Chapter 169: Appetizer

When Chen Jiajun drove his Porsche 911 to Jordan, the bars along the entire street were already ablaze; even the nearby residential buildings were affected, and the sirens of Fire Services Department fire trucks and Police cars were flashing.

As the Police were directing traffic to turn around, Chen Jiajun handed over a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Officer, what happened up ahead? Why is it burning so badly?"

The Police officer took the cigarettes, lit one, shook his head, and sighed:

"Misfortune always picks the weakest to strike; bad luck always finds the miserable!

A fourteen-year-old punk went for a joyride and, as luck would have it, ran into his mother's boyfriend who used to beat him every day. When he was 10, he had already been sent to a juvenile home for two years for stabbing his mother's boyfriend with a bone-handled knife. This time, when he ran into him, he deliberately torched the bar his mother's boyfriend was guarding. You tell me, which of the two is more pathetic?"

Chen Jiajun smiled: "The bar's Boss is the most pathetic."

Hearing Chen Jiajun say this, the Police officer actually nodded: "Listening to you put it that way, it really is."

Chen Jiajun turned the Porsche around and headed toward the Hung Hom Tunnel. The people Lu Jinqiang arranged were thorough enough; doing it this way provided a better justification than a botched arson attempt.

On the road, Chen Jiajun used his mobile phone to call Lao Yu and said to Lao Yu, who was waiting for news on the other end: "Lu Jinqiang's people have entered the juvenile home; you all should get ready to act too."

The intersection outside Wo Chai Street in Shenshuishe.

Dressed in tight leather, Lao Yu put down the mobile phone and said to the more than one hundred motorcycle riders behind him: "Jordan is already on fire; the Vietnam Gang's laundry powder factory has weak defenses! Put on your helmets and make sure your fireproof gloves are on!"

After speaking, Lao Yu put on his helmet, swung onto a Harley Motorcycle, and with a flick of his hand, a Machete suddenly appeared. The more than one hundred motorcycle riders behind him were all of Hell Knight caliber.

In the hands of several dozen of these motorcycle riders were petrol bombs, the pale yellow liquid inside sloshing incessantly.

Behind the several dozen motorcycle riders, Bai Lu wore leather and gripped the motorcycle handlebars with one hand.

Following that were five vans.

Ya Qi used an intercom headset to tell everyone:

"After we enter Wo Chai Street in a moment, Lao Yu, you all charge in first and hack them; don't show any mercy.

We will throw the petrol bombs. Once the fire starts, there are LPG Tanks in every van. After we retreat, remember to throw them in to blow up Tony and his two brothers' laundry powder factory. Everyone, keep your masks on so no one sees your faces!"

"Move out!"

Up front, Lao Yu didn't even acknowledge them, just waved his hand, and over a hundred motorcycles roared to life, charging toward Wo Chai Street!

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains swayed, and a wild wind rose up!

Midnight.

Wo Chai Street, the Vietnam Gang's laundry powder factory. After joining forces with Jiang Tianyang, the Vietnam Gang had moved the powder factory here. The distribution of these goods here had long been scouted out by Lao Yu.

The Majai responsible for guarding the site was still bleary-eyed when he heard the roar of engines outside the iron gate.

"Fuck your mother, making so much noise in the middle of the night!"

A Zha's Majai thought it was just some punks racing and complained twice about the roaring engines.

The next second!

With a "Boom—"!

The entire iron shutter gate was dragged away directly by the high-horsepower motorcycles!

A glass bottle flashing with flames flew past his head, was thrown into the yard, and smashed against the Guan Di Statue enshrined in the center, shattering into dust.

"Damn it!"

When that Majai turned around in a fright, the Shrine of the powder factory had already turned into a mass of flames, burning incessantly.

Another petrol bomb was thrown over, landing right in front of him! The flames "whooshed" out from the glass bottle! In the blink of an eye, his eyebrows were burned off and his clothes were ignited; the Majai screamed and rushed out of the powder factory!

"Fuck your mother!"

"Hack them to death!"

The Yuenanzai in the powder factory upstairs rushed down holding Machetes and clubs!

But the Hell Knights outside the gate didn't even stop, charging into the powder factory. Holding the handlebars with their left hands and Machetes in their right, they tore the Yuenanzai apart, their screams echoing endlessly!

More petrol bombs were thrown into the powder factory!

Ya Qi jumped off his bike, unscrewed the valves of several small LPG Tanks, and threw them into the powder factory! Turning back, he slashed the back of the underling who was rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the flames!

"Retreat!!"

Lao Yu got on his Harley Motorcycle and said.

The vehicles had not even gone twenty meters when a loud explosion came from the powder factory!

The batch of laundry powder that the Vietnam Gang and Jiang Tianyang had joined forces to buy from Ba Mian Fo had all gone up in smoke!

Since the money era, this was the first time in twenty years that a gang conflict had involved petrol bombs and LPG Tank attacks!

More than an hour later.

"Damn it all!"

"The Hung Hing boys did this!"

