Chapter 19: Fishing Operation

"Collect their guns, let's go; someone here will clean this up."

His expression remained cold and stern, and he continued walking forward with the main group without looking back.

The group arrived at Heishui Qiang's territory, and Chen Jiajun took out a photo to compare it with the man in front of him.

Heishui Qiang clapped his hands and praised, "Hung Hing produces fighters, truly living up to their reputation! Lanzai Jun, I know you. Babi was taken out by your people, right?"

"You're quite bold, daring to barge into my territory with only ten or twenty men? Fuck your mother, what do you take me for? You think you can come and go as you please?"

At this moment, a Majai hurried over and whispered a few words into Heishui Qiang's ear, pointing at Chen Jiajun from time to time, and Heishui Qiang's expression changed slightly.

Waving his hand, Heishui Qiang looked at Chen Jiajun and shouted sternly, "Fuck your mother! You brought hardware, why not take it out and show it off? This is Kowloon Walled City, not Causeway Bay. What are you hiding it for?"

Chen Jiajun raised a finger to signal, and A Jie and the others pulled out the Browning Pistols they were carrying.

Suddenly, twenty burly men rushed in from outside the door, also pulling out their hardware—gleaming Machetes, axes, and ten Handguns.

Their firepower was clearly inferior to Chen Jiajun's group.

Chen Jiajun unhurriedly took out a Cigar and lit it.

Heishui Qiang's expression changed again; he hadn't expected Chen Jiajun to bring such heavy firepower, so he reached out his hand and said:

"Please, have some tea!"

Several Majai brought in two cups of tea, placing one in front of Heishui Qiang and one in front of Chen Jiajun.

Heishui Qiang took a sip of tea and said, "You're quite Babi! I admire you, Lanzai Jun. Go back and tell your Big Brother B Ge that I, Heishui Qiang, will definitely pay this debt back. I'll give him a call, so you'll have something to report."

"Fuck your mother! You think you can dismiss me with just a word?" Two minutes after entering, Chen Jiajun spoke for the first time: "Today, I'm saying I'm here to collect this debt!"

Heishui Qiang shouted, "Don't you know that gambling debts are settled at the gambling table? Is this your first day out on the streets?"

That was correct; his money had been lost at a Hung Hing gambling table, and then he had borrowed five million more, but he hadn't won back a single cent.

"I only know that the company sent me to collect the debt, and I must collect it today." Chen Jiajun exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and said with extreme arrogance.

Heishui Qiang sneered, "Kid, this is my territory! I call the shots!"

Chen Jiajun signaled to Dumu again, who raised his hand and fired a shot; the bullet shattered the teacup in Heishui Qiang's hand without harming him in the slightest, but the bullet embedded itself in the wall.

Clearly, this shot was a warning!

And this bullet ignited the fuse!

Heishui Qiang's subordinates rushed up with Machetes, and more people broke in from outside, while Dumu immediately rushed forward and pressed his Handgun against Heishui Qiang's head.

The remaining nineteen Troll Hunters held their Handguns, each aiming at one person.

For a moment, tensions were at a breaking point.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point.

Yet, no one dared to move!

"Fuck your street, Lanzai Jun, are you crazy? Is it worth risking your life just to collect a debt?"

A drop of cold sweat slid down Heishui Qiang's cheek; it was clear that the gunman pressing against his forehead was an expert with a gun.

He tremblingly picked up the Red Man on the table, lit one, took a deep drag, and cursed loudly.

"I know Qiangge has money. This debt is nothing to you. Just be kind and pay it back; don't force me." Chen Jiajun was calm and relaxed, picking up his teacup to take a sip.

"Fuck your mother, if I don't pay, are you really going to kill me?" Heishui Qiang said, suppressing his anger.

He knew very well that those who came to collect debts generally wouldn't take a life.

Because if they killed someone, they might not get a single cent.

As long as a person is alive, there is still hope.

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his Cigar and shrugged, saying, "If you really don't intend to pay, then I can only take your corpse back. I'll just consider myself unlucky."

