Chapter 175: People are not divided by nobility or lowliness, but they do differ in value

"Brother Jun, I've received word that a group of former Yue Nan Special Forces assassins is tailing you!"

After Huang Bi'an learned the news, she worried about Chen Jiajun's safety and immediately informed him.

"I know."

Chen Jiajun nodded, hung up the phone, and frowned deeply.

In reality, Chen Jiajun had already known since last night that Jiang Tianyang had issued a kill order, and he also knew that A Zha had dispatched Ruan Wenshan to assassinate him; this was all information gathered by Lao Yu.

The question was, how did Huang Bi'an know?

Last time, when Jiang Tianyang and the Vietnam Gang joined forces with Ba Mian Fo supporting them from behind, Huang Bi'an had also been the first to inform him.

At the time, he didn't think too much about it; after all, Huang Bi'an also held the status of Headman for the Peaky Blinders in Hong Kong.

However, thinking back on it carefully now, the information Huang Bi'an provided was more precise and detailed than what Jing Kun had said.

Could it be that Huang Bi'an had her own intelligence channels?

But, the Peaky Blinders and Huang Bi'an's own family, no matter how you looked at it, shouldn't have any connection to the Vietnam Gang, right?

Setting this matter aside for now, the car was already slowly driving toward Repulse Bay, and Chen Jiajun looked through the rearview mirror at the few cars trailing them from a distance.

"Blind fools!"

"Prepare to move."

"Ring-ring!"

Just as Chen Jiajun's order fell, the mobile phone rang.

Chen Jiajun picked up the phone, and a strange man's voice came from the other side.

"Mr. Chen, I am Police Constable Yang Jinrong of the Political Department. We have received a tip-off that a group of assassins is hunting you. Please do not panic; we will protect your safety."

As soon as the call was answered, the other party immediately stated his identity and purpose.

Upon hearing this, Chen Jiajun immediately frowned.

He had wanted to solve the problem in his own way; he hadn't expected the people from the Political Department to be so efficient.

Yang Jinrong continued: "To your front left is a BMW with license plate number XXXX. Inside the car are our Political Department Senior Inspector Long Jiu and his brother, Long Wu."

Chen Jiajun looked up and saw the BMW to his front left hit the brakes, pulling parallel to the Mercedes-Benz Pullman.

The window rolled down, and the faces of Long Wu and Long Jiu appeared before Chen Jiajun's eyes. Long Wu flashed his police badge, opening it to reveal his identity.

"I see them."

Yang Jinrong gave very detailed instructions: "Mr. Chen, please have your motorcade follow the BMW now. We have already arranged for police forces to head to the Repulse Bay area.

No matter what situation you encounter, please do not get out of the car. Your Mercedes-Benz Pullman has VR9 Bulletproof Level protection; as long as it's not a bomb, you will definitely be safe inside. Leave the rest to us police."

"Understood."

"Very good, Mr. Chen, we will see you in a moment."

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Ya Qi and the others had also heard the general content and immediately asked: "Big Brother, what do we do now?"

"Since it's like this, then leave it to them. Have the brothers follow the BMW and put the Handgun away!" Chen Jiajun pondered for a moment before giving the order.

They followed the BMW for nearly five minutes, and the Vietnam Gang assassins behind them had not noticed at all.

Not until they drove into an abandoned factory did Ruan Wenshan give careful instructions: "Remember, kill everyone else later, but keep Dalao Jun alive for now. After we've squeezed him for all his value, then we kill him."

"Understood, Brother Shan."

"OK!"

The brothers all agreed.

Stopping the car, Ruan Wenshan pulled open the door, placed his hand on the inside of his shirt, and the group of several men quickly advanced toward the target.

And it was right at this moment!

"Hands up! We are the Hong Kong Royal Police!"

Dozens of Hong Kong Flying Tigers members who had been lying in ambush suddenly emerged from the front, each holding a submachine gun.

"Damn it! It's an ambush!"

"Retreat!"

Ruan Wenshan was drenched in cold sweat; without thinking, he immediately ran toward his own car. Another group of plainclothes Police holding Handgun also appeared on the scene at the same time. The man leading them made Ruan Wenshan freeze in place.

"Ruan Wenshan!"

"Brother... Brother Five, is it you?"

