Chapter 212: Secret Agreement

Chen Jiajun took a deep drag of his Cigar and said, "What if I don't hand it over?"

"Heh."

He Guorong's smile slowly faded, and he said coldly and deliberately: "You had better think it over. If you don't give it to me, I will arrest you immediately. Do you dare to defy me?"

"Big Sir, do you even know who you are threatening?"

"I am just so, so scared."

Chen Jiajun slowly exhaled the Cigar smoke while secretly sizing up his surroundings: "Get them for me."

After saying this, Chen Jiajun jumped onto the Mercedes-Benz SUV with lightning speed.

The gunfight began.

"Big Sir, watch out."

The Political Department Agents reacted quickly. The moment Chen Jiajun's voice fell, they drew their Browning Pistols and quickly sought cover, while several loyal subordinates immediately blocked the front of He Guorong.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

However, the Hell Knights led by Ya Qi reacted even faster.

Before Chen Jiajun had even finished speaking, Ya Qi drew his Browning Pistol without hesitation and pulled the Trigger.

"Bang."

A brilliant, fiery red spray of blood splashed across the forehead of the Agent blocking He Guorong.

"How dare you open fire on the Political Department?"

Blood splattered onto Bai Shibin's face. He cursed in anger, raised his hand, and fired a shot at Ya Qi's left chest.

Yet, Ya Qi drew his Samurai Sword with lightning speed and easily blocked the bullet.

"What the hell?" This display by Ya Qi scared Bai Shibin silly.

"Bang."

Taking advantage of Bai Shibin's stunned moment, Ya Qi pulled the Trigger on him without hesitation.

A shot to the center of the brow.

Bai Shibin was dead and gone.

"FUCK."

"Are they even human?"

In this instant of battle, the Political Department Agents realized something was wrong. No matter how many shots they fired at Ya Qi and the others, what made them despair was that these people were like monsters; they either showed no reaction when hit, or they easily dodged the bullets.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Bullets flew across the scene, creating an intense rhythm with short, crisp sound effects.

Ya Qi and the others closed in layer by layer, and a sense of despair welled up in the hearts of the Political Department Agents. Were the people opposite them human or ghosts?

"Quick, call for backup! Call the garrison!" He Guorong roared.

At that very next moment, a Dagger appeared at his throat, and Lao Yu said coldly: "Tell your men to stop."

"Bang."

A fearless Political Department Agent shot Lao Yu in the arm. Lao Yu swung his Long Knife backhanded, and that Agent was split in two on the spot. He applied slight pressure with his left hand: "I don't want to say it a second time, Big Sir."

A stream of warmth flowed down from his neck.

He Guorong immediately shouted: "Everyone stop."

The gunfight stopped instantly; there was only the gunpowder in the air, the corpses on the ground, and the faint, lingering sound of gunfire echoing in their ears.

"Drop your guns," Lao Yu ordered again.

"Drop your guns."

He Guorong knew very well the strength of the man behind him; he

had already exceeded all the understanding of He Guorong, an elite from MI5 and the Director of Political Department.

"Big Sir, they won't let us go," a Political Department leader warned.

"Drop them! We are on the front line now; if you disobey orders, that is mutiny."

He Guorong roared in a rage.

"Clatter."

"Clatter."

First one, then a second, followed by three or four more.

All the Political Department Agents unwillingly dropped their guns, and one by one, the young demon slaves rushed forward, pinning them down.

Chen Jiajun jumped off the vehicle.

He Guorong panted heavily and said: "What exactly are you people? Are you human or ghosts?"

"That is not important. I will ask one more time: what exactly is the secret inside the Dragon Head Staff? You know, now that the Dragon Head Staff is in my hands, I have plenty of time to study it."

Chen Jiajun walked up to He Guorong and said coldly.

"What happens after I tell you? Will you let me go? I guarantee that tonight I will act as if nothing happened. The promise I made to you before is still valid; let us both value peace." He Guorong negotiated terms.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "You should know that you are in no position to negotiate terms with me now."

"If we die, the higher-ups will never let Hong Xing go. They won't let you go either. No matter to the ends of the earth you go, someone will hunt you down."

"Dalao Jun, you surely don't want to spend the rest of your life living under an assumed name, do you?"

Quickly adjusting his state, He Guorong said with a smile.

What He Guorong said was true; the methods of intelligence organizations like the CIA, MI5, MI6, and the KGB were exactly like this.

When the most elite organization of a nation suffered such a severe blow, the state power would dig three feet into the ground to root out the other party, no matter what it took.

"Then I'd very much like to try; I'm only counting to three."

"Three."

"Two."

Chen Jiajun held out three fingers.

Just as only one finger remained, He Guorong hurriedly shouted: "Stop, I'll talk, I'll talk."

"Good, I hope the secret you tell can satisfy me." Chen Jiajun took a puff of his cigar.

