Chapter 2: Want Meat or Vegetarian?

Chen Jiajun was startled by this suddenly appearing voice; the hair on his body stood on end, and he turned around.

He saw two people standing behind him, one of whom was a muscular giant like an iron tower, standing one meter ninety tall, with muscles looking even more intense than Schwarzenegger's, but the muscle density was definitely far beyond Schwarzenegger's.

His face was ferocious and terrifying; one couldn't say his features were ugly, only that they were completely uncoordinated.

But this only made his ferocity more apparent; it was as if the words "fierce and brave tough guy" were written right on his face.

He glared at Chen Jiajun, exuding a bestial nature, his eyes flashing with a murderous light, his breathing heavy, as if he had just waded out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, making Chen Jiajun's skin crawl.

The leading devil-muscled giant was even more terrifying; this devil-muscled man was at least two meters twenty tall by visual estimation!

His terrifying physique and exaggerated, explosive muscles made one feel chilled; standing there, he looked even more fierce than a grizzly bear, and his arm was almost as thick as Chen Jiajun's waist!

His body was covered in thick hair, and he had a blood-red demon tattoo on his back!

After a brief moment of daze, Chen Jiajun plucked up his courage and walked up, squeezing the leading one's thick arm, only to find it didn't budge, hard as steel!

"What did you call me? A loser?"

"If you want me to work, you have to pay!"

The leading devil-muscled man reached out his hand toward Chen Jiajun, his voice like a great bell.

At this moment, everyone on the street looked toward them.

A couple with their children was scared away immediately, and three little brats playing on the side of the street were stunned in place, then burst into loud wails.

The two patrol officers from before were also as if facing a great enemy; they had just lectured this young man, who would have thought that he would suddenly produce so many tough-guy lackeys!

The officers quietly gripped the handguns at their waists, their palms sweating with nervousness.

Although the leading young man looked quite handsome and had appeared very polite when they lectured him earlier, his lackeys now were simply too terrifying!

"Uh, how much money?" Chen Jiajun touched his pants pocket with a guilty conscience; having ended up like this, how could he afford to keep these two giants?

But such fierce tough guys could probably take on a hundred alone!

If he asked them to kill someone, he wouldn't even need to ask if they would blink!

"Five thousand Universe Coins for one verbal abuse, ten thousand Universe Coins for one fight."

The leading devil-muscled man began to recite his fee-based services, which were numerous.

Just as he was reciting, Chen Jiajun queried the system about what Universe Coins were.

The answer he received was that it was a universal currency.

The exchange rate from Hong Kong Dollar to Universe Coin was ten to one.

This meant that for every time he let a Death Squad member act, it would cost one hundred thousand Hong Kong Dollars!

Chen Jiajun was completely stunned; where would he get one hundred thousand Hong Kong Dollars?

But just because he had no money now didn't mean he wouldn't in the future, and with Death Squad members, there were plenty of ways to make money!

After patiently listening to the Death Squad member's service items, he asked the Death Squad member:

"Are you... the one I'm thinking of?"

Upon hearing this, the Death Squad member took off his sunglasses, frowning as if contemplating whether to charge for answering the question; perhaps to demonstrate his own value, he still spoke in a low voice:

"Doom, Warrior."

Upon hearing these four words, Chen Jiajun knew his guess was correct!

It really was him!

"Then who is this behind you..." Chen Jiajun pointed at the tough guy behind him.

"A slave I subdued, he is a Titan Demon!" The Death Squad member put his sunglasses back on; when mentioning the demon, his tone revealed undisguised anger, showing his hatred for demons.

"Good! Then I'll call you Dumu from now on, when in Rome, do as the Romans do!"

Chen Jiajun was full of bravado and waved his hand:

"Let's go, the boss is taking you to bathe, and after the bath, we're going to Portland Street to hang out!"