Long Wu looked at Ruan Wenshan with dignity and shouted with a sense of disappointment: "Drop the gun!"

"Drop your mother!"

Accompanied by Ruan Wenshan's shout, gunfire suddenly erupted. Ruan Wenshan and Long Wu fired a shot at each other at almost the same time, while simultaneously rushing toward the cover to their sides.

Seeing this, the Hong Kong Political Department and Flying Tigers members also raised their guns and fired wildly at the Yuenanzai. In just one exchange, both sides suffered losses, and many people fell into pools of blood on the spot.

Three Police from the Political Department who were leaning against stone pillars with guns suddenly stumbled and sat down on the ground.

Their bodies were covered in bullet holes, and blood covered the floor.

The Police beside them had nervous expressions but firm faces; each held their guns with bravery, prepared to sacrifice their lives.

They were not just working for the famous Hong Kong tycoon Dalao Jun; they were also using their lives to protect the dignity of the Police Force!

There is no distinction of nobility or lowliness between people, but there is a great difference in value...

It sounds cruel, but this is the truth!

Ruan Wenshan leaned his body behind a car, gasping for breath. He was shocked by the heroic performance of the Hong Kong Police Force and completely unable to understand how there could be so many Police willing to sacrifice themselves to protect a triad Headman.

As a former Special Forces soldier, he knew very well that his chance was already gone.

Waiting any longer would be futile; the Hong Kong Royal Police would surely continue to send reinforcements.

If one cannot escape, it is death.

Of course, Ruan Wenshan arrogantly believed that he could escape!

He exchanged a glance with his brother and made a gesture; the other party immediately understood his meaning.

Then, the voice of Political Department agent Long Jiu rang out in the underground garage, "Ruan Wenshan, surrender your weapons and give yourself up immediately. We will still plead for leniency with the judge on your behalf based on your act of surrender."

"We will only count to three, then we will immediately launch a breakout!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Don't, don't! I surrender."

"Officer, we surrender!"

"Don't shoot!"

Several former Yue Nan special forces soldiers who had received instructions from Ruan Wenshan raised their hands one after another, calling out as they stood up from behind stone pillars or from behind cars.

The remaining former special forces soldiers, however, gripped their handguns tightly, preparing to seize the moment the Hong Kong Police Force relaxed to immediately fight their way out.

The Flying Tigers looked at each other, waiting for the order from Political Department Senior Inspector Long Jiu.

"Wait!"

Long Wu saw through Ruan Wenshan's conspiracy: "Ruan Wenshan, come out here!"

"Fuck your mother!"

Ruan Wenshan cursed, leaping rapidly while holding his handgun in both hands, firing several shots at the same time, then suddenly stopping and sliding quickly under a car.

His subordinates were also well-trained and fired back at the Police Force.

Gunfire erupted again, and those few Yuenanzai who had come out to surrender were struck by multiple bullets and fell to the ground simultaneously under the crossfire from both sides.

"Tear gas!"

Long Jiu immediately issued the order.

Over a dozen tear gas canisters were thrown out at once, and the Flying Tigers members wearing gas masks, along with the Political Department police, launched a rapid assault.

Ruan Wenshan and a few of his brothers turned and ran wildly toward the outside, but the Uniformed Police from the Xianggang Zai Police Station had long been lying in ambush outside the factory; seeing the armed Ruan Wenshan, they didn't even think before pouring bullets into him, turning him into a beehive.

"Da-da-da!"

The Police Constables emptied their magazines, and only after all the Yuenanzai before them had been shot and fallen did the officers lower their Point 38 handguns.

"Report, sir, the target has been neutralized!" the Police Constables reported through their headsets.

"Seal off the scene!"

Long Jiu shouted into the walkie-talkie.

The Flying Tigers members and the Police Constables from the Xianggang Zai Police Station pulled up the police cordon and began to clear the scene; ambulances had long been on standby, and the injured police were loaded onto stretchers and into the vehicles.

From start to finish, Chen Jiajun did not show his face, remaining seated in his car.

"Hello, I am Long Jiu, a Senior Inspector of the Hong Kong Political Department."

A young woman with short hair, a heroic bearing, and an intellectual and highly recognizable appearance reached out her hand to him.

