppression climbed out of Chen Jiajun's motorcade to face the Police Constables.

The Chief Superintendent of the Anti-Triad Unit opened the door of the Mercedes-Benz with license plate number 1, and the "Number One Brother," Commissioner of the Hong Kong Police Force Han Yili, stepped out. Chen Jiajun also got out of his car at this moment.

"Mr. Chen."

"Number One Brother."

"Let's talk by the roadside."

The two men shook hands.

Leaning against the railing and looking out at the calm sea, Chen Jiajun had his left hand in his pocket, smoking a cigar.

After a moment of silence, the "Number One Brother" Han Yili spoke: "I came to see you specifically today because I know I cannot stop Hung Hing's retaliation."

"Konglong is already dead. How he died is not important; what matters is how the Hung Hing boys will live from now on. Have you thought it through?"

"I hope you can understand this issue and keep the retaliation within a certain scope."

Han Yili and Chen Jiajun had never met, but the files regarding Chen Jiajun had already been worn thin from being flipped through.

He was afraid that what happened in Macau would happen in Hong Kong.

Therefore, he gave Chen Jiajun face and took the initiative to loosen his stance.

Chen Jiajun laughed and said, "Number One Brother, are you admitting the incompetence of your Police force by saying these things to me?"

"You clearly know who the mastermind is, yet you only let him assist in the investigation."

Han Yili flicked his cigarette ash: "You were also the mastermind behind the Hong Kong Island anti-triad protest, and you were also the mastermind behind the two bloody cases in Macau."

His meaning was clear: you, Chen Jiajun, are no saint either, so don't mock others when you are just as bad.

Chen Jiajun spread his hands with an innocent look: "Then why did you come to see me?"

"Are you saying that Jiang Tianyang and the Vietnam Gang are under your protection?"

"If you talk to me with this attitude, I don't think there is any need for us to continue talking!"

"I'm telling you, if you dare to make a big scene this time, I will definitely have you deported!" Han Yili shouted sternly at Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun puffed on his cigar, his tone calm: "I'll just tell you this: we in Hung Hing will definitely take action. Since you really want to wade into these muddy waters, I might as well press you into the water along with them."

Han Yili asked: "What do you mean by wading into these muddy waters!"

Chen Jiajun replied: "You can interpret it as a friendly warning."

Han Yili immediately rebuked loudly: "I am the Royal Hong Kong Police! This is Hong Kong, and I have the authority to manage it! If you cause trouble, I will arrest you!"

Chen Jiajun laughed, raised his index finger, and roared at Han Yili:

"Hong Kong was leased to you by the Qing government, f*** your mother!"

"I don't recognize this! Are any of you Gweilos good people? Are you worthy of this uniform you're wearing? Ah!!!"

Holy s***!

All the Police Constables were scared to death...

Damn it, there is actually someone who dares to say such things in front of the "Number One Brother" of the Royal Hong Kong Police?

"You piece of trash! Do you believe I'll shoot you dead right now!"

Provoked, Han Yili reached into his pocket to touch his gun, shouting with a red face.

"You didn't bring your service weapon? I have one!"

Chen Jiajun smiled, and in front of Han Yili and all the Police Constables, he pulled out a Browning and handed it to Han Yili:

"Come on! I'll give you a chance!"

Han Yili took the gun and pressed it directly against Chen Jiajun's face:

"F*** YOU!"

"I'll kill you right now!"

For a moment, everyone present was nervous. The Anti-Triad Unit Chief Superintendent Hu Zhuoren immediately signaled everyone not to act rashly, and Xing Shu was scared out of his wits.

"Come on!"

"If you pull this trigger, I definitely won't survive!"

"Tomorrow, you, Han Yili, will definitely be famous throughout the entire Chinese world!"

Chen Jiajun stared at Han Yili without fear, pointing at his own forehead.

Commissioner of the Hong Kong Police Force Han Yili stood there, eyes wide and looking fierce, his finger still hooked on the trigger: "You're lying to me, there are no bullets in here."

"Heh, you don't dare?"

"It's that you don't have the guts!"

Chen Jiajun grabbed the Browning and pulled back the slide.

"Click!"

A brass-colored bullet fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

"This gun was loaded."

"Superintendent, do you think I'm joking with you?"

At this moment, the dignity and prestige of the Royal Hong Kong Police were swept away simultaneously.

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his Cigar, pointed at himself, and said with a smile:

"I know, you all call me the Underground Emperor; it sounds like a joke, but I'm telling you, I am!"

"The Vietnam Gang and Jiang Tianyang, I, Chen Jiajun, am determined to have them!"

"Don't say it's you, Superintendent, even if Jesus came, he couldn't protect him!"

"I said it!"

After finishing, Chen Jiajun looked at Han Yili and turned to walk into the Mercedes-Benz Pullman.

Not until the motorcade had left did Han Yili feel that his chest and back were drenched in sweat!

He naturally knew there were bullets in the Browning, but he didn't dare to fire!

Right!

He was afraid!

He didn't have the guts to fire!

