Chapter 21: The Person Shisimei Likes

The Royal Nightclub was not open for business tonight; after all, the "Big Brother" was dead, so how could it operate?

After Dalao B made heavy promises in front of Dumu and his group of young demon slaves, he left with Chen Haonan and the others who had hurried over.

Returning to the Causeway Bay Branch, Dalao B kept only Chen Haonan behind; Chen Haonan took out a photograph and handed it to Dalao B, then briefly recounted the process of taking out Fu Ge.

Dalao B nodded in satisfaction and patted his shoulder with gratification: "At tomorrow's Hung Hing assembly, I can rightfully promote you to the top."

Then Dalao B lit a cigar and said slowly: "Lanzai Jun is already dead."

Regarding this point, Dalao B was deeply convinced; although he could not get through to Heishui Qiang's phone, he also knew that a drug-dealing operator like Heishui Qiang was often elusive.

"Your next task is to subdue this group of Dumu's people; treat them well."

"They are your capital for becoming a Hall Master in the future."

"Yes! B Ge!" Chen Haonan nodded.

"This is what the jianghu is truly like."

A soft sigh echoed inside the private room.

Xiefei Road.

A girl of peerless beauty walked along the road, crying and looking utterly dejected.

Her mind was filled with Chen Jiajun's face; she hadn't even had the chance to thank him properly, and she had only met him once, so how could he be dead?

He was perfectly fine just yesterday, how could he be dead!

Several hoodlums walked toward her, teasing her with lewd language:

"Hey, pretty girl! Why are you crying so sadly?"

"I'm asking you a question, do you want a big brother to take you to see some goldfish?"

"Let me take you to a bar, it's very comfortable."

The hoodlums were unscrupulous; seeing that the other party didn't speak, they reached out to grab her.

Guan Jiahui quickly retreated a few steps, looking at the group vigilantly: "Get lost, it's none of your business!"

"Damn! You don't know what's good for you. I follow Bao Ye; go out and ask who Bao Ye is! You don't give me face, and I'm very unhappy!"

One who looked like a small leader stared at Guan Jiahui greedily with a slouching posture.

"What do you want to do?" Guan Jiahui immediately blocked her chest with both hands.

"What do I want to do? You don't know yet? I'll give you a chance: keep me company for a drink, and this matter will be settled... Ah!"

Before the small leader could finish speaking, two burly men reached out, grabbed his long hair, and pulled him to the ground.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound rang out, and the small leader's entire face smashed into the ground, causing him to let out a painful scream.

Immediately after, a young man wearing a peaked cap and a mask stepped out of a Mercedes-Benz.

"Hey! Which path do you guys walk on?"

"Hey, don't mess around! Don't, don't, don't be impulsive!"

"Big Brother! Let's talk things over, don't pull a gun."

The hoodlums, who had originally wanted to give the other party a hard time, were scared to the point of wetting themselves when they saw him pull out a handgun.

This group was just a bunch of low-level characters who bullied the weak and feared the strong.

"It's so late! What are you doing out here alone?" Chen Jiajun took off his sunglasses and removed half of his mask.

Guan Jiahui turned around, raised her beautiful face, and upon seeing those familiar eyes, she immediately recognized who it was; she widened her eyes and hurriedly covered her mouth: "You..."

"You what you, get in the car quickly!" Chen Jiajun looked around and immediately pulled her into the car.

Not until the Mercedes-Benz started did Guan Jiahui hurriedly ask: "What's going on? Didn't Brother Dumu say you were dead?"

"It was just an act! It's not convenient for me to show my face right now; someone is trying to assassinate me." Chen Jiajun steered the wheel, staring ahead without looking back: "And you, what are you doing running out alone in the middle of the night?"

"Then aren't you in great danger right now?" Guan Jiahui asked in return, her heart feeling both sweet and anxious.

She was happy that Brother Jun was actually fine and it was all an act, but anxious that someone was assassinating him.

"The people who assassinated me are already dead. Where are you going? I'll give you a ride." Chen Jiajun looked left and right.

Guan Jiahui let out a sigh of relief and said: "I was worried to death about you."

"I'm asking you a question, where are you going? The staff dormitory or the Rediffusion Television headquarters?" Chen Jiajun asked again.

"I took leave..." Guan Jiahui stammered, two red clouds rising on her beautiful face: "Can I... can I follow you?"

"Crazy! I'll take you back to the dormitory."

The Mercedes-Benz let out a low growl, the V12 engine roared with surging power, and a strong force pushed them back into their seats.

