Chapter 271: Cooking Oil on a Raging Fire

A burly man from Xiong Ju's team walked out, twisting his fists and grinning hideously as he said, "Come out and meet your death."

Chen Jiajun smiled, then signaled for one of his Hell Knights to step forward.

This was naturally also a burly man with a rugged build, and he was silent and reticent.

Facing the Gweilo brute before him, he stood in front of his opponent without saying a word and said indifferently, "Make your move, stop the nonsense."

The brute was instantly enraged and smashed a fist toward the Hell Knight's cheek.

The fist whistled with the sound of breaking air; one look and it was clear it was in no way inferior to a professional boxer's.

If an ordinary person were to take a hit like that, they would likely fall to the ground on the spot.

But the Hell Knight was too lazy to even move, letting the opponent's fist land on his cheek.

He didn't even sway.

"Still calling yourself a higher life form? Is this it?" the Hell Knight said with disdain, then backhanded a punch into the other man's lower abdomen.

Although these Enhanced Humans had their pain nerves burned away, their bodily instincts still existed.

The Hell Knight's punch nearly shattered the man's internal organs, and then he watched as the Gweilo brute's eyes rolled back and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Trash." The Hell Knight brushed off non-existent dust and turned to retreat behind Chen Jiajun.

This scene left Xiong Ju and the others completely stunned.

They knew Chen Jiajun had wiped out two of their squads, but they didn't know his subordinates were this formidable.

The Gweilo brute's strength was among the best in the entire team; he could lift a Vehicle-mounted Machine Gun by himself without effort, yet he was knocked down by a single punch from one of Chen Jiajun's subordinates?

Chen Jiajun looked at Xiong Ju with a mocking expression and said, "Higher life forms, who are you sending up for the next round?"

Xiong Ju's expression was extremely ugly; nothing was more humiliating to him than being slapped in the face in public.

Watching Chen Jiajun's subordinates laughing strangely, he spoke directly to a young man beside him: "You go."

The young man was named Ya Ge Bu, another Deputy Captain of Xiong Ju's, and one look at this guy told you he was the agile type.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "For this round, Old Yu, you go play with her."

Old Yu laughed, "No problem, Boss."

While Old Yu was still talking to Chen Jiajun, this Ya Ge Bu rushed up.

This guy had a sleeve sword hidden in his hand, stabbing directly at Old Yu's eyes.

The movement was so fast that no one else had even reacted.

But as Old Yu, how could he possibly be ambushed by this kind of trash?

He unhurriedly snatched a Machete from one of his underlings and then swung it with even greater speed.

The two could be said to have crossed paths in the blink of an eye.

Then Ya Ge Bu seemed to have lost all the strength in his body and knelt directly on the ground.

When experts in blades fight, the outcome is often decided in a single instant.

Old Yu shook the bloodstains off the Machete and said coldly to Xiong Ju, "Who's next?"

Xiong Ju was not blind; he could see just how formidable the man before him was.

Never mind his subordinates, even if he went up himself, he would likely be finished off by Old Yu in an instant.

This was a fact that Xiong Ju, who prided himself on being a higher life form, simply could not accept.

Gritting his teeth, he pressed a remote control in his hand.

Then, a flash of light appeared on the bodies of several of his subordinates nearby.

"This guy is truly insane." Seeing this, even Xu Xi couldn't help but step back twice.

Xiong Ju, this madman, had actually installed bombs on his own men.

This kind of inhumane practice was no different from those terrorists.

"Hold them off."

After Xiong Ju gave the order to his subordinates, he turned and intended to flee.

Unfortunately, facing such a threat, Chen Jiajun still showed no fear, sneering as he said, "What? Can't win, so you're planning to play dirty? Then don't blame me for being impolite."

"Bai Lu, it's up to you." Chen Jiajun said indifferently.

Then they saw Bai Lu walk out, facing the two "human bombs" rushing toward her in a frenzy.

She brought her hands together and clapped toward the two of them.

An invisible shockwave swept out with Bai Lu at its center.

Then, in the astonished eyes of everyone, Xiong Ju's two subordinates who had bombs implanted in them suddenly collapsed.

The bombs, which had been constantly emitting warning sounds inside their bodies, were actually extinguished directly by that slap from Bai Lu.

As for the fleeing Xiong Ju, he could no longer care about what was happening behind him, because Chen Jiajun's formidable subordinates had brought a massive shock to his worldview; he now had only one thought, which was to run.

Run as far as possible.

Unfortunately, since Chen Jiajun had already made his move, he would not let Xiong Ju return alive.

Who knew what kind of things this madman would do later?

So Xu Xi was absolutely right; today was the death day for these members of the Unit.

Before Xiong Ju had run very far, a violent gunshot rang out.