He Guorong slowly recounted the secret of the Dragon Head Staff: "One hundred years ago, we obtained Hong Kong from the Qing government."

"However, during the handover, we encountered extreme resistance. To improve this relationship and to better control Hong Kong, the Yingjili Government entered into a profit-sharing deal with the triads."

"On one hand, it was to improve the image of the Yingjili Government; on the other, we sang the same tune with the triads to show the public our enlightened attitude."

"In every Dragon Head Staff of the long-standing triads in Hong Kong, the agreement from that time is hidden."

This secret simply shocked Chen Jiajun. He took a deep drag of his cigar and asked: "So, the reason your Political Department sent Huang Bi'an to infiltrate my side and use my power to seize the triad's Dragon Head Staff was to prevent a scandal from leaking?"

"That's correct, but I didn't expect that Elizabeth (Huang Bi'an) would be seen through by you."

He Guorong laughed at himself, then put on a smug smile and said: "Also, the triad problem in Hong Kong isn't that it can't be truly eliminated. Dalao Jun, you don't actually think your current prosperity is because you are truly that strong, do you?"

"My strength far exceeds your expectations. Of course, my rapid growth also has to do with the laissez-faire attitude of the British Hong Kong authorities and the suzerain state, England." Chen Jiajun smiled noncommittally.

He Guorong nodded and said: "True, but if we were to wipe them all out, the old ones would die, and new ones would sprout up again."

"Furthermore, our Political Department even obtained intelligence that the armed helicopter attack on drug lords at the Yuen Long Tin Hau Temple last year has a thousand threads of connection to you."

Chen Jiajun retorted: "What makes you say that?"

He Guorong pointed to his own head: "We work in intelligence. Last year, Yue Nan lost a batch of US military equipment. Yue Nan has your entry and exit records, and we learned that several Cobra and Chinook helicopters appeared in the Mainland, which happened to be that very batch. And it just so happened that you were inspecting the country at the time and had circled off a large piece of land in Pengcheng."

Speaking up to this point, He Guorong said: "Now, it's time to have your people put their guns down, right? Tell me, what conditions do you want? You should know that this secret isn't of much use to you; why not use it to trade for tangible benefits?"

What he said was indeed the plain truth.

After considering for about three or four minutes, Chen Jiajun said: "Except for Big Sir, slaughter the rest."

The next moment, gunfire erupted.

There were over a dozen more corpses on the ground. He Guorong jumped in a rage and cursed: "Madman, you are simply a madman!"

"Look, the reason a secret is a secret is naturally that the fewer people who know, the better."

"Big Sir, I don't think you want your subordinates to know about our dirty dealings, do you?"

"Also, do you think I would let you go? At worst, I'll hide in the Mainland; there are plenty of people who want to protect me."

Facing He Guorong's insults, Chen Jiajun appeared calm and indifferent.

He Guorong was trembling with fear: "You are treacherous, you don't keep your word."

"Big Sir, I'm a man of the streets. Remember from now on, be polite to me. In front of me, you must act obedient and compliant. I'll be eating off this secret for the rest of your life."

Chen Jiajun unscrupulously patted He Guorong's face lightly with his hand.

"You don't really think I can't deal with you, do you?" He Guorong gritted his teeth and said.

"Of course I wouldn't think that, so what follows is the key test of whether you can survive. Lao Yu, take him back to Tuen Mun for me, bring Bai Lu over immediately, and have the rest of the people clean up the battlefield."

Chen Jiajun issued the order.

"Got it, Big Brother." Lao Yu nodded and shoved He Guorong into the Mercedes-Benz to leave.

Chen Jiajun immediately looked at Ya Qi and the others, "Brothers, are your injuries serious?"

"Small problem."

Ya Qi glanced at the few Hell Knights nearby who had been shot and replied easily.

After throwing all the corpses and the cars with bullet holes at the scene into his space, Chen Jiajun and the others tidied up the site before returning to Tuen Mun.

Guojun Group, underground secret chamber.

"Big Brother."

Guards were posted every five steps and sentries every ten, making the security extremely tight.

Chen Jiajun nodded while walking inside.

Bai Lu, the White Queen in a white dress, walked out of the secret chamber: "He Guorong has undergone extensive willpower training, so full control has a low success rate, but we can modify his memory to increase his loyalty to you to ninety."

"Let's gamble on it. First, have someone beat him up to break his willpower." Chen Jiajun issued the order.

"Yes." Bai Lu responded and walked into the secret chamber.

"Dalao Jun is here, isn't he?" Even while in a "thieves' den," He Guorong's speech remained unhurried.

Bai Lu did not respond, but looked at the few young demon slaves beside her and signaled: "Apply torture."

A young demon slave stepped forward, grabbed He Guorong's hand, and used both hands to violently press down on He Guorong's thumbnail, quickly withdrawing both hands immediately after.

A ferocious look appeared on He Guorong's face, his veins bulging: "Is that all? What do you want to know?"

