Chapter 22: Wantonly Sweeping the Field

Han Bin was shocked when he heard this news.

Heishui Qiang was a very famous big-time operator in the underworld; how could he just die like that?

Xiyan explained, "I don't know the specific situation, but Heishui Qiang and all his men were wiped out. Also, there was a shootout in the Walled City this evening, and four people died; it should be Lanzai Jun and his group. I'm currently having people gather information."

"Alright, stay safe."

After Han Bin hung up the phone, Shisimei hurriedly asked, "What's the situation?"

Han Bin seemed not to have recovered from the immense shock yet; he drank the beer in his glass in one gulp and repeated what was said on the phone to her.

The matter had suddenly become complicated.

After the two told Dumu and Lao E about the matter, they waited for a reply at the Nightclub together, yet until one o'clock in the morning, there was no news of Chen Jiajun's corpse.

It wasn't until one-thirty in the morning that the two got into a Mercedes-Benz and left Causeway Bay.

They never discovered that in a Mercedes-Benz sedan parked opposite for a long time, three men were sitting.

Chen Jiajun stretched his back and loosened his muscles and bones.

Lighting a Cigar, he said to the Hell knights in the car, "You guys go down and work with Dumu. Remember to remind Brother Dumu not to make too much noise; just capture Dapu Hei. Otherwise, I won't pay more for extra work."

"Yes!"

The two immediately got out of the car and walked into the Nightclub.

Not long after, a large group of imp slaves, led by Dumu and Lao E, stepped out of the Nightclub one after another, holding clubs, axes, Machetes, and other items.

The killing intent soared, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Dumu let out a roar, and everyone piled into vans, driving toward Dapu Hei's territory with many twists and turns.

In a corner, a Causeway Bay Majai saw this and immediately ran toward Dalao B's turf.

Just as he ran into the alley, footsteps suddenly sounded.

In the darkness, Chen Jiajun suddenly flashed out, appearing less than a meter away from him, holding a Machete in his hand.

"Lanzai Jun? You're not dead?"

Seeing this face, the Majai's expression changed drastically.

"In such a hurry to go where? I see you've been squatting here all day." Chen Jiajun's fingers lightly scraped the blade.

"No, nothing, B Ge told me to keep watch here to prevent Brother Dumu and the others from acting impulsively. Since you're not dead, that's even better!"

Cold sweat poured down the Majai's face, because he was one of the few who knew the inside story of this matter.

"Oh, so that's how it is. Let's go, we'll go see B Ge together and give him a surprise." A warm smile appeared on Chen Jiajun's face.

He put away the Machete, walked up with a smile, and pretended to be completely defenseless.

That Majai also breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed.

And at the very moment the two got close, Chen Jiajun suddenly erupted and covered his mouth.

"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath, slowly relax..."

As Chen Jiajun said this, he took a Handgun out of his Personal Space and finished him off with one shot!

"Ugh!"

That Majai struggled violently twice, his eyes widened, dying with deep resentment!

Chen Jiajun grabbed his corpse, and with a thought, transferred it into his Personal Space.

Following that, Chen Jiajun returned to the car, put on a mask and a duckbill cap, started the car, and said viciously:

"Dalao B, you really had a hand in this!"

"Hehe, I'll send you a surprise tomorrow!"

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and most nightclubs were nearing closing time; this was also the time when a person's willpower was at its weakest.

Wo Shing, Dapu Hei's turf.

"Boss, this is tonight's cash, you count it."

A Majai walked into the room and took out a stack of money to hand to Dapu Hei.

Dapu Hei counted the cash once, then took out a small stack and handed it to his underling: "You go back to sleep first."

The Majai nodded and happily accepted it.

After sending the Majai away, Dapu Hei took out his mobile phone and dialed the Pager paging station again to find the hitmen he had sent out: "Tell them, there's something going on at home."

Putting down the mobile phone, Dapu Hei felt flustered for some reason.

Damn it!

I must extort a sum from Dalao B later.

Fuck his mother!

Getting up, after putting the cash into the safe, Dapu Hei rubbed his muscles and bones and shouted: "Dongguan Zai, where the hell did you go?"

"Boss, it seems you sent him out to pick up goods." A Wo Shing Majai immediately replied.

"Damn!"

Dapu Hei spat out a puff of smoke and cursed under his breath.

Just at this moment.

"Ring-a-ling!"

The mobile phone's ringtone sounded; the urgent sound was so ear-piercing.

Hennessy Road.

"Screech!"

A line of vans braked sharply and stopped in front of a watch shop.

The doors were quickly pulled open by several imp slaves, and immediately, over two hundred imp slaves holding clubs, axes, and Machetes jumped out of the cars; the person leading them was none other than Dumu!

Dumu gave a few instructions to several imp slaves, and the imp slaves moved swiftly, immediately splitting into two groups and charging toward the territory of the Wo Luen Shing.

Along the way, the brothers one after another brandished the weapons in their hands; machetes gleamed, and axes looked menacing.

The imp slaves were directly incited to their masculine instincts, pouncing like vicious wolves into the various establishments on Hennessy Road, smashing every door they saw and beating every person they encountered.

The hoodlums of the Wo Luen Shing had never seen so many burly and ferocious men.

"Hey, this is the territory of the Wo Luen Shing, who are you people daring to come here and cause trouble?" one who was bold enough took out a machete and shouted a curse.

"FUKYOU!"

Dumu picked up an axe and directly hacked the machete out of his hand, closed in, and kicked him flying with one strike: "Slaves, let loose and fight!"

"For Hell!"

"Cough, cough, for the Master!"

"For the Big Brother!"

The imp slaves howled, the fresh blood further stimulating the beastly nature in their hearts.

In the blink of an eye, all the underlings guarding the venues were cut down, and the signs of every entertainment establishment were smashed to pieces.

A sharp-witted Wo Luen Shing bigwig immediately called Dapu Hei to ask for help.

After this group of imp slaves arrived in Hong Kong, except for a few who participated in the battle at the Hawaii Bathhouse, the rest had all been ordered by Big Brother not to act recklessly outside.

Imps are born bloodthirsty and cruel by nature.

But they had to obey Big Brother's words.

At this moment, they had been holding back for nearly half a month.

The murderous aura of half a month was now being released all at once; the scene and the imagery were simply earth-shattering.

"Damn you all!"

"Who is it! Daring to cause trouble on our Wo Luen Shing territory!"

From the street came a low, resonant roar.

A newly promoted Red Pole of the Wo Luen Shing—Dazhi Fei—heard the shouting and hurriedly led the Wo Luen Shing blade-wielders to kill their way over.

"Charge! Cut these bastards to death for me!"

"Charge!"

The words had just fallen.

Only a loud "Bang" was heard.

A flower pot was smashed down from the air, hitting Dazhi Fei right on the head; Dazhi Fei let out a wail and collapsed directly into a pool of blood.

Dumu jumped down from the second floor.

"BOOM!"

A loud bang!

As soon as he stood steady, he immediately sprinted through the crowd, his axe swinging continuously.

In the blink of an eye, he had killed his way to Dazhi Fei and stepped directly onto his throat.

(End of this chapter)