Chapter 177: Completion Banquet

Chen Jiaju and others from the Serious Crimes Unit were deployed to Baisha Bay by the Political Department.

"Attention all units, the thugs have automatic rifles, everyone watch your safety."

At Chen Jiaju's command, dozens of police constables wearing bulletproof vests disembarked one after another and quickly scattered.

"Area secured!"

Everyone approached Baisha Bay cautiously; upon seeing the scene before them, all the police officers gasped in cold horror.

Chen Jiaju identified the victims at the scene: "Jiang Tianyang, Che Baoshan, Shenxian Ke, Ba Mian Fo?!"

"Notify Ma Haotian of the Narcotics Bureau!"

"Notify them to blockade all main roads leading to Kowloon; all vehicles must be inspected!"

"YES, SIR!"

Although the police operation was very swift, the demon slave minions had long since withdrawn from the New Territories and returned to Kowloon.

Looking down from above, the entire Kowloon Peninsula was already in total chaos.

Nathan Road.

Jing Kun and Tian Yangsheng led the demon slave minions, launching a frenzied attack on Taizi's territory in Tsim Sha Tsui, as well as Guanyong and Yau Ma Tei.

They pushed all the way from Mong Kok to Tsim Sha Tsui.

With Jiang Tianyang, Shenxian Ke, Che Baoshan, and the three Tony brothers all absent, they encountered almost no decent resistance.

As the former God of War of Hung Hing, the strength of Taizi's branch was extremely formidable.

But what Taizi had to face now was Chen Jiajun's core force, a terrifying army composed of demon slave minions and Hell Knights.

The matter of Taizi betraying Hung Hing had long since left the brothers burning with rage!

At this moment, having been suppressed for a full half-month, the anger released was exceptionally terrifying.

On the battlefield, chilling beast roars could be heard from time to time; the demon slave minions fought with increasing ferocity, and their bloodthirsty aura and hideous faces made them all the more terrifying.

If they were not elite soldiers and strong generals, one would not even be able to muster the courage to match these people.

After just a few exchanges, most of Taizi's men had already fallen, and those remaining were wailing in terror, completely routed.

Jing Kun brandished a machete: "Taizi, you never thought you'd have a day like this, did you?"

Standing beside him were the seven sons of Tian Yangsheng.

Taizi led his brothers, holding steel pipes to confront Jing Kun and the seven sons of Tian Yangsheng: "If you want to fight, then let's fight, no need for nonsense! I, Gan Zitai, have never regretted anything I've done to get here!"

"Charge!"

Tian Yangsheng couldn't be bothered with talk and led his brothers in a charge forward.

Five minutes later, facing the onslaught of the seven sons of Tian Yangsheng and the demon slave minions, Prince's body was covered in horrific wounds, his muscles trembling uncontrollably; not far away, Skinny Tiger and Asan had already fallen in a pool of blood.

Prince did not hate Skinny Tiger and Asan; as their Big Brother, it was his duty to shoulder the burden.

"Kill!"

Thinking of this, Taizi let out a roar, and filled with an iron will, he fearlessly launched a solo attack against the seven sons of Tian Yangsheng and the demon slave minions.

Tian Yangsheng's expression showed a hint of reluctance as he gripped his machete and charged toward Taizi.

"Clang!"

Blades clashed, and the figures separated.

"Huff, huff!"

With a boom, Taizi fell to his knees, his whole body gasping for air like a bellows, streaks of fresh blood flowing down from all over him.

"If only you had known today would come, you wouldn't have acted as you did!"

Tian Yangsheng stepped forward, covered his mouth, and plunged a blade into his heart.

That day.

Hung Hing took over the Kwun Tong branch and Tsim Sha Tsui branch, and captured Guanyong and Yau Ma Tei along the way!

Jiang Tianyang and Che Baoshan met their deaths at Baisha Bay; the Jiang family of Hung Hing was wiped out!

Kunsha's capable lieutenants, Ba Mian Fo, Wei Shali, Wei Mianna, and others, all died!

And the leaders of the Yue Nan Gang—the three Tony brothers—all died!

……

At the hour of dawn.

An inconspicuous Lexus slowly drove to a bungalow at the foot of Dongshan.

Dongshan is located in Yantian Qu, and Yantian Qu borders Shekou Shi.

"Brother Yu, Sister Bailu, we have settled them here; the helicopter has already been burned."

After Old Yu and Bailu got out of the car, one of Lu Jinqiang's underlings stepped forward and pointed to the small bungalow.

"They are drinking together now, no one else is coming or going, ten people in total."

Lao Yu nodded, touched the handgun at his waist, and said: "Take me in, I haven't had a midnight snack yet, it just so happens I can eat something with them."

