Chapter 252: Calling to Account

The location for the negotiation was a restaurant.

After Cheng Zhiming, wrapped up tightly, walked into the private room with his men, the first person he saw was Da Fei.

Da Fei was wearing sunglasses and looking arrogant, which made Cheng Zhiming furious.

"You're here, sit," Da Fei said to Cheng Zhiming indifferently.

Cheng Zhiming suppressed his anger and said to Da Fei, "I wonder what advice Brother Da Fei has for me today?"

"Advice?" Da Fei said coldly. "Originally, I came today to negotiate with you lot from Sun Yee On. Unfortunately, your big boss Si Yanlong said that you should clean up the mess you made yourself, so I'm here to ask you for an explanation."

"Many triads in Hong Kong make money in the entertainment industry, but you are the first one to be so unscrupulous. Who the hell allowed you to use Firearm when doing business?"

Cheng Zhiming sneered and said, "So Brother Da Fei is looking for an excuse to make a scene. Who said that those in the underworld aren't allowed to use Firearm?"

Da Fei said coldly, "I'm talking about the rules of the entertainment industry."

"You Hung Hing are too overbearing, aren't you? Anyone can work in the entertainment industry; how come I've never heard of this rule?" Cheng Zhiming said unceremoniously.

"If I say there is, then there damn well is." Da Fei slapped the table, stood up, and cursed loudly: "Cheng, if you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about walking out of here."

As he spoke, Da Fei's Hung Hing boys each took out their weapons and glared at Cheng Zhiming and his men.

A look of madness appeared on Cheng Zhiming's face: "Do you think I'm afraid of you Hung Hing? Let me tell you, not only am I going to make money in the entertainment industry, but I don't intend to follow your bullshit rules either."

After finishing, Cheng Zhiming directly opened his clothes, revealing the Bomb Vest underneath.

Seeing this scene, both Da Fei and his Hung Hing boys froze.

Seeing that he had bluffed Da Fei and the others, the expression on Cheng Zhiming's face became even more rampant: "Da Fei, didn't you say you wouldn't let me leave this room today? Why don't you try it?"

Da Fei's face suddenly became exceptionally gloomy. He stared fixedly at this madman Cheng Zhiming and slowly spat out a few words: "You are courting death."

Cheng Zhiming looked indifferent: "If I die, I'll drag you down with me. Damn you! Scared?"

"Then let's wait and see." Da Fei didn't want to waste any more breath on this lunatic, so he stood up and left with his underlings.

Cheng Zhiming boasted to his men triumphantly: "Hung Hing? They're just like that."

Seeing their boss show off his power and scare away Hung Hing's Da Fei, Cheng Zhiming's underlings immediately began to brag wildly.

"Go out and spread the word; I've definitely made Hung Hing lose face this time," Cheng Zhiming said coldly. "Also, I'm going to set up my own flag and start my own business."

Si Yanlong's hands-off approach made Cheng Zhiming feel a bit cold.

The underlings were excited and immediately went out to spread the news.

That night, the entire Hong Kong underworld was in an uproar.

Hung Hing, Zhongyi Hall.

Da Fei told everyone in the triad about what happened today.

"Damn, that bastard Si Yanlong is really a piece of trash; he can't even manage his own men."

"Da Fei, why didn't you just finish him off?"

Da Fei said speechlessly: "Damn! That bastard had a Bomb Vest strapped to him; he's a lunatic, but I'm not."

"If this matter isn't handled well, our Hung Hing will lose face this time," Shisimei said, frowning.

Han Bin also added: "This matter must be resolved as soon as possible, and the speed must be fast."

"Da Fei, let us know if you need to borrow troops," Taizi also said.

Da Fei was the one who lost face, so naturally, he needed to get it back himself; there was no question about that.

At this moment, the silent Lao Yu spoke up: "This matter was personally entrusted by the Boss, so it's not Da Fei's fault. I will handle this Cheng Zhiming myself."

Shanjie nodded and said to Lao Yu: "Then do you need me to go and gather the brothers outside?"

Lao Yu pondered for a moment and said: "This lunatic's brain isn't quite right; we just need to find out where this guy is."

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Last night, many people didn't sleep at all.