"It's just that I heard you have a wife and daughter; I'll send them straight to the Hung Hing brothel. Also, you have a mistress..."

"If you dare to kill me, my men won't let you walk out alive either! Just try it!"

Hearing this, Heishui Qiang, with a gun pointed at him, slammed the table and cursed loudly.

Chen Jiajun stood up and clapped his hands, saying, "Then let's see whose methods are more ruthless. I have twenty guns here, everyone has several magazines, and as for me, I'm wearing a bulletproof vest."

"Before I die, my men will ensure that you die before me."

As he spoke, he opened his collar, revealing the black vest underneath.

Heishui Qiang's pupils constricted.

Chen Jiajun walked up to him and narrowed his eyes, saying:

"I'm also doing this for the company, but you know Hung Hing has many people and great influence. It's hard for a small fry like me to get ahead."

"So, I have no choice but to risk my life!"

"Since you know I'm Lanzai Jun, you should know that I have a cheap life and fear nothing."

"Don't worry, if I don't walk out of the Walled City today, my underlings will take care of your women, your children... I mean what I say."

"You are a respectable Big Brother, why lower yourself to the level of a small character like me?"

"Think it over and pay the debt."

"5 million, I'm only charging you 10% interest per month. It's been exactly one year, making it 11 million. I'll wipe off 1 million for you."

After finishing, Chen Jiajun sat back in his seat, took a sip of tea, and then held up three fingers: "I'll only count to three, let's gamble on this."

Chen Jiajun's words were spoken in a very calm tone, but his manner was arrogant and manic, leaving no one to doubt that he really dared to act.

The atmosphere in the room became tense to the extreme again; everyone gripped their hardware, and some couldn't help but tremble when facing the twenty Handguns of Chen Jiajun's men.

"3!"

"2!"

"Fine! Fine! Fine!"

Heishui Qiang roared three times: "Lanzai Jun, you're a tough one!"

"Everyone, put your guns away!"

"Hand over the money!"

Chen Jiajun shook his finger and said, "Have your men exit the room first, and my men will put away their Handguns immediately."

"Get out! Bring the money in for me!" Heishui Qiang shouted sternly.

The young demon slaves also put away their Handguns one after another, though they still stood there watching Heishui Qiang.

Immediately after, his underlings brought in a whole sack of Hong Kong banknotes and threw it on the ground.

Chen Jiajun signaled to his underlings to start counting the money.

About five minutes passed, and Dumu looked up and said, "No problem."

Chen Jiajun nodded, took out the IOU, walked forward, shook hands with Heishui Qiang, and said, "Qiangge, I offended you just now. I won't let word of today's events get out. Outside, I will only say that Qiangge is a straightforward man."

"Bastard! Get lost!"

Having faced the threat of death several times, what kind of pleasant expression could Heishui Qiang possibly have for Chen Jiajun at this moment?

"Fine, see you if fate allows!"

The group left the Walled City and got into the car; Chen Jiajun put the entire sack of Hong Kong banknotes into his Personal Space, picked up a bottle of mineral water, and drank it in one gulp.

Chen Jiajun did not return immediately, but instead thought for a few minutes before saying, "You all drive the car back and announce to the outside world that I'm dead!"

"During this time, no matter what happens, remember one thing: stay calm and don't act rashly!"

"At twelve o'clock tonight, you take your men directly and sweep all the venues of Dapu Hei from the Wo Shing Society."

"Remember, you must capture Dapu Hei."

"Once Dapu Hei is caught, I will show myself again."

"You'll have to pay more." Facing this order, Dumu still only had one thing to say.

As long as the money was increased, he would do anything!

"Done!" Chen Jiajun did not hesitate.

He vaguely felt that there must be something fishy about Dapu Hei sending people to assassinate him.

There must be a deeper reason behind the scenes, and he even felt that there was a black hand secretly aimed at his neck!

And by hiding behind the scenes, it would be easier for him to see the situation clearly.

(End of this chapter)