The two-meter-twenty-tall Dumu did not object upon hearing this, following behind Chen Jiajun, always staying half a step behind him like the sturdiest shield.

As for that Demon Slave, he followed behind, walking with an arrogant, unbothered gait.

Along the way, all pedestrians on Xingfa Street, seeing these two such terrifying tough guys, all gave them a wide berth, fearing they might offend these fierce men.

After all, with their physique, dealing with ordinary people would be one slap per person.

Chen Jiajun felt great; this Dumu was a true tough guy.

From the Phobos Space Base, he killed his way into the alien dimension filled with demons, and in the end, it could be summarized in one sentence:

Your grandpa is here! I want to kill all of you demons!

In the end, the demons were scared, cowed, and sent Dumu directly out of the alien dimension.

With one Sanjiaqiang, he killed his way through everything!

Chen Jiajun brought the two tough guys back to the sauna he had just bathed in; he saw Jiaopi walking out from inside at a glance, and he deliberately led his lackeys to step forward quickly, blocking Jiaopi's path.

Dumu and that Demon Slave stood like two high walls in front of Jiaopi, staring at him without a word, making the latter feel chilled and his limbs go weak.

Jiaopi noticed Chen Jiajun and was stunned; how had he never heard that this loser had taken on lackeys?

And every one of them was so fierce!

The situation was stronger than the man, and Chen Jiajun had joined the Hung Hing long ago; although he hadn't been promoted yet, his status was indeed higher than his, so Jiaopi could only lift his head and smile obsequiously:

"Brother Jun, what a coincidence!"

"None of your damn business! Didn't you go to Portland Street? Why are you back?"

"Oh, Brother Nan left two cartons of cigarettes here, I came back to get them."

Jiaopi gave a sheepish smile, waving the two cartons of cigarettes in his hand, wanting to leave, but looking left and right, the road was blocked by the two giants like iron towers; he could only look at Chen Jiajun with a bitter face.

"Cigarettes? What cigarettes? Bring one over and let me see."

Chen Jiajun hooked his finger at him; he didn't care whose cigarettes these were, anyway, this Chen Haonan and his lackeys all looked down on his predecessor.

Although there was no grudge or enmity at this moment, Chen Jiajun didn't mind getting some payback and collecting some interest.

"Huh? This cigarette is Nan Ge's..."

Jiaopi was startled; the two cartons in his hands were expensive cigarettes, worth two thousand Hong Kong Dollars each, and were Chen Haonan's private collection.

"I don't care what kind of Nan you are. What? You looking down on me?"

Chen Jiajun frowned and retreated behind the two burly men, while the Demon Slaves stepped forward, surrounding Jiaopi in the middle, their muscles twitching as if they were ready to explode at any moment.

Jiaopi had never seen such a display; he could only pull a carton of cigarettes from his chest and offer it: "Jun Ge, please have a smoke! I'll treat you to a drink another day, I, I, I, I'll be going now."

"Go, go, go!"

Chen Jiajun nodded, signaling for the tough guys to clear a path and let Jiaopi leave.

Watching Jiaopi's retreating back, Chen Jiajun felt incredibly refreshed.

This feeling of bullying others by relying on one's power—it felt great!

He walked into this sauna named Hawaii.

Boss Juanmao Ge, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, saw the two sturdy and hulking giants behind Chen Jiajun.

His expression turned stunned, and he hurriedly put on a smile, "enthusiastically" stepping forward to greet him:

"Jun Ge! What brings you here today? You're here to patronize us again. Who are these gentlemen..."

Chen Jiajun was very satisfied with Juanmao Ge's attitude and handed him a cigarette: "The tallest one is my brother, and the other one is my subordinate. I brought them here to bathe. Arrange a private room for me, and arrange a few more technicians."

"Do you want them to be 'meat' or 'vegetarian'?"

Juanmao Ge took the cigarette but did not light it, instead lighting the cigarette for Jun Ge first.

(End of this chapter)