Especially the new Sun Yee On boss, Axe Jun, who was having a terrible time.

He had heard of this lunatic Cheng Zhiming, but he hadn't paid much attention to him.

After all, he was just a small-time thug; how much trouble could he cause?

At most, he would be killed by Hung Hing and end up dead on the street.

At that time, just find someone to collect the body, and Sun Yee On would have fulfilled its duty.

After all, since the big boss Si Yanlong died, Sun Yee On's strength was not what it used to be.

His own predecessor was killed by Chen Jiajun, and Sun Yee On couldn't afford to provoke Hung Hing now.

But he didn't expect that news would soon come that the lunatic Cheng Zhiming had scared off Da Fei with a bomb strapped to his body.

Not only that, but this guy also leaked the news and intended to start his own business.

This series of actions made Axe Jun quite miserable.

If he wanted to manage it, with Sun Yee On's current strength, what could he use to control a lunatic like Cheng Zhiming?

If he didn't manage it, what if Hung Hing thought Sun Yee On was also involved in this?

Moreover, Cheng Zhiming's declaration to start his own business was a slap in the face to Sun Yee On, and to him, the new leader of Sun Yee On.

Axe Jun smoked all night, preparing that if Hung Hing came to hold him accountable, he would personally take his men to kill the lunatic Cheng Zhiming.

Just as Axe Jun made up his mind, a subordinate suddenly knocked on his office door in a hurry.

"Boss... Boss, it's not good, look at the TV." The subordinate ran in, panting, and said to Axe Jun.

Axe Jun said impatiently: "If you have something to say, say it, hurry up."

The subordinate caught his breath and said to Axe Jun: "That bastard Cheng Zhiming... is dead."

"Dead is dead... What? Dead?" Axe Jun was stunned on the spot.

Then he immediately turned on the office TV, which happened to be playing the noon news.

"At about 8:00 this morning, a murder case was discovered in Kwan Tong District... The deceased is named Cheng Zhiming, a triad member. The possibility of a vendetta between triads cannot be ruled out. The police are currently investigating with full force..."

Seeing the news on the television, Chen Jiajun suddenly felt a chill.

Because in the footage, Cheng Zhiming was holding a gun and wearing a bomb vest.

But his chest had already been slashed open by someone, and fresh blood was splattered all over the ground.

That bastard Cheng Zhiming was a student of the New Kee's chief instructor, the Thai Boxing king Su Long; his personal strength went without saying, and he had even earned the title of "Hong Kong Knee King."

With his Thai Boxing skills, he rarely had an opponent in the entire Hong Kong.

Yet, a guy who was fully armed and wearing a bomb vest had been slashed to death in one stroke.

Even Chen Jiajun, a Double Flower Red Pole, had never heard of such ability.

Many people wanted to kill Cheng Zhiming, but only Hong Hing had the strength to pull off such a feat.

This meant that when Hong Hing dealt with Si Yanlong and him back then, they hadn't even used their full strength.

At the very least, this blade-wielder hadn't made a move; otherwise, even he would have been hard-pressed to escape death.

A subordinate tentatively asked: "It's being rumored outside that it was someone from Hong Hing who slashed Cheng Zhiming to death. Should we respond? After all, that bastard was clamoring about setting up his own shop before."

Chen Jiajun thought for a moment, waved his hand, and said: "No need, don't get involved."

The subordinate nodded, then turned and left.

Chen Jiajun leaned back in his Boss chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

The death of that mad dog Cheng Zhiming also meant that this matter had come to an end.

The turmoil in the Hong Kong entertainment industry had also stabilized with the conclusion of the affair.

Many stars who had been living in fear could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

And Hong Jingbao, as the president of the Artists Association, held an unprecedentedly high status in the underworld.

Those gangs that had been raking in money from the entertainment industry had also restrained themselves significantly; even if there were any conflicts, they would give Hong Jingbao face if the Artists Association stepped in to mediate.

After all, everyone knew that behind Hong Jingbao, the president of the Artists Association, stood a great Bodhisattva named Chen Jiajun.

Without those foul and chaotic matters, the Hong Kong entertainment industry became even more prosperous.