Because the current Chen Jiajun was a billionaire with a net worth of 2 billion!

Once he really did that, his official uniform would be gone!

Not only that, but every Police Constable present today would have to die!

"Superintendent, what do we do now?" Hu Zhuoren, Chief Superintendent of the Anti-Triad Unit, walked up behind Han Yili.

"Do what you have to do."

Han Yili was silent for a moment, giving an ambiguous answer.

Returning to Repulse Bay Manor, the Butler bowed slightly to Chen Jiajun and stepped forward: "Young Master, Miss Huang is here."

"She's here?" Chen Jiajun handed his coat to the Butler.

When he arrived in the living room, Guan Jiahui, Huang Bi'an, and Lu Yongyu were playing poker.

Hearing the chaotic footsteps, Huang Bi'an hurriedly stood up: "Mr. Chen, sorry for the intrusion."

She still addressed him as Mr. Chen, because she still remembered the second rule Chen Jiajun had set for her: when I tell you to get lost, you must get lost!

Summoned at will, dismissed at will!

This was her position in this relationship.

"Husband!"

"A Jun, you're back?"

Seeing Chen Jiajun, Guan Jiahui and Lu Yongyu were full of surprise.

To the side, seeing this scene, Huang Bi'an had tears in her eyes, picked up her bag, and said: "Then... then I'll go first, ah!!"

But she didn't expect that the next moment, Chen Jiajun would grab her hand: "Calling me Mr. Chen? Since you're already here, stay at the house; it's not safe outside right now."

"What are you doing!"

Huang Bi'an felt her face flush red, all the way to her ears; after all, for the past two days in front of Guan Jiahui, she had insisted that she was only a business partner of Hongxing.

She didn't expect Chen Jiajun to break through this layer of paper directly in front of his two girlfriends.

Huang Bi'an stomped her feet, not daring to lift her head, but deep down she felt wonderful.

Caught off guard.

Chen Jiajun pulled her directly into his arms and said: "Alright, just live in the Zhuangyuan from now on."

Hearing this, Huang Bi'an's head lowered even further into the dust.

To the side, Lu Yongyu felt a pang of bitterness: "What about me?"

The man in front of her always smiled at her, but beneath that smile, he maintained a certain distance.

Most of the time, Chen Jiajun was polite, didn't drink excessively, and didn't lose his temper with the women around him; often, Lu Yongyu felt that Chen Jiajun didn't seem like a Dragon Head of a triad society.

After dinner.

Seeing that it was late, Chen Jiajun had the driver take Lu Yongyu back to Tuen Mun; at this time, Tian Yangsheng walked in: "Big Brother, everything is arranged."

The reason for returning so late from Yue Nan this time was that Chen Jiajun, Tian Yangsheng, and the others had made a trip back to the Mainland to recruit several helicopter pilots.

Chen Jiajun planned to register a travel company in Hong Kong; these pilots would be responsible for routes from Macau to Hong Kong and from Hong Kong Island to Kowloon.

"I know. Let them rest for a few days; in a few days, I'll have them get to work."

After Chen Jiajun finished speaking, he tilted his head and drank some tea.

"Received!" Tian Yangsheng nodded.

Hong Kong Island passed the night in an unusually calm state.

Early this morning.

At the intersection outside Jordan Road.

Hui Gou struck a match, lit the bottom of a cloth bag, and threw it directly onto the ground; in the blink of an eye, dozens of rats became balls of fire, scurrying everywhere. Hui Gou lifted his foot and kicked the frantic, burning rats toward the entrance of the Bar!

Chuisui Wang inside the Bar heard the shouting outside, pushed the door open, and saw Hui Gou kicking the burning rats into the Bar one by one.

"You little punk! I hid so far away and you still found me! Stop it right now!"

Chuisui Wang charged at Hui Gou, swinging the baseball bat in his hand toward his head.

"Hahahaha! Chuisui Wang, how is it? Are you scared?"

"I'm a minor; even if I hack you to death, I don't have to go to jail! All these years, I've been dying to hack you to death every single day!"

Hui Gou dodged the baseball bat in Chuisui Wang's hand, raised his leg, and kicked him to the ground, his eyes revealing madness and evil.

"Today I am going to make you watch with your own eyes as this Bar is burned to the ground by me; you are truly lucky!"

"After I got out of the boys' home, I searched the whole world for you but couldn't find you. To run into you while out for a drive today, heaven truly has eyes!" Hui Gou laughed wildly.

Chuisui Wang was kicked in the lower abdomen by his stepson and collapsed on the ground, shouting incessantly: "Stop it quickly!"

Several of Hui Gou's lackeys had also run over by this time, and Hui Gou said to them: "Light the rats and kick them all inside."

The few lackeys obediently began to stoop down to light the rats, and one by one, the rats turned into fireballs and were stuffed into the Bar. Smelling the scent of burning coming from inside the Bar, Hui Gou grinned at Chuisui Wang and said:

"Call the police then! Lie on the ground and wait to die! Do you want to go down and keep my mother, who was burned to death, company?"

(End of this chapter)