Then, Xiong Ju's entire body seemed as if it had been bitten by some invisible monster, and half of his chest simply vanished.

That is the outcome of using a large-caliber sniper Bujiang to hit a person.

The powerful kinetic energy would directly tear a human body to shreds, even if this person was an Enhanced Human who had undergone modification.

The sniper squad of the Hell Knight clan led by Ya Qi had long since controlled the surrounding high ground; as long as Chen Jiajun didn't give the order, not even a mosquito could get out.

Chen Jiajun watched this scene with a calm expression, as if everything were only natural.

But to an outsider, Chen Jiajun was a bit too calm.

Xu Xi looked at the Unit in front of him that had been wiped out in disbelief, and for a moment, he felt a sense of unreality.

After all, this Unit was an elite force that England, that once-colossal power, had built up with countless sums of money.

Now, it had actually been wiped out just like that at the hands of Chen Jiajun.

"In consideration of the fact that you didn't play games with me, I can let you take your little apprentice and leave Hong Kong," Chen Jiajun warned Xu Xi. "However, if that little apprentice of yours dares to engage in any more illicit activities in the future, I will slaughter both you and that little apprentice of yours."

Xu Xi immediately felt a Cold War shiver and hurriedly said, "Mr. Chen, I will take Ruolan and leave Hong Kong immediately."

"Very good." Chen Jiajun turned his head and ignored Xu Xi, instead saying to Lao Yu, "Cut off that madman's head, and then make it a gift and send it to Baron He Wei's residence for me."

"Understood, Boss." Lao Yu grinned, then walked toward Xiong Ju's corpse.

Late at night, Baron He Wei's residence.

As a legitimate Baron of England and a high-level figure on Chen Ning Street.

The Zhuangyuan before them was a gift presented to He Wei by the Governor.

Around twelve o'clock, the gatekeeper of the Zhuangyuan was just preparing to sleep when a burst of doorbell ringing woke him up.

The gatekeeper walked out impatiently and roared, "It's so late, who is it?"

"SF Express, I have something to deliver to Baron He Wei." A man wearing a duckbill cap presented a gorgeous gift box to the gatekeeper.

"Delivering express at such a late hour?" The gatekeeper grumbled as he took the box, but just as he was about to ask a few questions, he discovered that the person who delivered the item had already disappeared.

"This... don't tell me I've seen a ghost." The gatekeeper was given a fright.

The gatekeeper shivered in fear, but he saw that there was still writing left on the gift box.

He had no choice but to take the gift box into the Zhuangyuan and hand it over to He Wei's bodyguard.

He Wei was, to some extent, a big shot, and he placed great importance on security.

The bodyguard first used equipment to scan it for a while, and only after discovering that it was not a bomb, poison gas, or other such things did he send it to He Wei's desk.

Although it was already late at night, He Wei still had not rested; he was waiting for Xiong Ju to reply to him.

If he could take out Chen Jiajun in one go, that would be a good thing.

By then, he would have plenty of methods to turn the assets under Chen Jiajun's name into England's assets.

If he couldn't, he still had follow-up measures to pursue.

After all, as a veteran politician, his methods would only be more numerous than the average person's.

A moment later, the bodyguard knocked open the study door and walked in.

He Wei looked at the gift box and said, "Who sent this thing over?"

The bodyguard shook his head and said, "The gatekeeper only said that someone delivered the item and then left; for now, we don't know who sent it. However, we have checked it, and there are no security risks."

He Wei was now a bit curious and had the bodyguard open the gift box directly.

But after the gift box was opened, a thick, bloody stench wafted out.

After seeing clearly that it was a human head inside, the bodyguard suppressed his nausea and did not throw the thing in his hands away.

However, after his initial shock, He Wei's expression immediately turned gloomy.

The gift sent was none other than the head of the Unit's Captain, Xiong Ju.

He had not expected that one of his trump cards, an Enhanced Human who had undergone multiple modifications, would actually be taken out just like that.

Even Xiong Ju's head had been sent to his residence.

This kind of strength clearly exceeded He Wei's understanding. It was clear that the gang members under Chen Jiajun were not as simple as they appeared.

Moreover, after Chen Jiajun took out Xiong Ju, he immediately sent his head to his residence, which meant that Chen Jiajun also knew through some channel that he was the one behind this.

From the time he sent people to assassinate Chen Jiajun to today, only a short three days had passed.

Not only was he able to take out the Unit, but he was also able to investigate the ins and outs of the matter.

With this kind of strength, it was no wonder that the previous Mai Lihao refused to take action against Chen Jiajun.

"Does this count as raising a tiger to cause trouble for oneself?" He Wei smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

He had not expected that the colony of Hong Kong would actually raise an uncontrollable evil dragon.

What was even more terrifying was that they didn't even have the means to restrain it.

