Chapter 23: HELL ON EARTH!

"From now on, Hennessy Road is our territory!"

"Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell away from me!"

After speaking, Dumu raised his foot and stomped down fiercely!

"Roar!!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

More than two hundred young demon slaves let out terrifying, hoarse roars, continuously slaughtering the Majai of Wo Ling Sheng.

The scene was completely one-sided; Wo Ling Sheng Majai were constantly fleeing in all directions, howling like ghosts and wolves. Anyone would be panicked by this scene.

This scene was exactly like Hell on earth!

……

"Ring-a-ling!"

The ringtone of the brick phone sounded.

Dapu Hei did not look at the brick phone, but instead looked toward the sofa, startled: "Who are you? How did you get in?"

Because a burly man with a ferocious expression was sitting on the sofa, holding a blade in his hand:

"What does that have to do with you!"

Outside the window, the sounds of killing were constant. Dapu Hei ran to the windowsill and looked down, only to see countless burly men swarming into all of Wo Ling Sheng's establishments!

Turning his head, Dapu Hei revealed a look of horror. He widened his eyes, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart: "This..."

"What does this mean?"

"You still don't understand?"

Lao E stood up and gave a ferocious grin.

"Damn it! Hack him to death for me!"

Just at this moment, several Majai rushed into the room. Seeing this, they immediately drew their Machetes. Lao E did not retreat but instead met them head-on, his figure moving like a ghost.

"Swish!"

He swung his blade several times in succession, each strike wide and powerful. How could these underlings withstand such immense force? He hacked several Majai down, taking off quite a few limbs in the process. In the blink of an eye, the Majai were already lying in a pool of blood.

Taking advantage of the moment Lao E was busy, Dapu Hei took a Handgun from the drawer and aimed it at Lao E.

Lao E was not the least bit panicked; he casually flicked the blade in his hand, directly knocking the Handgun out of Dapu Hei's hand.

Dapu Hei's heart sank violently, and his arm went numb.

However, he was a veteran of the underworld after all, so he simply sat back on his seat generously: "You win."

"Handsome, tell me if there is anything you want. Money, women, as long as you let me go, I will give you whatever you want!"

"I don't want anything, I only want your life," Lao E laughed.

Just at this moment, Dapu Hei suddenly exploded into action, pulling a Machete from under the table and lunging directly at Lao E: "Fuck your mother!"

As a boss-level figure, as a man who grew up in blood and rain, how could he sit and wait for death!

However, the wish was beautiful!

The reality was cruel.

"Puff!"

Once, just a single strike.

Lao E didn't even lift his eyelids; he raised his hand and threw a punch, breaking Dapu Hei's arm as easily as snapping a cucumber.

Outside the door, a group of young demon slaves had just happened to kill their way up.

Dapu Hei was in such pain he nearly fainted; his pupils contracted, and he collapsed to the floor.

Just at this moment.

"Big Brother!"

Scattered shouts suddenly rang out from downstairs, eventually converging into waves of calls:

"Big Brother!!!"

Walking upstairs, Chen Jiajun took off his mask and baseball cap, his gaze fixed on Dapu Hei.

"You actually didn't die! You were acting?" Dapu Hei only just realized it now, gritting his teeth as he spat out these words, cold sweat pouring down his head, the floor covered in scarlet.

Chen Jiajun sat down in the Boss's chair, fished a Cigar out of his pocket and lit it, looking at Dapu Hei with indifferent eyes, radiating killing intent as he said: "Don't be childish. With just your four gunmen, how could you possibly take me out?"

"I was just cooperating with you and Dalao B to put on a show."

"You knew your Big Brother was involved too?" Dapu Hei suddenly laughed, a miserable laugh.

Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of Cigar smoke and nodded: "Time's up, it's time to send you on your way."

"No! Brother Jun, this is your business with Dalao B, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Don't kill me!"

Dapu Hei begged, drenched in sweat and full of fear.

He was terrified!

Facing this young man who was old enough to be his son, he didn't even hesitate to call him Brother Jun.

He never imagined that he would actually fall into the hands of Chen Jiajun.

"Brother Jun, I have money! I have a lot of money, it's all in the safe!"