The night was as deep as water; walking on the somewhat potholed dirt road, sure enough, before even entering, one could hear the sound of laughter and conversation from inside.

Wang Jianjun and the others had used a wooden board propped up by a few bricks as a dining table; on the table were over a dozen bottles of beer, various braised dishes, and in the center, there was even a small roasted suckling pig.

Before Bailu and Old Yu's group could enter.

"Who is it?" The people inside, who were drinking and playing finger-guessing games, heard the movement and turned their heads to look in the direction of Lao Yu and the others.

The others also put down their wine glasses and chopsticks, looking toward the sound; some of the quicker ones had already reached for the firearms at their sides.

Lao Yu walked slowly to the dining table without haste, raised the bottle of white liquor in his hand, and smiled gently: "I've come to join you for a drink, Moutai, twenty-year cellar aged."

"Brother Yu?"

"It's so late, may I ask what brings you here?"

Wang Jianjun and the others breathed a sigh of relief; although Lao Yu was elusive, they had met once before.

Old Yu picked up a Machete from the table, gave it a light wave, and with a flash of cold light, sliced open the bottle mouth of the Moutai, instantly filling the air with the fragrance of liquor: "We are all working for Big Brother, and Big Brother asked me to come over and keep you company."

"It's rare that Mr. Chen still keeps us in his thoughts."

"Come, sit, sit."

The group completely let down their guard and rose one after another to greet him.

But a trace of doubt flashed across Wang Jianjun's face, and he secretly remained on guard in his heart.

"Your name is Wang Jianjun?" Old Yu picked up an empty glass from the table, slowly poured the slightly viscous liquor into it, and then handed the glass to Wang Jianjun.

"That's right, just call me Jianjun."

After pouring a glass of wine for everyone in turn, Old Yu took a sip of the white liquor and smiled: "Everyone drink up, Big Brother is very satisfied today! Someone come here!"

A young demon slave walked up, placed a suitcase on the table and opened it, then retreated; inside were brand-new hundred-dollar bills.

Old Yu smiled and said: "Everyone gets a share. After finishing this meal, take the money and be on your way in peace. Big Brother will not treat any of you unfairly."

Seeing so much cash, Wang Jianjun and the others also showed expressions of joy.

Old Yu picked up his glass and said: "Come, let's all have a drink together."

"Come, bottoms up, bottoms up!"

After three rounds of drinks and five courses of food, seeing that many people were already tipsy, Old Yu said in a slightly regretful tone: "Rest assured, we will definitely take good care of your families. Just in case..."

Hearing this, Wang Jianjun's hair stood on end, and he hurriedly lunged to the side.

And Bai Lu pulled out a Handgun at almost the same time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

For a moment, the sound of gunfire erupted.

Seeing everyone fall into a pool of blood, Bai Lu changed to a new magazine, fired a shot into each of them to finish them off, put the Handgun back into its holster, and walked outside.

Only dead men can keep secrets forever!

The next day at noon.

Chen Jiajun was eating lunch in the Zhuangyuan.

Several sedans stopped at the entrance of the Zhuangyuan; He Guorong of the Hong Kong Political Department and Hu Zhuoren of the Anti-Triad Unit stepped out of their cars and looked up at the gate of the luxury mansion.

A stone nearby was carved with the two large characters "Chen Family," in black traditional script, grand and imposing.

"We're here!"

He Guorong straightened his collar, his expression very serious.

"You go ring the doorbell."

He Guorong said, and the head of the Anti-Triad Unit, Hu Zhuoren, nodded and walked to the gate to press the doorbell.

The heads of the Political Department and the Anti-Triad Unit appearing at the gate of Chen Family Manor together was absolutely significant.

This was the first time in an official operation that the Political Department had taken action against Ahong Kong triad society.

Although it was only an investigation and evidence collection, the underlying significance was extremely profound.

The English name of the Political Department is Special Branch, which means it is a special operations department, and it has very close ties in its operations to the England counter-espionage agency—MI5.

Although it was nominally a department of the Hong Kong Police, it was actually a branch of the England counter-espionage agency in Hong Kong.

Some Dragon Heads of societies were not worth the Political Department making such a big fuss.

But Chen Jiajun was different.

Who profited the most from the two street fights in the Kowloon Peninsula last night, the armed helicopter attack on the drug lord in Yuen Long, and the gunfight in Baisha Bay? Who was most likely the mastermind behind the scenes!

And a mastermind who possessed a Cobra Armed Helicopter—such a person forced the people of the Political Department to be cautious, and then cautious again.

Although the Political Department was very interested in controlling Hong Hing.

But if they could bomb a drug lord today, they could bomb the Governor tomorrow!

