Chapter 20: This is the Jianghu

After thinking it over carefully, Chen Jiajun decided that to be safe, everyone who had seen him today had to die!

Big Brother Heishui Qiang!

Sorry, but I still have to pull a sneak attack!

The group returned to the Walled City in a grand procession.

……

Night fell.

Chaguoling.

A fiery red MR2 sports car slowly came to a stop.

Chen Haonan tucked his Machete into his waistband and instructed carefully: "Our target this time is Fu Ge of the Hujian Gang; we've met him at the Nightclub before, you should all remember him."

Shanjie asked in surprise: "Didn't B Ge tell us to come over to deliver money and help him flee?"

"It is delivering money, just that it's spirit money!" Chen Haonan said something shocking: "This is the Jianghu."

"Fu Ge offended someone, and someone put up 500,000 for his head."

These words dropped the temperature in the car to freezing, but everyone understood that this was the Jianghu.

Chen Haonan continued: "There are five of them in total, one for each of us."

After saying this, he pushed open the car door and shouted toward the balcony with a smile: "Fu Ge, I'm Anan from Hung Hing!"

"Anan! Come, come, come up." A burly man of about thirty years old waved his hands repeatedly, his face crinkling into a smile.

The five of them went upstairs.

"It's a bit humble here, don't mind it. Come, sit, don't be polite."

Fu Ge invited everyone to sit down without any suspicion; a Majai brought over a cup of tea, while the other Majai went off to other rooms on their own.

Chen Haonan sat closest to Fu Ge; he didn't pick up the teacup, but instead put his hand into his pocket and said: "Fu Ge, B Ge told me to come over and deliver money to you."

"Alright, thank your Big Brother for me. Next time I come back, I'll definitely treat you all to the best Nightclub!" Fu Ge smiled and patted Shanjie on the shoulder.

It was at this moment that Chen Haonan suddenly erupted, pulled out his knife, and stabbed directly into his abdomen; Shanjie held Fu Ge's neck in a death grip, and Datian Er, Baopi, and Chaopi immediately followed suit.

After several stabs, the four of them turned to deal with the other Majai who had just reacted.

The prepared against the unprepared.

Fu Ge and his Majai had no defenses at all, and they easily won this battle.

……

At the same time.

Causeway Bay, Royal Nightclub.

A six-wheeled off-road vehicle wobbled to a stop at the entrance, and the battered and bruised Dumu and Lao E stumbled toward the Nightclub.

The imp slaves were stunned when they saw this scene!

What the hell?

Dumu, who had terrified Demon Lords and various Demon Elders while fighting in Hell and other dimensions, was actually beaten like this?

Who would believe it!

Seeing this, Lao E immediately used telepathic communication to notify all the underlings on how to respond.

Immediately after, the underlings began to wail and howl; those who couldn't bring themselves to be sad directly recalled the miserable scenes of being slaughtered by Dumu back then.

"Who!"

"Who did this to our Big Brother!"

"Big Brother, you died so miserably..."

A sky-high murderous aura rose from the imp slaves simultaneously.

Even Dalao B, who was far away at the Glorious Nightclub, turned pale with fright when he saw the berserk state of these burly underlings.

But a moment later, a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.

Dalao B immediately shouted: "Something happened on Lockhart Road! Take the brothers and go over there immediately!"

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone and called Dapu Hei, "Dapu Ge, is the matter done?"

"Done? Why don't I know about it?"

Dapu Hei was puzzled, after all, the hitmen he sent out hadn't had any news until now.

Dalao B said: "That Dumu seems to have gone mad with rage; I'm rushing over there now, stay calm."

By the time Dalao B arrived at Lockhart Road with his men, he saw this scene.

He saw that Lockhart Road was crowded with over two hundred muscular men with an average height of over 1.8 meters; each of them looked fierce and malicious, but they all wore expressions of grief on their faces.

The traffic on the entire Lockhart Road was paralyzed because of this group of people.

Several Uniformed Police hovered on the periphery with their hands on their holsters, not daring to approach.

Dalao B hurriedly led his team into the crowd, looking around as if he didn't know anything: "Where is A Jun!"

"He, he was ambushed!" Dumu said in a muffled voice.

A taxi stopped, and Guan Jiahui, holding two cups of hot milk tea, paid the fare and stepped out of the car happily, only to freeze in place when she saw this scene.

