Chapter 204: Is the Old and New Boss All That?

Many times.

Chen Jiajun wonders what his final ending will be?

Like the first Dragon Head of Xinji—Xu Qian, or the Dragon Head of the Number Gang, Ge Zixiong, being deported?

Like the Golden Horse drug dealers, leaving Hong Kong only to die in a foreign land, with their remains not even allowed to be brought back to Hong Kong after death?

These are not things he wants to see.

Therefore, after becoming famous, Chen Jiajun acts as if walking on thin ice.

If he truly let go and started a massacre, the entire underworld order of Hong Kong would have long since fallen into his pocket.

But he is not stupid.

A smart person knows how to do things.

The higher one stands on the mountaintop, the more one must consider how to walk the downhill path.

The next day.

Below Lion Rock.

The dump trucks of Hung Hing Construction form a long line two kilometers in length, flashing their hazard lights, driving out of the Lion Rock Tunnel slowly and without losing order.

"Pfft."

Just as they drive out of the Lion Rock Tunnel, someone on the side of the road quickly scatters iron nails.

The tire of the lead dump truck makes a crisp "pfft" sound, and the tire rapidly goes flat.

"Screech. Screech."

At the same time, more than twenty wobbly buses block the entire road completely, and one by one, Xinji gangsters push open the bus doors and get out with baseball bats, machetes, and other items, cursing at the long line of dump trucks before them:

"Fuck your mother."

"Hung Hing boys, Shatin doesn't welcome you!"

"Get out of Shatin."

Led by Si Yanlong's son-in-law Zhang Liangsheng and son Xu Zhancheng, the Xinji gangsters block the path of the motorcade.

The drivers on the dump trucks are all young demon slaves; they do not get out to confront the Xinji gangsters, but instead lock the doors tightly and sit quietly in the trucks. The windows of these dump trucks have been reinforced, and the safety rating is very high.

Tai Wai Village.

"Uncles. My brother is a heavy truck driver for Hung Hing Construction Company; they are all villagers with clean records."

"Today is the opening day for the Shatin Bus Depot."

"The Xinji Majai have blocked Lion Rock."

"Once the Shatin Bus Depot is built, it will be good for all of us in Shatin. Everyone, tell me, what should we do?"

Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, Luo Yongjiu makes a final mobilization speech to a group of villagers.

Since returning to Tai Wai Village last month, Luo Yongjiu has used the "Silver Bullet Policy" on the villagers. After stacks of banknotes were handed out, the Uncles, elders, and aunties of Tai Wai Village all felt that Luo Yongjiu, who drives a Mercedes-Benz, is a successful person, and that there is a future in following him.

Luo Yongjiu not only helped many young adults in Tai Wai Village solve their employment problems but also helped many of the village's troublemakers solve their schooling problems.

Today, his word is law in Tai Wai Village.

"Jiu Zai, where are they?"

An Uncle picks up a hoe, his beard trembling with anger. It was one thing for the Xinji boys to act like tyrants in Shatin usually, but now they actually won't let the Shatin Bus Depot be built?

"Beat the Xinji boys to death." An elder stops playing cards, stands up, and brushes off his backside.

"I've long been sick of the Xinji boys, hack them to death." An auntie carries a sickle in her hand, looking fierce.

Luo Yongjiu roars: "I'll take you there, they're right at the entrance of the Lion Rock Tunnel.

Boss Chen of the Shatin Bus Depot said, one hundred dollars for waving a flag, three hundred dollars for fighting, and an extra ten dollars per bucket of excrement."

"People of Tai Wai Village, as long as you still have strength, all of you come with me."

The silver-haired Uncle of Tai Wai Village bellows with a powerful voice.

The villagers of the New Territories are fierce by nature; often, two villages can start a brawl involving thousands of people over water rights. This kind of brawl is not like the usual gang posturing; they truly intend to hack each other to death, and they won't stop for three days and three nights. It often takes the Police Station and the local gentry of the New Territories to step in to calm both sides down.