A Zha stood at the head of Wo Chai Street, roaring as he looked at the billowing smoke from the powder factory.

His heart was bleeding; after all, this powder factory held laundry powder worth tens of millions!

At this moment, hundreds of Yuenanzai had gathered behind A Zha. The Uniformed Police responsible for maintaining the perimeter and the Fire Department firefighters putting out the blaze all subconsciously stepped back a few paces.

A Toyota Crown stopped at the entrance of Wo Chai Street. Four men in suits and leather shoes stepped out. Seeing hundreds of people blocking the way, the middle-aged man in the lead tilted his head toward his companion: "A Chang."

Lu Qichang took a police light from the car, placed it on the roof, and turned on the siren.

The middle-aged man took an ID from his suit, pinned it to his chest, and said dismissively to the hundreds of Yuenanzai before him: "Move aside, tell your boss, Brother Zha, to come out and chat."

The Yuenanzai stared at the four men without moving. Behind them, Lu Qichang, who had just placed the police light, stepped forward quickly, reached out to shove the punk at the very front, and roared with a fierce expression:

"Move aside! Do you want to go inside for a vacation?"

Seeing the Police about to take action, hundreds of Yuenanzai surged forward, cursing with foul language.

Lu Qichang pulled a Point 38 Handgun from his waist and roared at the Yuenanzai in front of him:

"Move again and I'll treat it as you trying to snatch a gun and attack the Police! Go ahead, move!"

However, his posturing did not scare this group of vicious Yuenanzai; many of them even looked at him, eager to try.

From deep within the crowd, A Zha roared: "Everyone, get the fuck out of the way!"

Hundreds of Yuenanzai cleared a path, and A Zha walked over step by step with Tony and A Hu:

"Officer Huang is so free? Seizing guns and assaulting police? That's a huge charge!"

West Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit's Huang Zhicheng put his hands on his waist, walked up, and patted Lu Qichang on the shoulder: "A Chang, put it away! Our Brother Zha's bar in Jordan was burned down today; he's already very unhappy."

"How about it? Brother Zha, bringing so many little brothers to throw a party?"

"What holiday is it today? Playing so big? Who is the opponent? I'll help you drag him in." Huang Zhicheng lit a cigarette himself.

A Zha chuckled twice: "Thanks for the concern, Officer Huang, this has nothing to do with me. I'm just a concerned citizen, bringing brothers over to help put out the fire."

A Zha was full of smiles, waved his hand behind him, and the hundreds of Yuenanzai little brothers slowly dispersed.

"I knew you wouldn't say. Come back with me to give a statement and enjoy yourself in the interrogation room." Hearing A Zha's words, Lu Qichang reached out to take his handcuffs.

Huang Zhicheng pressed his hand down and said to A Zha: "Don't provoke the imperial authority; I know the rules. You won't say it, but I know who it is!"

"The Hung Hing boys made you lose several thousand in one night, you definitely aren't convinced. You tell me the name, and I'll help you drag him in."

"Officer Huang, I don't even know what you're talking about. I said it, it has nothing to do with me. Disperse!"

A Zha still shook his head, and after finishing, he waved his hand and walked toward his Mercedes-Benz.

Huang Zhicheng looked at him with a face full of smiles: "Do you want me to play with you all? I'll raid your venues every day from now on, three times a day, how about that?"

"If you like it, then raid away!" A Zha sneered.

"Ada, you told us a few days ago not to do anything?"

When Chen Jiajun arrived at the Tuen Mun warehouse, Jing Kun called him with a beaming smile.

"In my eyes, these aren't called doing things; these are just appetizers."

"Alright, have the brothers guard it well; what comes next is the main course!"

Chen Jiajun hung up the phone after speaking and looked at Tian Yangsheng.

"Big Brother, he is Wang Jianjun, the leader of this group."

Tian Yangsheng introduced a sturdy young man standing like a javelin beside him.

"Boss Chen."

Wang Jianjun rubbed his hands repeatedly in his trouser pockets to wipe away the sweat from his palms, then reached out to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun did not reach out, but looked at the man with a questioning gaze and said: "Wang Jianjun, right? Do you know what I want to do?"

"Kill Yuenanzai?"

"Boss Chen, don't worry! Our group is the best at killing Yuenanzai!"

Wang Jianjun patted his chest, his eyes shining with fearlessness; he had participated in the Vietnam War, was cold-blooded and cruel, and had superb marksmanship.

"Right!"

"Boss Chen, don't worry! We are all professionals!"

Wang Jianjun's younger brother also flashed a fearless gaze.

"If it were just simple killing, why would I need you?"

After speaking, Chen Jiajun signaled for the minor demon slaves to open the warehouse.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

The warehouse door slowly rose, and minor demon slaves stepped forward to turn on the halogen floodlights in the warehouse.

"Bang!"

The next moment!

The brightly lit scene before them gave Tian Yangsheng, Tian Yangyi, and the others a huge shock.

Because he was shocked to discover that the batch of military hardware they found in Yue Nan had actually arrived in Hong Kong silently: twenty Cobra Attack Helicopters, five Chinook Heavy Transport Helicopters, and the ground was covered in guns and ammunition.