After driving Guan Jiahui to the Rediffusion Television staff dormitory, Chen Jiajun leaned over to open the passenger door for her: "Don't say you've seen me, and don't come to Causeway Bay for the next few days; something big is going to happen."

"Oh, oh."

Guan Jiahui also knew that men had important things to do, so she immediately got out of the car: "Then goodbye?"

Chen Jiajun closed the car door, made a U-turn, and left directly.

"So annoying!"

"He didn't even say goodbye."

Guan Jiahui stomped her feet in anger, then broke into a smile through her tears, watching the Mercedes-Benz disappear into the night.

……

Lockhart Road, Royal Nightclub.

It was not open tonight, so even the neon lights of the nightclub were dark.

At this time, many luxury cars were parked on the road.

Hung Hing's Portland Street Zha FIT Ren Shisimei and Kwai Tsing Zha FIT Ren Han Bin walked into the nightclub with solemn expressions.

As soon as she stepped into the nightclub, she saw a group of young demon slaves wiping axes; she stepped forward and said to Dumu: "You must be Dumu, I am Shisimei from Hung Hing's Portland Street."

Back when she was still under Dalao B, her relationship with Chen Jiajun was quite good.

In fact, Chen Jiajun even played a part in Shisimei's promotion.

Therefore, now that something had happened to Chen Jiajun, she had to look into it to see if she could be of any help.

"Hmm." Dumu raised his head and glanced at Shisimei.

Shisimei picked up a stick of incense, lit it, bowed three times, and inserted it into the Guan Gong Shrine; Han Bin followed closely behind and also bowed to Guan Erye.

Lighting a cigarette, Shisimei said coldly, "Where is A Jun's body?"

"Big Brother's body was snatched by them; we couldn't take it back," A'e explained.

"Do you know who did it? What exactly happened!" Shisimei's expression was stern.

Lao E stood up to recount the story he had agreed upon with Chen Jiajun.

"Was it that gang of Heishui Qiang?" Shisimei exhaled a puff of smoke, her tone faintly carrying a hint of killing intent.

A'e shook his head and said softly, "I can't be sure."

"You don't know anything, what kind of Majai are you?" Shisimei scolded him lightly, dropped her cigarette butt, and walked toward the door.

Seeing this, Han Bin hurriedly chased after her: "Hey, Shisimei, where are you going?"

"To bring A Jun's body back; I can't just let him stay out there as a lonely ghost!"

"Then wait! I'll call Xiyan and have him find Xing Shu to ask around through his connections."

Xiyan was Han Bin's younger brother, working under the Hongxing Kowloon Zha FIT Ren, Xing Shu.

"Hey, Xiyan. You know Lanzai Jun from Causeway Bay, right?"

"The Lanzai Jun who took out Babi, right? What about him?"

"Today he took four men to collect a debt from Heishui Qiang, was ambushed, and died in the Walled City. Only two Majai came back, and they didn't bring the body. Go find someone to ask about it immediately."

"Received!"

He hung up the phone.

Han Bin said to Shisimei, "I've already had Xiyan go ask; don't worry, we'll have news soon."

"Back then, if it weren't for him and Daoba Qi joining forces to take out the Undercover James from the Anti-Vice Squad, I wouldn't be where I am today." Shisimei's voice was barely audible, and tears were already streaming down her face.

Taking a sip of beer, Shisimei poured the rest of it onto the ground to comfort the spirit of "Chen Jiajun".

"How come you never mentioned this before?" Han Bin took out a cigarette and handed it to her.

Shisimei took one, shook her head, and said, "Him? He was a blockhead. Just mentioning him makes me angry. I told him to come with me to Portland Street, but he wouldn't, saying he wouldn't follow behind a woman's skirt to be a Majai. We had a huge fight."

"He said he treated me like a brother; he probably thought I, Shisimei, had taken a liking to him and didn't want to be a Shibaitou."

"Self-indulgent, what a fool!"

"After being brothers for so many years, couldn't he tell I like women!"

"Damn it, good riddance!"

As she spoke, she cursed in a low voice, yet her tears flowed even more.

Taking out three cigarettes, she held them in her hand, trembling as she thrust them heavily into the ground, and crouched down to wail.

Han Bin sighed and consoled her: "Stop crying. This is how our line of work is; life and death are fated, and wealth is determined by heaven."

In truth, his heart was filled with bitterness, because Shisimei had said she liked women...

Soon, Han Bin's mobile phone rang. He answered it immediately, and Xiyan's voice came from the other end, "Big Brother, Heishui Qiang is dead! His whole family was wiped out!"

"What!"

(End of chapter)