Looking at the wailing scene, she immediately stepped forward and asked: "Brother Dumu, Brother Dumu, where is Brother Jun?"

"He's dead." Dumu didn't care who she was and just replied coldly.

"Clatter!"

The hot milk tea in her hand slipped and fell to the ground; Guan Jiahui's smile froze, she felt empty inside, and tears couldn't stop falling.

Today, she had specifically asked for leave to come and bring milk tea to Brother Jun.

For the first time in her life, she felt a man being good to her, and it was that kind of genuine, real goodness.

Although they had only met once, she could feel it.

Although she knew he was a gangster, and although she did not know what kind of past he had, she only knew a name.

But it was he who saved her from the hands of Shanjie last night; having only met once, how could this man just die like this?

With people coming and going, she suddenly squatted on the ground and burst into tears.

Several Police cars pulled up, and Dalao B saw the familiar license plate number, immediately stepping forward to take out a pack of cigarettes: "Brother Xiong, sorry, something happened at home."

The person who arrived was none other than Inspector Niu Xiong of the Anti-Triad Unit of the Wanchai Police Station of the Royal Hong Kong Police.

"What's the situation? You're obstructing traffic!" Niu Xiong said as he took the cigarettes.

Dalao B explained: "Lanzai Jun is dead, he died in the Walled City."

"What? Sigh, I had long expected this kid would have a day like this! Let your brothers go inside; what does it look like blocking the way here? Hong Kong citizens are calling to complain!"

Niu Xiong sighed and shook his head; he naturally knew Lanzai Jun, because the previous times Lanzai Jun had entered the Police Station, he was the one who received him.

Dalao B hurriedly said to Dumu and the others: "Dumu, take the brothers inside."

Dumu nodded.

After finally pacifying the group of Police, Dalao B shook his head, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Heishui Qiang's number.

Don't misunderstand.

He was not doing it to confirm the news of Chen Jiajun's death, but to let Heishui Qiang hurry out and hide for a while.

After all, Chen Jiajun had an accident today on his way to see him; if this group of fierce, menacing men who would do anything but good things went crazy.

Dalao B was truly afraid they would hurt the innocent!

The ringtone of the mobile phone rang in the room in the Kowloon Walled City, where the floor was covered in corpses.

Lying in a pool of blood, Heishui Qiang looked at the mobile phone, breathing heavily.

Chen Jiajun stomped the mobile phone to pieces, a ferocious smile hanging on his face.

Inside the room.

A one-sided massacre had just broken out.

The Hell Knights attacked with full force, cruelly harvesting the lives of Heishui Qiang's gang with the speed of a wind sweeping away clouds.

Seeing the person who arrived, Heishui Qiang spat out a mouthful of blood foam: "Lanzai Jun, you are truly ruthless! The money... didn't I return it? Tell me, why?"

"Sorry, dead men don't need to know the answer."

Chen Jiajun raised the Handgun equipped with a silencer and pulled the Trigger.

Heishui Qiang died with his eyes wide open.

If he knew the reason was merely that Chen Jiajun did not want anyone who had seen him today to stay alive, he would surely have died of anger.

In the dim room, a small flame lit up; Chen Jiajun lit a Cigar, took a deep puff of the Cigar, felt the fragrance of the Cigar, and waved his hand to let his brothers search the room for valuables.

After finishing, the group took advantage of the night to immediately withdraw from the Walled City.

After confirming it was safe, Chen Jiajun and the others immediately counted the spoils.

First were Heishui Qiang and his subordinates' several guns, then some gold and silver jewelry, as well as their car keys.

Finally, there was the safe where Heishui Qiang and his men hid their money; because they didn't know the code, a Hell Knight punched the safe door open and got the things inside.

Inside there were a full one hundred bundles of Hong Kong banknotes, all in one-thousand denominations, which was ten million.

"You really are rich."

At this very moment, Chen Jiajun was even more determined to rob that big tycoon Wang Bao.

Not only did he want to rob him, he also wanted to finish off Wang Bao and seize his territory!

Heishui Qiang and his men's cars were all parked in a parking lot near the Kowloon Walled City; apart from a brand-new Mercedes-Benz, the rest were vans.

Chen Jiajun told his brothers to drive them all back to assist with Dumu's operation tonight.

(End of this chapter)