At the roar of the highly respected Uncle, the experienced villagers go into their houses to take out the farm tools they usually work with, and some even carry buckets of night soil, jogging toward the Lion Rock Tunnel.

Peng Family Village.

"Uncle, my boss wants to build a bus depot in Shatin, and now the dump truck fleet is blocked by Xinji boys at the Lion Rock Tunnel."

Peng Sen wipes away sweat, rushes into a bungalow, and says to the elderly Uncle.

"Your boss is that great philanthropist Chen Jiajun from Guojun Academy, right?" The Uncle raises his head while smoking a pipe.

Peng Sen nods: "Yes, Uncle, you know I used to be with Hung Hing, Boss Chen is my former boss. My boss said, let us help out, 300 for fighting."

"We have many troublemakers in Peng Family Village who are enrolled for free at Guojun Academy. Tell your boss, we cannot take this money."

The Uncle pauses and roars: "Wave the flags, call the people, today we hack the Xinji boys to death."

These scenes are happening in many, many villages in Shatin.

Zhang Renlong was not wrong; for a society or organization to develop and grow, and to live long, it must come from the masses, and go back to the masses.

However, the Xinji Dragon Head Si Yanlong, and his son Zhang Liangsheng, have not learned his essence.

Manifested in Shatin, it means that whoever obstructs the development of Shatin is a sinner of Shatin, and an enemy of the Shatin villagers.

After the bus depot is built, the ticket price for Sunshine Bus will be only half that of the Xinji buses, and there will be air conditioning.

Boss Chen has also provided so many job positions and free school spots for the villagers of the New Territories.

Whoever goes against Boss Chen is an enemy of the Shatin villagers.

In the dozens of villages in Shatin, the crowds gather more and more.

They have only one destination: the Lion Rock Tunnel.

A black Rolls-Royce Silver Spur Century slowly drives into the Lion Rock Tunnel.

Dalao Jun wears a suit and glasses, his hair slicked back from root to tip, his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand holding a thick cigar.

The vehicle was carrying Transport Department Director Yan Dunli and others, all of whom had been invited to attend the groundbreaking ceremony for the Shatin Bus Depot.

"Mr. Chen, the chairman of the Jockey Club called me yesterday, hoping that Sunshine Bus Company could provide specialized bus services for the Shatin Jockey Club staff."

Yan Dunli took a puff of his cigar, chatting and laughing with Dalao Jun.

"If the Hong Kong Jockey Club wants specialized bus services, just call me directly; there's no need to trouble Director Yan. Don't worry, tomorrow I will have General Manager Lu Yongyu of Sunshine Bus personally bring the contract to the Jockey Club."

Chen Jiajun smiled.

As the car slowly drove out of the tunnel, seeing a group of Xinji Boys nearby holding clubs, machetes, and other items while cursing at the dump trucks, Chen Jiajun said with a beaming smile: "It seems the Hung Hing construction fleet has stirred up some dissatisfaction here."

Seeing this, Yan Dunli was furious; he took out his mobile phone and said: "I will call the Police Station immediately."

"Superintendent Liao, news from the Information Division. At the Shatin Lion Rock Tunnel, Xinji gangsters have blocked the Hung Hing construction fleet."

"The one causing trouble for Xinji is Shatin Person-in-Charge Zhang Liangsheng, and Si Yanlong's son Xu Zhancheng; the situation on the Hung Hing side is currently unclear."

According to the Information Division, over a thousand Xinji fighters have all arrived on the scene, and more and more Xinji Boys are rushing toward the Lion Rock Tunnel.

"On the Hung Hing side, Kwai Tsing Person-in-Charge Han Bin has already gathered his men."

"Wo Shing Wo Tsuen Wan Line Person-in-Charge Da D is also gathering troops at his gambling den."

At this moment, the police report hotline had already been blown up.

As various reports reached the West Kowloon Police Station, Huang Zhicheng immediately found Liao Zhizong.