"Mr. He, please rest assured, we are all professionally trained. In the next six or seven hours, we guarantee you will enjoy the ultimate torture; this is just the beginning."

Bai Lu said to He Guorong with a smile, then said to the brothers: "Remember, when applying torture, make sure not to let Mr. He die."

He Guorong gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, revealing an expression of extreme enjoyment.

As a top-tier Agent, He Guorong had once carried out many missions in East Germany, and receiving willpower training was a necessary course for agents.

"I hope you enjoy it slowly." Bai Lu smiled and waved her hand.

Four young demon slaves lifted He Guorong onto the operating table, tied him up tightly, pried open He Guorong's mouth, and placed a rubber rod in it to prevent He Guorong from biting off his own tongue while being tortured.

Two young demon slaves put on white coats, took scalpels, and slowly pierced them into He Guorong's left and right ankles—*slash*.

He Guorong immediately began to tremble violently.

"These ants are Bullet Ants we imported from the Amazon. On the Schmidt Pain Index, they rank first."

"It is said that the coming-of-age ceremony for Amazon tribes involves being bitten by them a few times, and one must endure for ten minutes without crying to be considered a true warrior..."

"Big Sir, please enjoy slowly."

Bailu brought over a jar of ants and waved it in front of He Guorong.

Only then did a look of terror appear in He Guorong's eyes, and he shook his head frantically.

The young demon slaves used tools to pry open the wound on He Guorong's ankle and sprinkled a handful of sugar into it; the bullet ants followed the scent of the sugar and rushed over, gnawing at the flesh inside He Guorong's wound.

"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!!!"

He Guorong's eyes widened, the intensity of his trembling grew, and even the muscles all over his body were twitching violently.

Bailu grabbed a handful of sugar and slowly sprinkled it over He Guorong's body, "Big Sir, you mustn't let us down; we still have a long night ahead of us."

More bullet ants were poured onto the operating table; tens of thousands of bullet ants were gnawing at He Guorong's flesh simultaneously, and the more violently He Guorong trembled, the more excited the bullet ants became as they bit.

Until He Guorong could no longer make a sound, leaving only violent trembling.

"Let him rest for five minutes, inject him with adrenaline, and then feed him half a Senzu Bean."

The Senzu Bean was something Chen Jiajun had exchanged from the Dragon Ball world where Yaqiluobei resided; this life-saving Artifact was actually not expensive.

Bailu waved her hand, and after the Senzu Bean was fed to him, He Guorong finally had a moment to catch his breath; he was drenched in sweat, yet the very next moment, he saw a sight that terrified him: the wounds all over his body were actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this?" This simply exceeded He Guorong's comprehension.

"You don't need to know; in short, it can quickly heal your wounds. You are truly blessed. After you have rested, we will continue slowly; we will try every torture method from ancient and modern times, both Eastern and Western, several times over to ensure you remember it vividly."

Bailu said with a coquettish laugh.

About five minutes later, Bailu clapped her hands and said, "Big Sir, are you rested?"

"You are devils, you are not human!" He Guorong screamed at the top of his lungs.

Two young demon slaves, without a word, used wire to bind He Guorong's two thumbs together, attached a rope, and pressed an electric switch; the rope slowly pulled upward, and eventually, the entire weight of He Guorong's body rested on his two thumbs.

That was not the end of it; the young demon slaves brought an entire bag of bullet ants and placed it over He Guorong's face.

Chen Jiajun shuddered; it was too cruel.

Can this still be considered human?

Torturing someone like this is truly beastly.

As a great philanthropist, Chen Jiajun could not bear to watch this, so he decisively stood up and left the secret chamber.

Meanwhile, inside the Interrogation Room, Director of Political Department He Guorong was still screaming incessantly, and Bailu had the young demon slaves continue using torture methods, such as steel wool, rope stretching, the "beautiful dance," and the "airplane hanging bomb"...

In short, when it came to torture, Bailu further exercised her imagination, constantly creating new variations.

Physical torture could still be recovered from, but the mental devastation was accumulating step by step.

Willpower is dismantled step by step in exactly this way.

Arriving at the Chairman's office, the skilled antique masters in Kowloon Walled City had already dismantled the mechanism of the Dragon Head Staff and retrieved the secret agreement sealed inside it.

Chen Jiajun spread out the cloth agreement and read it from beginning to end, word for word; besides the content He Guorong had mentioned, there were also clauses regarding the transport of slave labor to England and so on.

"Bastard."

After reading it, Chen Jiajun took a deep breath and immediately had the antique masters forge an agreement and forge a Dragon Head Staff, then sealed the real Dragon Head Staff along with the agreement, wrote a report, and summoned Lao Yu: "Return to the country immediately and deliver these items to One-Word Shoulder-to-Shoulder King Gu Yuanshuai."

Lao Yu took the Dragon Head Staff and the agreement and disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)