How on earth did Big Brother manage this?

At this very moment, Tian Yangsheng, Tian Yangyi, Tian Yangzhi, and the others were all full of confusion.

"Wang Jianjun, I want you to fly two armed helicopters to kill a group of people!"

"I will tell you the time and location."

"Ten of you, one million each; once you take the money, it has nothing to do with me."

"If you don't have the guts, quit early!"

Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of cigar smoke into the air and glared at Wang Jianjun and the others.

At this very moment, everyone present looked at Chen Jiajun in astonishment, because this plan was simply too crazy—using armed helicopters to kill people!

This isn't war!

This is just an ordinary triad fight!

You actually want to use armed helicopters to kill?

By then... by then it would likely attract the attention of the Hong Kong Garrison.

Wang Jianjun and the others also swallowed hard; if it were just killing and looting, they would still have a chance to run back to Guangdong Province. One had to know this was a whole million—their descendants wouldn't be able to spend it all even if they rolled on the floor every day.

But using armed helicopters to kill was a completely different matter.

Wang Jianjun looked at his younger brother, looked at his brothers, and after a long time shouted to Chen Jiajun: "Boss Chen, this isn't a question of money."

"Then it's a question of life? Two million each, buying your lives."

"Three million each."

"Four million!"

"Five million!"

Accompanied by Chen Jiajun's layer-by-layer increases, Wang Jianjun bit the bullet and said:

"Fine! We'll do it!"

"Since you've agreed, then your lives are mine."

"This 1 million is pocket money for you all; go and enjoy what you should enjoy. This is a brick phone and a Pager; we will notify you to do things at any time. Remember the signal: three short, one long."

Chen Jiajun took a checkbook out from his suit lining, wrote down the figure of one million, and handed it to Wang Jianjun, while Tian Yangsheng took out brick phones, Pagers, and other communication tools and handed them to the men.

Immediately after, Chen Jiajun took out a sheet of white paper and said, "Additionally, you ten people write down your home addresses on this white paper. If something happens to you, I will deliver the five million head-money for each of you into the hands of your family members."

"Do not worry, if you can successfully escape, the money will definitely be delivered into your hands; I have always valued trust and kept my promises."

After pondering for a moment, Wang Jianjun and the others said, "Boss Chen, we trust your character, but could you pay half first? We want to return to the Mainland to deliver the money to our families first; that way, we won't have any worries when we start working."

"If it is to be given to family, my people will do it on your behalf."

Chen Jiajun's tone carried an overbearing quality that brooked no rebuttal, and after he finished speaking, he took his young demon slaves and left Tuen Mun.

Wang Jianjun and the others had no opportunity to refuse at all.

……

"Damn it!"

"Lost five thousand in one night!"

"And 20 brothers were burned to charcoal!"

In the Diamond Hill villa, A Zha sat in his seat with a wide-legged stance.

The entire villa looked like a crystal palace.

Tony pressed a girl against the table and worked hard: "Fuck his mother, the last time was purely an accident! Otherwise, this time we will directly take advantage of the day of Konglong's funeral to blow them all to the sky!"

Although they had no direct evidence to prove it was Hung Hing who did it, one could tell just by thinking with their backside that it was indeed Hung Hing.

"Although the Hong Kong Police are incompetent, they are not to be trifled with."

"During this period, you all stay calm and don't act rashly; Hu SIR, the head of the Anti-Triad Unit, has already spoken with me."

Jiang Tianyang shook his head; he was wearing silk pajamas and holding a thick Cigar between his fingers.

Tonight, although Hung Hing's counterattack was extreme, it was still within the tolerance range of the Royal Hong Kong Police.

Jiang Tianyang could even imagine the gloating expressions of the Police Constables from the Anti-Triad Unit and Narcotics Bureau after learning that the Vietnam Gang's powder factory had been burned down.

"The underlings below only have enough goods on hand to last a day or two; what should we do?"

"I can't swallow this anger."

"Just have Ba Mian Fo ship it over immediately, are you an idiot?"

Jiang Tianyang threw the Cigar into an ashtray, picked up a brick phone, stood up, and warned uneasily: "Right now our score with Hung Hing is temporarily 1:1, it's a draw for now."

"Everyone stay quiet for a while, focus on making money, and after the new year, we will trade blows with Chen Jiajun again."

"You all play first, I'm going to make a phone call."

Saying this, Jiang Tianyang walked upstairs.

"Hua Sheng!"

"Did you hear that!"

"Brother Tianyang told everyone to focus on making money!"

"Understood, Big Brother!" Hua Sheng replied loudly.

Thirty seconds later, A Zha zipped up his pants, kicked the woman away, and lit a cigarette:

"Your mother's, you are still a music teacher? With your level, how will you teach students to perform music in the future!

Seeing you worked so hard, I'll show some kindness! I'll give you seven more days for this final payment! Seven days later, if you don't pay back the money, my brothers will line up to let you perform music! Get out!"

(End of this chapter)