Liao Zhizong, sent down by Hu Zhuoren, drank his coffee calmly and said unhurriedly:

"What's the rush?"

"Don't take it to heart, young man."

"I've seen plenty of this on Hong Kong Island; let both sides hack each other to their heart's content and decide the winner, that way Shatin can be peaceful."

"We just need to prepare body bags and nylon ropes and go over to collect the bodies."

Liao Zhizong placed his coffee cup on the desk, threw his cigarette into the ashtray, lowered his head to buckle his bulletproof vest, and imparted his experience from Hong Kong Island.

"Tap, tap, tap."

At this moment, Lu Qichang, wearing a suit with his ID badge hanging on his chest, strode into the office and roared: "Liao SIR, Transport Department Director Yan Dunli is calling our Police Station."

"Hmm?"

Liao Zhizong raised his head.

"Director Yan and several officials were going to Shatin to attend the groundbreaking ceremony for the Shatin Bus Depot when they encountered Xinji Boys blocking the Hung Hing construction fleet."

Liao Zhizong understood immediately, grabbed his holster and hung it on his waist, not yet having rushed out of the office.

The voice of West Kowloon Police Station Superintendent Situ Jingxian had already rung out: "Everyone pay attention, villagers from over a dozen walled villages in Shatin are advancing toward the Lion Rock Tunnel. Everyone go to Shatin immediately, pay attention to your methods, and avoid conflicts with the villagers."

"Situ SIR, it's villagers, not Hung Hing boys?"

Liao Zhizong had just rushed out of the office and froze in place.

He only felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He hadn't seen Dalao Jun make a move in a year, but he didn't expect that the moment he did, it would be a big one.

If a conflict between villagers and triad members hits the newspapers, their Anti-Triad Unit will definitely be criticized by all walks of life in Hong Kong, and by then, the pressure of public opinion alone could crush them.

He immediately roared at Huang Zhicheng: "Huang Zhicheng, call headquarters immediately to seek support. Also, today we must catch the Xinji Dragon Head Si Yanlong; no matter where he is, we must dig him out."

"Clap."

"YES, SIR." Huang Zhicheng stood at attention, saluted, and roared.

……

"Who the hell is coming to Shatin to cause trouble?"

An Uncle wearing a floral shirt with silver-white hair and beard, holding a machete, led the Shatin villagers and charged to the Lion Rock Tunnel.

Whoosh.

A large group of dark-skinned Shatin villagers holding hoes, sickles, and clubs followed quickly, blocking the intersection.

"I knew it was you Xinji Boys."

An elderly uncle threw away the cigarette in his hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and shouted: "Hack the Xinji Boys to death."

"Hack the Xinji Boys!"

"Whoever blocks Shatin's development is our enemy."

"F*** your mother, a bunch of villagers, go to hell." Zhang Liangsheng raised his machete and shouted: "Hack them to death first."

Over a thousand Xinji Majai raised their blades and charged, but the experienced Shatin villagers directly splashed feces water onto the Xinji Majai.

"Ugh."

"Ugh."

"F*** your mother, you bastards."

The leading Xinji Majai couldn't dodge in time and was hit squarely by the feces water. More Xinji Majai from behind had already charged up, and the two sides immediately collided, instantly turning into a brawl on the Lion Rock Tunnel highway.

"Hack the Xinji Boys to death."

"Drive Xinji out of Shatin."

"F*** your mother, you Xinji Boys, it's one thing that you usually bully us, but you even bully Mr. Chen?"

More Shatin villagers rushed in from all directions. They supported themselves with one hand on the highway's iron railing, vaulted over with a powerful thrust of their hips, and crossed the railing with both feet, while holding weapons in their other hands, their movements fluid and smooth.

"Clang, clang, clatter."

The Lion Rock Tunnel highway was instantly covered in broken glass, with some shards still stained with sparks and flickering flames.

Zhang Liangsheng and Xu Zhancheng had prepared very thoroughly for today's battle with Hung Hing; besides the usual machetes, clubs, and other items, they had also prepared petrol bombs.

