Chapter 275

"In other words, this whole thing was stirred up by that K Industrial Park?"

After hearing the report from the two, Chen Jiajun stroked his chin and said.

Ada nodded: "Generally, those who dare to run this kind of business have significant backing; it might be quite difficult if we want to cause them trouble."

Unlike in Hong Kong, whether it's drug lords or human traffickers in Southeast Asia, any black industry has the support of warlords behind it.

In places plagued by years of war, no one is willing to get into a firefight with local warlords over such trivial matters.

Chen Jiajun had originally intended to just sink those two idiots who crossed the line into the sea, and consider the matter settled.

Whether for the sake of the ladies in the stables or for the fellow brothers in the Hong Kong underworld, that would have been a sufficient explanation.

At the very least, in terms of underworld morality, Hung Hing had done well.

But what even Chen Jiajun did not expect was that he had no intention of looking for trouble with this K Industrial Park.

Yet the other party actually dared to come knocking on his door.

Hung Hing, Zhongyi Hall.

Ada was presiding over the collection of accounts.

The Manager was holding the ledger, checking the numbers one by one on the side.

For the current Chen Jiajun, these meager earnings of Hung Hing were no longer worth his attention.

This amount of money was completely insufficient for Chen Jiajun, whether for investment or personal spending.

The reason he continued to let the Headman collect accounts every year was, firstly, to enhance the unity of the society. Secondly, these collected funds would be used to improve the lives of the ordinary members.

After all, people come out to hustle for money; without money, who would follow you?

Among the many societies in Hong Kong, it is Hung Hing's Majai who have the highest loyalty.

After the Head Manager tallied a number, he handed it to Ada: "Ada, this is the amount collected today, totaling about 280 million. Please take a look."

Ada glanced at it casually and then had the Head Manager record it in the books.

With the business finished, everyone prepared to shoot the breeze before heading back.

But just at this moment, a younger brother walked in and said to Ada: "Ada, someone is specifically asking for you by name, and they even injured a few of our brothers."

Hearing this, before Ada could react, the other Zhafits exploded.

What kind of place is this? It is the Zhongyi Hall of Hung Hing, representing the face of Hung Hing.

Clearly, someone actually dared to come here to cause trouble; they must be tired of living.

Datian Er had the most explosive temper and pulled out his knife immediately: "Take me there; I want to see which blind bastard is so arrogant."

Shanjie was more cautious; he held Datian Er back and then said to the younger brother: "What is the other party's background?"

"It seems... they aren't from our Hong Kong, right?" The younger brother hesitated for a moment and said: "They should be from Southeast Asia?"

"Vietnam Gang?" Shisimei said coldly: "Those scumbags have made a comeback?"

Back then, Chen Jiajun had uprooted the Vietnam Gang; this gang had long since died off or scattered. Those who remained were just some insignificant characters, even worse than some sunset societies. How could they have the guts to come to a Hung Hing hall to look for trouble?

Ada interrupted their small talk and said to the younger brother: "Invite them in."

The younger brother nodded and said: "Yes, Ada."

Soon, a group of men in suits walked into Zhongyi Hall with a swagger.

The leader spoke in broken Cantonese: "The local gang is very impolite. I said I came to talk business, so why did you have to use force?"

Hearing this, the eyes of several Zhafits were practically spitting fire.

If it weren't for the fact that Ada hadn't spoken, they would have already jumped up.

Ada leaned back in his grand master's chair and asked with a relaxed expression: "Who are you?"

"Forgot to introduce myself. My name is Dai Yang, from Cambodia. I heard Hung Hing caught our people, so we are here to demand them back," Dai Yang said with a smile.

Ada's originally warm smile suddenly turned ferocious: "You really have guts, running a human trafficking business in our Hong Kong and then daring to come to our Hung Hing hall to demand people."

Hearing Ada's words, the Zhafits present suddenly erupted, and in an instant, they hacked all of Dai Yang's subordinates to the ground.

One must know that the saying "Hung Hing produces fighters" is not just talk.

The combat prowess of these Zhafits is among the best in Hong Kong.

Even a woman like Shisimei never hesitated when grabbing a knife to hack someone.

In less than two minutes, the entire Zhongyi Hall was filled with the smell of blood. Except for Dai Yang, who hadn't moved, everyone who had acted at the entrance of the Zhongyi Hall had been hacked to death by the Zhafits.

Seeing the scene before him, Dai Yang was scared senseless on the spot.

He had originally thought that Hung Hing was like those other Hong Kong societies, where everything would go smoothly as long as he paved the way with money.

After all, people in societies come out to hustle for the sake of money.

But he hadn't expected the people of Hung Hing to be so overbearing; they didn't even give him a chance to speak before hacking all the subordinates he brought to death.

This made the originally confident Dai Yang panic: "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Ada said with a savage grin: "Who the hell gave you the guts to run a human trafficking business in Hong Kong? And who the hell gave you the guts to cause trouble at my Hung Hing hall?"

Every word from Ada brought immense pressure upon Dai Yang.

He had truly witnessed the terrifying side of Hong Kong societies today.

However, since Dai Yang could be sent by the K Group to redeem people, he naturally wouldn't be like those small fry who were scared out of their wits.

Dai Yang forced himself to calm down and said to Ada: "This matter was our fault. Clearly, you have killed the people and vented your anger. Let's talk about a deal."

"Oh?" Ada immediately laughed: "I'd like to hear what conditions you have?"