"As long as you spare my life, I'll give it all to you! From today on, I'll withdraw from Causeway Bay!"

Seeing that Chen Jiajun was not moved in the slightest, Dapu Hei struggled to kneel on the ground and continued to beg bitterly.

"If I kill you, the money is mine anyway."

As the words fell, Chen Jiajun gave Lao E a look.

"Puff!"

With a single punch, Dapu Hei's head was like a watermelon...

Chen Jiajun immediately instructed his subordinates: "Have the brothers clear the scene immediately, bring all the corpses over, I will toss them into my Personal Space!"

"As for those who are injured, spare their lives."

"Call Shisimei and have her send people to handle the aftermath! Remember, don't say you've seen me!"

Causeway Bay is not Kowloon Walled City.

And it is not the sixties or seventies anymore; if Chen Jiajun doesn't handle the scene well tonight, it will be very troublesome.

After finishing everything, he instructed Dumu to stay behind and guard the newly conquered territory, then ordered Lao E to immediately take people back to the Nightclub to continue guarding the home base.

As for Chen Jiajun, he put on a mask and a peaked cap, and quietly left Hennessy Road.

In this battle against Dapu Hei of Wo Shing, Chen Jiajun could be said to have won a complete victory; not a single person on his side died, and not even anyone was injured.

After finding a safe place to stay, Chen Jiajun began to take stock of his gains.

A Desert Eagle Handgun!

This thing is actually quite good for scaring ordinary people, but it can't scare experts who play with guns.

Next were bundles of cash.

There was about four or five million in cash, which was not as big a haul as killing Heishui Qiang, but this was normal; after all, Heishui Qiang's money came from illegitimate sources and could only be kept on his person in cash.

Five minutes after Chen Jiajun left.

A dozen police cars arrived, and arriving at the same time were Shisimei, Han Bin, and the Hongxing White Paper Fan, Jiang Tiansheng's right-hand man, the society's White Paper Fan Chen Yao!

In fact, it was no coincidence that both sides arrived at the same time.

After Dumu finished notifying Shisimei, Shisimei immediately called to wake up Chen Yao, and Chen Yao also immediately mobilized Hongxing's connections.

As soon as Chen Yao got out of the car, he didn't even have time to greet the others, and hurriedly squeezed into the crowd to deal with the Superintendent leading the team.

Shisimei found Dumu: "Where is B Ge?"

"I don't know. Big Brother gave orders that only you can be trusted in Hongxing, so only you were notified," Dumu replied in a deep voice.

"Bastard! Even dead, he doesn't let people have peace of mind!"

This sentence made Shisimei break down again.

Han Bin asked: "How did you suddenly get into a fight with the people from Wo Shing?"

"Dapu Hei of Wo Shing had a hand in plotting against Big Brother," Dumu replied again.

Han Bin looked around: "Where are Dapu Hei and his people?"

Dumu said indifferently: "Dead."

Hung Hing Headquarters, an emergency Dragon Head meeting was convened.

This place is located between Causeway Bay and North Point on Hong Kong Island; logically speaking, Hongxing is not short of money, and the headquarters could completely be set up in a grand high-rise building in Central.

But in fact, the current Hung Hing Headquarters is in a very vintage Tang Lau.

In the conference room, the statue of Guan Erye faces south from the north, facing a long table that can seat a dozen or twenty people.

By the time Dalao B arrived at Hung Hing Headquarters, Zhongyi Hall was already packed, and everyone had already finished chatting.

As soon as they saw Dalao B, every Zha FIT Ren restrained their smiles and looked at him with solemn expressions.

"Why are you all looking at me? Do I have flowers growing on my face?" Dalao B pointed at himself strangely, and as he spoke, he even touched his own face.

Ji Ge was just about to say a few words to Dalao B.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Mr. Jiang!"

Greetings came from outside to inside.

The Hongxing Dragon Head Jiang Tiansheng arrived with the White Paper Fan Chen Yao, and several bodyguards walked in unhurriedly; all the Zha FIT Ren also straightened their posture and sat upright.

Except for a certain Jing Kun, who was wearing a yellow suit and acting slovenly.

(End of this chapter)