Chapter 18: Remember to Pay Up!

"Where do you all live? Who should I drop off first?" Chen Jiajun asked while steering the wheel.

Ni Shibei immediately said, "I live in the Rediffusion Television staff dormitory. Drop off Guan Jiahui first; she lives on Kadoorie Hill."

Turning his head to glance at Ni Shibei, Chen Jiajun immediately understood what she meant.

Even though she lived much closer than Guan Jiahui, she insisted on having him drop off Guan Jiahui first.

This hint could not have been more obvious.

But he currently had no such thoughts: "Drop her off first? I'd have to take a detour. Better to drop you off first. Are you drunk?"

He gently punctured Ni Shibei's little scheme, yet left her with enough face.

At this moment, Ni Shibei heard the sound of her own heart breaking.

And although Guan Jiahui's gaze was fixed out the window, she had been listening to their conversation the entire time.

She understood very well that Ni Shibei was interested in Chen Jiajun, and wanting to be dropped off first was to create time alone with him.

She really didn't know if this Chen Jiajun actually knew, or didn't know?

Or perhaps, he knew perfectly well but was pretending not to, or what?

Shaking her head, she cast the ridiculous thoughts out of her mind.

Arriving at the Rediffusion Television staff dormitory, he stopped the car. The beautiful Guan also jumped out of the car at the same time and said, "Mr. Chen, you don't need to take me back. I'm staying at Rediffusion Television tonight too. Having you take me to Kadoorie Hill would be too much of a waste."

"Don't call me Mr. Chen, call me Brother Jun. This is my business card. Come over to hang out next time, just give me a heads-up beforehand." Chen Jiajun smiled, took out a business card, and handed it to the two of them.

That night, Guan Jiahui did not fall asleep.

She tossed and turned in bed, her mind filled with Chen Jiajun's face.

Who wouldn't be moved by such a handsome, dashing hero who saves the beauty?

However, thinking of the other party's status, Guan Jiahui felt a bit of hesitation.

Immediately after, she finally remembered the main point: did the other party have a girlfriend?

The following afternoon.

After Chen Jiajun instructed Lao E to watch the house well, he took Dumu and the three Hell Knights out. One reason was to complete the arms deal with A Jie, and the second was to go to the Kowloon Walled City to collect a debt from Heishui Qiang.

Just as his car drove out, a sneaky-looking guy ran in one breath to the Glorious Nightclub: "B Ge, Jun Ge has taken four brothers out to do some business."

"Fine, I know. You can go out now."

Dalao B chuckled. So what if he brought Dumu along?

No matter how good he is at fighting, can he dodge bullets?

He waved his hand, dismissing the underling, and Dalao B immediately dialed Dapu Hei's phone: "Dapu Ge, Lanzai Jun has already gone out. Tell your brothers to be quick and efficient."

"Got it, it's already been arranged," Dapu Hei replied impatiently.

That's right, Dalao B letting Chen Jiajun go to collect the debt from Heishui Qiang was simply sending Chen Jiajun to his death; he never intended for Chen Jiajun to come back alive.

Of course, there really was a person named Heishui Qiang, and he really did owe Hung Hing five million.

It was just that Dalao B was using this as a pretext to send Chen Jiajun to his death!

Yau Ma Tei Fruit Market.

A Jie pushed aside a wooden crate, flipped through the straw, and picked up a brand-new AK: "A Jun, you're lucky, these are all new stock. Let your brothers try them out first."

Dumu casually picked up an AK, skillfully pulled the bolt, made an aiming motion, and then carefully checked the parts; the entire set of movements was smooth as flowing water.

Clearly, he was an expert among experts.

A Jie was slightly surprised; he hadn't expected that this burly, rough-looking man Dumu would actually be an expert.

"No problem." After finishing the inspection, Dumu made a gesture to Chen Jiajun.

After the transaction was completed, A Jie picked up a piece of body armor and said, "I'm giving this to you for free. I know you must have a big job to do. Be careful when you're out and about."

A warmth rose in Chen Jiajun's heart. After taking the body armor, he said, "By the way, do you have any handguns here? Get me a batch of those too. These big things are sometimes inconvenient to work with."

A Jie snapped his fingers: "It just so happens I got a lot of stock this time. They're all Browning M1911s, semi-automatic modified. They can't be compared to the Five-Four Big Black Star. They're all top-tier goods. How many do you want?"

"Twenty. I didn't bring enough money today. How about I bring it over tomorrow?" Chen Jiajun said.

A Jie also did business according to the rules of the underworld: "Write me an IOU. 20 Browning M1911s, 1 million in total. No cheating the young or the old.

If it were anyone else, even the Governor, it would be cash on delivery."

"If you can manage to do business with the Governor, I'll count you as a badass!" Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

Doing business with A Jie had that one benefit: no need to beat around the bush.

Loading the guns into the car, Chen Jiajun waved at A Jie one last time.

A Jie shouted: "Hey, be careful! Don't end up dead, or I'll have to go to Hung Hing to collect from Dalao B. That's a real pain!"

"Your mouth is so foul, get lost!"

To this, Chen Jiajun unceremoniously raised his middle finger.

Driving all the way to the outside of the Kowloon Walled City, Chen Jiajun looked at the dark, filthy, and absurdly narrow alleys of the Walled City, where addicts living in a drunken stupor could be seen lying on the ground everywhere, and had Dumu summon an additional dozen or so imp slaves.

Chen Jiajun only had one purpose for coming today, and that was to collect the debt!

After distributing the gear, the group got out of the car and swaggered toward the Kowloon Walled City.

And inside a certain building in the Walled City, four men were holding a photo and comparing it to Chen Jiajun!

"Is that him?"

"That's right, Causeway Bay's Lanzai Jun!"

"Damn it! Wasn't it said there were only four or five people? How did so many suddenly appear!"

"So what if there are many? One burst and they'll fall!"

Someone took the lead and ran downstairs, and the other three quickly followed. After the four of them went downstairs, they slowly approached Chen Jiajun's group, reaching into their shirts to secretly disengage the safeties.

When the two groups drew near, the hitman suddenly pulled out the Five-Four Big Black Star handgun in his hand and roared: "Lanzai Jun, someone paid me to take your life! Everyone else, get the hell out of here!"

"Leave him alive!" Chen Jiajun hurriedly roared.

Dumu and the others had long been ready, immediately drawing the M1911s in their hands and firing several shots in succession!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

At such close range, and with Dumu being an absolute sharpshooter, the three killers at the forefront were struck by several bullets, spat blood, and lay on the ground with their eyes wide open in death.

They had miscalculated.

They had calculated everything, but they never expected the other side to also have hardware, and in far greater numbers, with better marksmanship too!

"Clang!"

Dumu's final shot hit the Five-Four Big Black Star in the killer's hand; the man didn't even have a chance to fire, and the gun was knocked flying.

"Swish!"

Following that, the young demon slave manifested sharp claws and cleanly severed his arm.

"Ah!!!"

That killer immediately pressed down on the artery at his wrist, letting out a miserable scream.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll say anything, it was Dapu Hei who told us to do this, I beg you to spare me!"

The killer kicked his feet, retreating backward incessantly, kowtowing repeatedly to beg for mercy.

Dapu Hei?

The Wo Shing Wo Causeway Bay Zha FIT Ren, Babi's sworn mentor?

So that's how it is.

Chen Jiajun made a throat-slitting gesture to Dumu.

"Remember to charge extra."

Dumu, with a cold expression, raised his hand and shot the man through the head.

(End of this chapter)