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

Bells rang simultaneously in the front yard and the nanny's room.

The English Butler, dressed in an expensive, well-tailored suit, walked to the gate, bowed slightly to the group, and said: "May I ask, for your visit, do you have an invitation from Mr. Chen?"

"We are from the Anti-Triad Unit and the Political Department. Does a court Shouchaling count as an invitation?"

Hu Zhuoren held up the Shouchaling and looked at the Butler with raised eyebrows.

"Please come in."

The Butler opened the iron gate and made an inviting gesture with an unhurried and composed attitude.

He Guorong and Hu Zhuoren followed behind the Butler, heads held high, stepping onto the white pebbles of the front yard.

"Young Master."

"A group of visitors claiming to be from the Political Department and the Anti-Triad Unit have come in, and they are holding a court Shouchaling."

A maid walked quickly to the table and said to Chen Jiajun with her head lowered.

Huang Bi'an, sitting opposite, could hear the commotion slightly and put down her chopsticks, looking a bit nervous.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Let them search."

After such a big incident last night, even if the Police Station didn't have evidence on hand, they would naturally search among the most suspicious group of people in all of Hong Kong.

After all, the business between him and Jiang Tianyang had long since become public knowledge.

It was just that what he hadn't expected was that people from the Political Department had actually come forward as well.

Of course, so what if it was the Political Department?

He was one of the top ten richest men in all of Hong Kong; did he not have his pride?

The Political Department and the Anti-Triad Unit daring to enter his home did not mean they dared to take him out of his home.

For no other reason than that he had nearly one hundred thousand brothers under his command, and he also had a school in Tuen Mun, as well as high-tech companies.

If the people from the Political Department and the Anti-Triad Unit really wanted to take him away, how would they end it when so many people started causing trouble?

"Mr. Chen, I am Director of Political Department He Guorong."

At this moment, He Guorong brought his men into the living room, smiling as he greeted Chen Jiajun.

"Big Sir, hello."

"Thank you for the Political Department's rescue yesterday."

Chen Jiajun took a sip of red wine, revealed a smile, looked at He Guorong and said: "If I remember correctly, the job responsibilities of the Hong Kong Political Department are security, counter-espionage, and anti-extremist organizations. I wonder what I can help you with?"

The meaning was simple: you have crossed the line.

"Last night, an armed conflict occurred at the Yuanyuan Guanyin Tianhou Miao. A group of thugs drove a Cobra Armed Helicopter and attacked a group of Yue Nan Gang members, the Tony brothers, and drug lords from Myanmar North."

He Guorong looked at Chen Jiajun, staring into his eyes.

Huang Bi'an, who was sitting beside Chen Jiajun, trembled slightly.

For no reason.

The reason was that she knew the mastermind behind last night's incident had a 99 percent chance of being Chen Jiajun.

At this moment, her inner feelings were very complicated; on one side was her superior, He Guorong, and on the other was the man she loved.

Chen Jiajun held her slender, jade-like hand in his palm to comfort her and set down his wine glass: "Big Sir, I don't understand."

"I also hope you don't know anything, Mr. Chen. You shouldn't mind letting my people and the Anti-Triad Unit investigate, right?"

"Feel free to investigate."

"Just don't disturb my meal." Chen Jiajun picked up his chopsticks again.

He Guorong nodded slightly and immediately signaled to the others. The Political Department Agents and the Anti-Triad Unit members immediately dispersed, putting on white gloves as they walked, and began to search the mansion thoroughly.

Chen Jiajun, however, really began to use his chopsticks and continued to eat.

After her initial panic, Huang Bi'an also calmed down. Seeing her familiar colleagues one by one, she chose to avoid them.

He Guorong walked closer, placed both hands on a chair beside the dining table, and looked over the food: "Mr. Chen, you're eating well."

Chen Jiajun said with a natural expression: "I'm tired of eating this. Do you want to sit down and have some? If you don't want to eat abalone, we can change to something else; the Kitchen can make it at any time."

"Thank you, I've already eaten. How should I address this lady?" He Guorong looked away, trying to find a topic of conversation.

"You don't know her?"

Just this one sentence shocked everyone on the spot.

He Guorong thought to himself: "Could it be that Dalao Jun has already discovered Huang Bi'an's true identity?"

Huang Bi'an thought to herself: "Could it be that he knows I am a spy for the Political Department?"

The look of astonishment was fleeting, and He Guorong smiled and said: "Do you think I should know her?"

"I thought the Political Department had already figured out my family situation."

He keenly captured the fleeting expressions on both their faces, but Chen Jiajun smiled instead.

"I've disappointed you; our work hasn't reached that level of detail yet."

He Guorong shook his head.