After a period of regret, He Wei picked up the phone and dialed Chen Jiajun's number.

"Baron He Wei, did you receive the gift?" Chen Jiajun asked with a light laugh.

He Wei said indifferently, "Sir Chen Jiajun, I am old; in the future, please do not send such shocking gifts to my residence again."

"How can that be? Otherwise, how would it have any effect?" Chen Jiajun laughed, without any hint of a threat.

Since He Wei was able to make this call, it was clear that he did not want to have a falling out with him.

He Wei indeed had no intention of falling out with Chen Jiajun; the Unit had been completely wiped out, and his subsequent moves could no longer be deployed. It could be said that this round had ended in his total defeat once again.

In the short time he had been in Hong Kong, he had actually lost to Chen Jiajun twice.

This also made He Wei seriously regard this young man, Chen Jiajun.

"Your gift has been received; I will also give you a return gift. How about we call this matter even?" He Wei continued.

"Oh? If this return gift isn't valuable enough, that won't do," Chen Jiajun bargained.

"Of course it is valuable enough," He Wei said indifferently. "The person pushing this matter is Mars, the person in charge of the CIA's Asia branch, and there is also information from the CIA's intelligence point in Macau. Is this information valuable enough?"

"Barely acceptable, I suppose," Chen Jiajun pondered for a moment and said. "Baron He Wei, I only want to send this kind of gift once. I hope you are a rational person; I am a person who is very particular about rules."

After Chen Jiajun finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

He Wei heard the busy signal on the phone, smiled, and then had the bodyguard dispose of Xiong Ju's head.

The reason he easily sold out Mars was that Mars himself had ill intentions, so selling him out caused He Wei no psychological burden.

Being able to appease this evil dragon, Chen Jiajun, was even a very cost-effective deal.

On the other hand, he also wanted to be like Mars and prepare to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.

Neither the CIA nor Chen Jiajun could be considered his friends; it would be best if the two of them fought each other.

As soon as either side showed signs of fatigue, that would be the moment for him to strike again.

……

At this moment, Mars still did not know that he had been sold out by that old fox, He Wei.

His gaze was fixed on the Security Company.

The strength of this company, which was responsible for the security of Brunei, indeed exceeded his understanding.

The special Unit 701, composed of these modified Enhanced Humans, had simply vanished after being deployed into Brunei.

Not even a shred of intelligence had been leaked out, which left Mars extremely astonished.

"Could it be that Brunei still possesses other military forces?" Mars felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

However, before finding evidence, such things could not be spoken of recklessly.

Otherwise, those few financial groups and the people in Las Vegas would certainly not let him off.

Mars still wanted to return to the United States to retire; he could not afford to offend these major financial groups to the death.

Just as he was pondering how to probe the strength of Brunei, a subordinate suddenly ran in in a panic.

"Boss, something happened; the Macau contact point has been wiped out again," the subordinate said directly to Mars without any nonsense.

"Bang." Mars was instantly furious, nearly shattering his desk with a single slap: "Chen Jiajun, you are pushing me too far."

Chen Jiajun had no intention of joking with anyone, especially these locust-like fellows from the CIA.

If he said he would wipe out their contact points, he would absolutely not be making empty threats.

Looking at the photos transmitted by his subordinate, seeing CIA agents dying one after another, Mars felt both furious and helpless.

Chen Jiajun was like a hedgehog covered in thorns; there was simply no way to get a bite in.

"Connect me to the IMF; I need more powerful agents to handle this matter," Mars said coldly to his subordinate after venting his rage.

Soon, the subordinate contacted the IMF team back home.

"William, long time no see," Mars greeted the man who appeared on the screen.

"Mars, do you need something?" William asked with some surprise.

Mars said helplessly: "Yes, there is a situation here in Asia, and I need your subordinate Ethan to come over for a trip."

The Ethan that Mars spoke of had the full name Ethan Hunt.

This guy was a Legendary Agent of the CIA, and the CIA Director had once evaluated Ethan this way.

"He is the strongest agent, having undergone rigorous training and possessing high mobility. There is no secret he cannot obtain, no security line he cannot breach, and no person he cannot impersonate."

Therefore, facing a difficult enemy like Chen Jiajun, Mars thought of this Legendary Agent at the first opportunity.

Unfortunately, it was not meant to be, as his wish was about to fall through.

"Sorry Mars, Ethan is already on an ongoing mission," William said with a regretful face: "You might need to wait for a while."

"Damn it."

Mars had not expected things to be such a coincidence; he could only curse under his breath and then hang up the phone.

Without the Legendary Agent, Mars dared not act rashly now and could only swallow this insult in a very cowardly manner.

"Boss, there is no movement in Macau; it seems those CIA rats don't dare to show their heads," Ya Qi said to Chen Jiajun with a smile.