But Chen Jiajun himself didn't care about such trifles; what he had to face now were the debt collectors who had come knocking.

Those greedy CIA agents.

The mysterious suicide of the Navy Anti-Drug Unit's Vincent in Hong Kong had long since caught the attention of the CIA.

After all, Vincent was their spokesperson, and this was equivalent to a slap in their faces.

Although they suspected that Chen Jiajun had done it, they had never found any evidence.

Therefore, the CIA had never troubled Chen Jiajun; they had even helped him out with the Brunei affair, all because they wanted the possibility of negotiating further cooperation.

The person who came to discuss matters this time was not a Gweilo, but a young man named Da Wei.

Unlike the previous Gweilo, Da Wei was Ahong Konger.

His old man was a big shot in Ahong Kong triad, the once very prominent Mangchao.

After Mangchao died, Da Wei followed his mother to the United States and had only recently returned.

Chen Jiajun hadn't expected that this kid had actually infiltrated the CIA and become a broker.

"A Wei, right?" Chen Jiajun said, puffing on a cigar while looking at the refined young man before him.

A Wei smiled and said: "Sir Chen, you can call me whatever you like."

A Wei kept his attitude very humble, but Chen Jiajun knew that this kid was definitely not as simple as he looked.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "Are you visiting me privately this time, or are you representing someone?"

A Wei hadn't expected Chen Jiajun to be so direct, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "Regarding the Brunei affair, the Gweilos from the United States did quite a lot; I knew they would come to collect their debts from me.

I just didn't expect them to find another spokesperson this time. I hope you can last a bit longer than that Vincent."

Hearing this, A Wei withdrew the humble smile from his face and said to Chen Jiajun: "So Sir Chen knew my intentions all along."

Chen Jiajun curled his lip and said: "Cut the crap, what advice do you have?"

A Wei simply gave up the pretense, sat down directly, and said to Chen Jiajun: "Our Boss wants to know how Vincent died."

Chen Jiajun immediately said with an angry look: "I should be the one asking you that.

That idiot promised it was foolproof, but I never expected him to be raided by the Hong Kong Police. I suffered heavy losses, and you have the nerve to come and ask me? Did that scum Vincent run off with the money?"

Chen Jiajun felt no psychological burden whatsoever when it came to shifting the blame.

Hearing this, Da Wei sighed; it was clear that getting any information out of Chen Jiajun was impossible.

Da Wei rubbed his head and said: "Fine, Vincent was just a small fry; his life or death isn't important."

"Oh? Then what is important?" Chen Jiajun looked at Da Wei with some amusement.

Da Wei stared at Chen Jiajun and said: "What's important is whether Sir Chen still recognizes the cooperation between us."

In this situation, the CIA side had clearly anticipated this long ago.

However, they had no good way to deal with Chen Jiajun, and what was important now was to restart the Hong Kong channel.

One had to know that a large portion of the CIA's annual operating funds were raised by themselves.

Therefore, the channel was far more important than an expendable Vincent.

Chen Jiajun looked at Da Wei and sneered: "You're still thinking about the Hong Kong channel? Last time the Ice Queen was raided by the police in Asia, the Hong Kong Police had already set their sights on you, and even I was implicated."

"If you still want to distribute goods using the old methods, I reckon your nest will be raided by the Hong Kong Police before the goods even arrive."

A flash of sharpness crossed Da Wei's eyes as he said: "Is Sir Chen planning to take the benefits and then refuse to acknowledge the deal? Aren't you afraid that your business might encounter some accidents?"

Chen Jiajun chuckled: "Kid, are you threatening me?"

Da Wei's expression didn't change: "I certainly didn't mean that, but Sir Chen's actions are a bit unkind."

Chen Jiajun was amused to the point of laughter: "You're useless yourselves and you blame it on me? If that's the case, let's just call it quits."

Da Wei suddenly said cunningly: "So that means Sir Chen still acknowledges the agreement between us, right?"

Chen Jiajun was stunned for a moment when he saw this guy suddenly change his expression.

He had not expected that he would actually be played by this young man.

This Da Wei had not come to demand an explanation at all, but to confirm whether Chen Jiajun's previous verbal agreement was still valid, intending to renegotiate the cooperation.

(End of this chapter)