After the two sides collided, some Xinji Boys who had lost their minds immediately threw petrol bombs.

Instantly, some villagers and Xinji Majai who couldn't dodge in time were set ablaze from head to toe.

"Accelerate."

"Hurry up and accelerate."

Chen Jiajun sat in the cabin of the Rolls-Royce Silver Spur Century, watching this scene with a chuckle.

"Damn it."

"This group of bandits is simply lawless."

"Lawless."

Yan Dunli was terrified when he saw this scene; his entire back pressed against the leather sofa, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart as he tremblingly took out his mobile phone to call the police again.

As long as the armed fights between triads did not involve ordinary people, the Hong Kong Police Force would turn a blind eye; they wished for both sides to die out so they could clean up the mess and clear the air in Hong Kong.

Triads usually collected protection fees from ordinary citizens, and the Hong Kong government knew this was unavoidable.

After all, there are two types of order everywhere in the world.

As long as the underground order did not significantly affect the normal order, the Hong Kong government let it develop.

However, when triad members attacked and surrounded Hong Kong citizens and New Territories villagers on a large scale, and threw petrol bombs at citizens and villagers, that touched the bottom line of the Hong Kong government.

From this moment on, they had transcended the category of triads and become terrorists...

At this time, the scene on the Lion Rock Tunnel highway could be described as grand.

The Shatin villagers and the Xinji Majai had an unprecedented conflict; the entire highway was a battlefield, with one group chasing and beating another, hacking at them, and running back and forth.

It was also at this moment that dozens of police cars arrived.

Seeing this scene, Liao Zhizong felt his scalp tingle and roared into his walkie-talkie: "Everyone from Xinji who came out today, those who deserve to die must die, arrest them all for me, and also, rescue the Shatin villagers immediately."

"Action."

A row of anti-riot police officers, fully armed and holding shields and batons, stood in formation, while a team of police officers behind them swung their arms and threw smoke bombs from a distance.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss."

The smoke bombs swayed with black trails as they landed, instantly connecting into patches of gray smoke.

The Xinji Majai were in the middle of a chaotic battle with the villagers when they suddenly saw fog appearing before their eyes, coughing as their eyes and throats were severely choked.

"Scatter."

Seeing the police had arrived, Zhang Liangsheng let out a loud roar.

Yet at this very moment, where could they escape to?

One could see that all over the mountains and plains, more Shatin villagers were continuously rushing here.

"Bang."

"Bang."

After throwing the smoke bombs, the police officers neatly slammed their batons against their shields, emitting a loud sound; this was a show of force.

"Charge."

At the officer's command, the police officers moved in groups of three, charging into the crowd, waving their batons at the Xinji boys, constantly cutting them off, surrounding them, and knocking the Xinji boys down to arrest them.

"Ah."

"Officer, I surrender. I surrender."

One Xinji boy after another was knocked down and tied up by the police officers, who then rushed toward the next Xinji boy.

To prevent the Xinji boys from breaking through the human wall, the police set up three full lines of defense in the rear, and more police cars were continuously rushing to this patch of land in Shatin from all directions—Ma On Shan, Dapu, Tsuen Wan...

The Xinji boys had no way to escape.

"Damn your mother, you bastards, you think you're the best?"

"You think you're the best?"

"You want to be arrogant again?"

An Inspector wearing anti-riot gear and a mask raised the baton in his hand, one strike, another strike, and another.

Every strike landed solidly on the top of a Xinji boy's head.

A moment later, that Xinji boy was covered in blood, lying on the highway like a dead dog.

This dead dog was none other than one of the Five Tigers of Xinji—426 Chen Yaoxing.

"Bastard."

"See if he still has any breath left."

"If he's dead, bring a body bag over; if he's still breathing, take him back."

The Inspector retracted his baton, looked at Chen Yaoxing lying on the ground like a dead dog, and let out a sneer of disdain.

Not far away.