Huang Bi'an took the initiative to introduce herself: "English name Elizabeth, Chinese name Huang Bi'an."

"English name Wilson Smith, Chinese name He Guorong."

He Guorong also introduced himself to Huang Bi'an.

One hour later.

Bai Shibin and the others finished searching the Zhuangyuan and the bodyguards within the Zhuangyuan, but had no gains!

Clean!

So clean that it didn't even seem like a Dragon Head of a society!

The Political Department Police Constables and Anti-Triad Unit members reported to He Guorong one after another. He Guorong also called other operation teams; today's operation, besides searching Chen Jiajun's Zhuangyuan, also included searching the Guojun Building and the squad searching Tuen Mun Butterfly Bay.

After He Guorong hung up the phone, not only was there no look of surprise, but he instead revealed a faint smile: "Your Hongxing seems very clean."

"Of course, we have always walked the straight path; the Narcotics Bureau and Anti-Triad Unit people are also very clear about that."

"Walking the straight path is so profitable, how much money can you make selling Laundry Powder?" Chen Jiajun smoked his Cigar.

He Guorong's smile grew instead of fading:

"We suspect you are the mastermind behind last night's Yuen Long incident, but we have no evidence in our hands."

"You know you have a sense of propriety in your actions. Regardless of whether you did this or not, I hope you stop while you're ahead."

"If something similar happens next time, we might choose to deport you."

Chen Jiajun was not afraid of He Guorong's threat, puffed out some Cigar smoke and said: "Big Sir, I am a law-abiding citizen! I do not accept slander without evidence."

Also, what Cobra you mentioned—that thing costs tens of millions of dollars each, who can afford to buy it?"

"Hong Kong is a society ruled by law. If you have evidence, arrest me; if you don't have evidence, then shut up!"

"Also, in Hong Kong..."

"It has always been me threatening others; no one has ever threatened me, Chen Jiajun."

He Guorong's smile faded, his face revealing a stern look: "I will keep watching you. Team, move out!"

"Walk slowly, I won't see you out!"

After He Guorong and the others left, Huang Bi'an stood up and said: "Brother Jun, I'm going out for a bit."

"Don't go yet." Chen Jiajun suddenly spoke up.

"Huh?" Huang Bi'an turned her head back.

"He Guorong knows you." Chen Jiajun drank some tea; his voice was very light and soft.

"They in the Political Department will definitely collect some intelligence." Huang Bi'an was somewhat uneasy.

"You know He Guorong." Chen Jiajun's expression was calm: "Why did both of you pretend not to know each other?"

His voice was like a bolt from the blue; Huang Bi'an only felt herself standing frozen on the spot: "I... I don't know what you are talking about?"

"What else are you hiding from me, and why did you choose to be my woman? If it's not convenient to disclose, then let us part ways here."

"In consideration of our past affection, I will give you one week to consider; if you haven't confessed after one week, you will move out. Our business dealings will also be suspended, and I will take back your Gambling Hall."

After saying this, Chen Jiajun stood up and walked out; he had ways to extract things from Huang Bi'an's mind, for instance, the White Queen could do it, but he did not want to do so!

Huang Bi'an felt as if she had lost all her strength, collapsing onto the floor.

He still found out!

Why was it me?

Why was it me who fell in love first?

For a moment, Huang Bi'an felt as if the sky had collapsed.

A few days later.

At the completion cocktail party for the Tuen Mun Guojun Academy.

Chen Jiajun invited Diplomatic Secretary Youde, New Territories official Ma Zhiquan, several officials from the Education Department, Chen Yingnan and his children, He Xin and his children, Bao Jueshi and his children, Lin Mingze and his children, Henrong Jituan... and of course, the several Uncles from the New Territories were indispensable.

It could be called a gathering of the elite.

Of course, the most eye-catching person among them was naturally the protagonist of tonight, Chen Jiajun!

Principal Rong Qidong gave the opening speech and thanked Chen Jiajun: "Here, I want to emphasize my gratitude to Mr. Chen Jiajun for his generosity; if not for the contributions of Guojun Group, there would be no Guojun School!"

After Rong Qidong finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"Mr. Chen, as a School Manager and the principal of the school, I would like to invite you up to say a few words."

Chen Jiajun walked onto the stage with a beaming smile: "Today, among those in the audience are the veterans of the Chinese business world; they are the pioneers of the Hong Kong charity sector, and it is they who guide me forward."

"I have merely taken a little bit of money out of my pocket; for Principal Rong to praise me so much, I am truly unworthy of it."

"In the future, our Guojun Group and Hongxing Group will certainly shoulder the social responsibilities that a conscientious enterprise should bear."

"Everything today is just a starting point!"

(End of this chapter)