This was the first time Long Jiu had seen the most handsome big boss in all of Hong Kong; she had only seen him in photos before, yet upon meeting him in person, Long Jiu discovered that Chen Jiajun was not very photogenic...

Chen Jiajun, who was well-versed in Hong Kong films, immediately recognized her identity: "Miss Long Jiu, hello. I presume this is the famous Mr. Long Wu?"

"Mr. Chen, 'famous' is an overstatement."

Long Wu reached out and shook hands with Chen Jiajun briefly.

Chen Jiajun asked, "How are the injured officers?"

"They have all been sent to Queen Mary Hospital, but two of them didn't make it," Long Jiu said with a sigh.

Chen Jiajun wore a look of regret: "They were all so young."

Long Jiu said sternly: "But they were all police."

Chen Jiajun took out a check: "I would like to contribute a modest amount to their families."

Long Jiu shook her head and said: "Mr. Chen, please rest assured. The Police Force will provide them with the benefits they deserve."

"That won't do; they died because of me."

Chen Jiajun insisted on his view, and seeing this, Long Jiu did not persist further and accepted the check.

Long Jiu nodded: "Regarding the Yuenanzai, may I ask if Mr. Chen knows who the mastermind behind this is?"

Chen Jiajun pondered for a moment, pretending to be ignorant: "I don't know. Nowadays, a Yuenanzai hitman can be hired for two hundred thousand dollars per life..."

At this moment, Yang Jinrong stepped forward and said: "Inspector Long, this is tomorrow's press release, please take a look."

At this time, Yang Jinrong had just joined the Political Department; in terms of rank, he was quite a bit lower than Long Jiu and also much younger.

Long Jiu took the document, browsed it for a moment, and then handed it to Chen Jiajun: "Mr. Chen, please take a look and see if any changes are needed."

In the Hong Kong of the eighties, money was everything.

Although Chen Jiajun was the Hong Kong Dragon Head, he was also a public-spirited citizen who had donated fifty million, a philanthropist who had donated a school, so his opinion had to be sought before the text was released.

After taking the document and reading it carefully, Chen Jiajun closed it after a moment: "Make it simpler, and remove my relevant information."

"Understood!" Yang Jinrong picked up the folder and left.

Because the police had resolved the matter so quickly, the public opinion surrounding the incident was soon quelled following the press release, though the underworld of Hong Kong was in an uproar.

Eleven o'clock at midnight.

A Toyota sedan, protected by several vans, slowly arrived near the Yuanyuan Guanyin Tianhou Miao, and A Zha stepped out of the car smoking a cigarette.

Gazing at the deep sea, his eyes flickered, and he took a sharp drag of his cigarette:

"Everyone, go and check the surroundings; don't let anyone ruin our good business."

Tony and A Hu immediately took their brothers to scout the area.

About ten minutes later, the brothers finished their inspection, approached A Zha in silence, and nodded toward him.

At this moment, a fishing boat appeared on the sea surface and slowly pulled into the shore.

A Zha hurriedly led his brothers to go and meet it.

"A Zha!"

Wei Shali looked around vigilantly before jumping off the boat.

"Verify the goods first, then I'll call Jiang Tianyang!" A Zha said hurriedly.

Wei Shali tossed a block of Laundry Powder to A Zha.

A Zha caught it and tossed it to his Majai.

The Majai used a Knife to slice it open and picked out some, snorting it all into his nose; his whole body shuddered, and he gave a thumbs-up to A Zha:

"Three A, top-notch!"

A Zha nodded and took out his mobile phone to prepare to call Jiang Tianyang.

But at this moment, everyone suddenly discovered that something was wrong.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"

A low, rumbling sound lingered in the sky; for A Zha and the others, this sound was very familiar!

In an instant, they had a bad premonition in their hearts; everyone's scalp went numb, their expressions changed drastically, and they looked up, each of them looking shocked and roaring in terror:

"Run!"

They saw a Cobra Armed Helicopter in the sky, its long rotor blades spinning, hovering in mid-air.

On both sides of the helicopter, the cabin doors were wide open, and the fully armed Wang Jianjun and the others were holding M60 Tong Yong Ji Qiang, while the rocket pod launchers and Gatling Machine Gun on both sides of the helicopter opened fire instantly!

(End of this chapter)