Three police officers holding rubber batons forced Xu Zhancheng into a corner step by step, their faces showing ferocious smiles.

"Officer. Big Brother. Big Brother."

"I surrender."

"Stop hitting, stop hitting."

Xinji Taizi Xu Zhancheng was covered in blood and drenched in sweat, kneeling on the highway with both knees, holding his hands high, crying and begging the police officers for mercy.

Just a moment ago, when Xu Zhancheng led the Xinji boys to show off their strength and fight the Shatin villagers, he still felt very powerful.

However, as the police forcefully cut into the battlefield, coupled with the Shatin villagers arriving from all over the mountains and plains, they were beaten into a state of chaos with casualties everywhere, and the Xinji Taizi very simply threw away his dignity and knelt to surrender.

"Damn your mother."

"My old man is the New Territories King Zhang Renlong, my father-in-law is the Xinji Dragon Head, and my younger brother is the kung fu superstar Fu Sheng. The singer Zhen Ni, who is as famous as Deng Lijun, is also my sister-in-law."

Zhang Liangsheng had already been surrounded by the villagers led by Luo Yongjiu, and he roared with a fierce expression but a cowardly heart.

"The New Territories King is a big deal?"

"My Boss is the Emperor of Hong Kong."

"Beat him for me."

Luo Yongjiu held a cigarette in his mouth and raised a wooden club, pointing it at the tip of Zhang Liangsheng's nose.

"Beat him to death."

"The Old Xin is all that?"

The Xinji Boys were used to acting like tyrants in Shatin, and the villagers of the New Territories had long been displeased with them.

"What does having more people count for? If you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one," Zhang Liangsheng roared.

"I'll do it." An auntie raised her fist and smashed it into Zhang Liangsheng's stomach.

"Auntie, what do you do for a living?" Zhang Liangsheng spat out a mouthful of blood with a pfft.

"I'm a farmer," that auntie from Tai Wai Village replied.

"If you're a farmer, just farm; why come out to show off your numbers and hack people?" Zhang Liangsheng wailed.

Immediately, the villagers' fists rained down like a storm.

It wasn't until five minutes later that a few Police Constables rescued the half-dead Zhang Liangsheng.

"Big Brother, the Xinji Dragon Head Si Yanlong is very likely going to run away."

"He has prepared a fishing boat at the Western District Pier."

"He is already packing his valuables at home."

When the situation exceeded Si Yanlong's plans, Si Yanlong already knew the game was up; staying on Hong Kong Island would put him in great danger.

Let alone his subordinates betraying him, testifying against him, or cooking up charges of "organizing a Triad organization," he feared that even terrorism charges would be pinned on him, and by then, he would definitely be sitting in prison until he died.

To save his life, he had no choice but to run.

After Zhang Renlong died, Lao Yu had been secretly monitoring all of Si Yanlong's movements.

"I know," Chen Jiajun nodded, rolled down the car window, and shouted to Liao Zhizong not far away: "Officer Liao."

"Mr. Chen."

Liao Zhizong looked at Dalao Jun with a complex gaze; when he first met Dalao Jun, he was only the Wanchai Person in Charge, and others called him Lanzai Jun.

Today's Dalao Jun is the Mr. Chen respected by everyone in Hong Kong.

"I received news that Si Yanlong seems to be planning to run away from a fishing boat in the Western District."

Dalao Jun puffed on his cigar and informed Liao Zhizong of this news.

Those in the societies, not connected to the imperial aura?

That doesn't exist.

That is only to restrain the Four-Nine Boys at the bottom.

"Additionally, clear a path first; my motorcade needs to pass through immediately. I have an appointment with media Reporters today for the Shatin Bus Depot groundbreaking ceremony."

Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of cigar smoke, his right hand resting on the steering wheel of the Rolls-Royce.

"Yes, Mr. Chen, I will notify the Marine Police to carry out a blockade immediately," Liao Zhizong hurriedly stood at attention and shouted.

(End of this chapter)