Chen Jiajun gave a cold snort: "It's not enough. Sweep them out one by one in the Greater Bay Area. Also, regarding the Philippines, talk more with Duterte and get rid of those drug traffickers who are moving Laundry Powder for the CIA for me."

Nowadays, the Guojun Group also had a small foothold in Davao City in the Philippines.

Moreover, the relationship with Mayor Duterte was very good; he believed Old Du would certainly not refuse such a small request.

Ya Qi nodded; once the intelligence agency was established, Chen Jiajun planned to build a base in Brunei.

At that time, with Brunei as the center, it could radiate a massive intelligence network across the entire Southeast Asia region.

By then, whatever CIA or MI6, they would all be trash.

How would it be their turn to stir up trouble in the Asian region?

After dismissing Ya Qi, Chen Jiajun became idle.

The benefits of having many subordinates became apparent: Lao E and Dumu were responsible for Brunei.

Lao Yu, Ao En, and Bai Lu were responsible for the societies here in Hong Kong.

Ya Qi was responsible for building the intelligence agency.

Only he was left idle with nothing to do.

With nothing to do, Chen Jiajun went to visit the Hongxing Entertainment Company.

Nowadays, the Hongxing Entertainment Company was already a brand name.

Many of the films they had produced had become classics among classics.

Coupled with the establishment of the Tseung Kwan O Film City, many film crews were shooting on location there.

It could be considered a place where handsome men were as numerous as clouds and beautiful women as common as rain.

"Big Brother, here to pick up A Zhi for work?" Da Fei saw Chen Jiajun coming and immediately ran over with a smile.

Chen Jiajun looked at the lipstick mark on Da Fei's face, speechless, and said: "You guy, you are a famous film and television tycoon in Hong Kong after all; don't you pay attention to your image? If you like her, take her home! Messing around inside the film base!"

Da Fei only then realized, grinning as he wiped off the lipstick mark: "I couldn't help it, I couldn't help it. Boss, a lot of pretty chicks have come recently; do you want me to introduce two to you?"

"Forget it, I don't have your appetite," Chen Jiajun quickly stopped him.

Da Fei's aesthetic taste was definitely problematic; Chen Jiajun was not that kind of casual person.

Zhao Yazhi was making a guest appearance on the set of Snow Mountain Flying Fox today, and her scenes were not many.

When she finished work, Chen Jiajun took A Zhi to Lu Yu Tea House for afternoon tea.

"What's the recommendation for today?" Chen Jiajun called the waiter over and asked.

Chen Jiajun was a regular at the teahouse, and the waiter recognized him, so he smiled and said: "Mr. Chen, shark fin over rice is popular recently; would you like to try it?"

"Shark fin is shark fin, why mix it with rice? Isn't that a waste?" Chen Jiajun said, feeling somewhat speechless.

The waiter immediately explained, "This is a popular way of eating in the tea house recently."

"Oh? Is there some reason for it?" Chen Jiajun asked, feeling a bit curious.

The waiter scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't know either, but it feels like everyone has more money lately, and they've all become much more generous when coming here for tea."

Hearing the waiter say this, Chen Jiajun became curious.

After some inquiries, Chen Jiajun learned that in the past few years, the citizens of Hong Kong had all made fortunes in the stock market.

Their spending had become much more lavish, though not quite to the level of a big shot like Chen Jiajun, who could use shark fin to rinse his mouth and abalone as an appetizer.

But even ordinary people could now afford to order a serving of shark fin over rice at the tea house to satisfy their cravings.

Upon learning this news, Chen Jiajun suddenly lost his appetite for the dish.

This state of "boiling oil with raging fire and adorning flowers with brocade" was certainly not a good sign.

Especially for the currently rather fragile stock market.

"Forget it, just keep it as usual," Chen Jiajun said, waving his hand.

Zhao Yazhi looked a bit strange as she reached out and waved her hand in front of Chen Jiajun's eyes, saying, "You seem to have something on your mind."

Chen Jiajun grabbed Zhao Yazhi's hand, kissed it, and said, "I am indeed considering some things."

A Zhi was still not used to being so intimate in public; she shyly pulled her hand back and said, "Is it about the shark fin over rice from just now?"

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "That's part of it, I suppose. Forget it, let's not think about it so much; accompanying A Zhi is more important."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's sweet words, Zhao Yazhi's face turned crimson, and she gave him a coquettish scolding.

That night, Chen Jiajun enjoyed A Zhi's meticulous care, which almost made the Big Boss reluctant to get out of bed, very much in the spirit of "the monarch from now on will not hold morning court."

However, Chen Jiajun kept thinking about what he had encountered at Luyu Tea House yesterday, feeling as though he had forgotten something.

So, he arrived at the company early in the morning and called for Wei Li.

(End of chapter)