"Three million US dollars to release two people," Dai Yang said, holding up three fingers: "As long as I see the people, three million can be wired to your account immediately."

"Compared to the losses you suffered, I think three million US dollars is more than enough, right?"

This sum of money was indeed not a small amount. Being able to take out such a large sum to secure two organ-harvesting gang members was also beyond Ada's expectations.

If it were any other society, they would probably have agreed without even thinking.

After all, from beginning to end, it was only two ladies from the stables who died. Whoever it was would consider this a profitable deal.

However, Lao Yu knew Chen Jiajun's attitude; it was just that this gang in the human trafficking business was too far away.

Otherwise, Chen Jiajun would likely have ordered them to be wiped out long ago.

So, Lao Yu sneered and said, "Three million US dollars, that is indeed a lot of money. It's a pity you made a mistake: you shouldn't have injured our people in front of my Hung Hing hall. Do you think our Hung Hing is some place you can just come and go as you please because you have a little dirty money?"

Hearing Lao Yu's words, several Zhafits immediately felt a surge of spirit.

Those in the secret societies love money, it's true, but they also pay attention to their reputation.

Hung Hing is the largest society in Hong Kong and the most powerful one, with the existence of a great Buddha like Chen Jiajun behind them; no one dares not to give them face.

Now that Dai Yang wanted to settle this matter with a sum of money, it was clearly impossible.

Even if their own people didn't say anything, if it got out, it would damage Hung Hing's reputation.

Besides, Hung Hing's businesses were not lacking these few million.

Hearing Lao Yu's words, Dai Yang suddenly had an ominous feeling: "Then what do you want?"

Lao Yu smiled and said, "I'll make an example out of you."

As he spoke, Lao Yu snapped his fingers, and Datian Er walked over with a sinister grin, picked up a Machete, and slashed at Dai Yang with a "swish, swish, swish."

Datian Er was quite good with a blade; he had learned a few tricks from Lao Yu.

Although he wasn't incredibly skilled, it was more than enough to deal with trash like Dai Yang.

After just a few slashes, Dai Yang was screaming while clutching his hands and feet, blood flowing out continuously.

Clearly, his hand and foot tendons had been severed by him.

"Now crawl out of Zhongyi Hall and go back to tell your Boss. This matter isn't over yet," Lao Yu said coldly.

Dai Yang had witnessed Hung Hing's brutality; even with his hand and foot tendons severed on one side, he still endured the excruciating pain and crawled out of Zhongyi Hall. He didn't want to die in this place for no reason like his subordinates.

Watching Dai Yang crawl out, the Hung Hing boys on the side were suddenly in high spirits: "Uncle is amazing, Uncle is great."

Lao Yu and the several Zhafits only stopped after watching Dai Yang crawl out of Zhongyi Hall.

As for the subordinates Dai Yang had brought, they were all thrown to the Dog Farm to be dealt with.

This matter soon spread throughout the underworld.

However, it was not surprising to the major societies, especially those that had dealt with these Cambodians, who sneered repeatedly.

Secretly, they cursed, wondering who they shouldn't have provoked, yet they chose to provoke those lunatics at Hung Hing.

Money and shells were useless against Hung Hing; after all, the wealth of the Boss behind them was something these idiots couldn't even imagine.

After Lao Yu finished this, he went to Guojun Group to report to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun was also furious upon hearing it: "Damn it, a piece of trash in the human trafficking business dares to come to Hong Kong to throw his weight around? If we don't do anything, they'll really think we Hong Kongers are made of mud. Lao Yu, you did this very well."

Lao Yu smiled and said, "I only made this decision because I know your personality, Boss."

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "But doing this isn't enough. If we don't make these bastards feel the pain, this kind of thing will still happen."

"But Boss, that lawless zone in Cambodia has warlords backing them; it seems we have no way to deal with them," Lao Yu said, scratching his head.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Of course there's no way through ordinary channels, but have you forgotten that we have an international Security Company?"

Lao Yu's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Boss, are you thinking...?"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Since there's no way to deal with them through normal channels, then we'll take an unconventional path. We have clients who were captured and are about to be sold as human cargo; our Security Company is responsible for rescuing hostages, so others can't really say anything, right? You must know that our Security Company has legal documentation."

It's not unheard of for mercenaries to carry out missions in other countries, but they usually go in secretly, bypassing local Police and armies.

But for the Security Company, there was no need to sneak in.

Because not long ago, the Security Company took a job in Cambodia. They eliminated a political rival for a certain big shot, but this big shot couldn't come up with enough money.

Originally, Chen Jiajun wanted to have his men go and collect the debt, but this incident gave Chen Jiajun some other ideas.

So that day, Chen Jiajun sent his capable subordinate Ya Qi out.

With him leading the team, they took members of the Security Company and headed straight for Cambodia.

Thirty-two mercenaries plus Captain Ya Qi headed straight for Cambodia to kill.

On the other side, Dai Yang dragged his severed arms and legs and fled back to Cambodia overnight.

And he met his Boss, She Zhihai.

She Zhihai was a Chinese person in Cambodia, and the She Family was also a large clan in Cambodia.

They had fled to Cambodia as refugees and taken root there.

The She Family itself was not a kind family; they earned their first pot of gold through bloody, primitive accumulation.

This primitive accumulation was selling human cargo.

This is a conscience-less business that ordinary Chinese people are simply unwilling to do.

But the She Family did it very happily, and they specifically targeted their former compatriots.

Besides earning a large amount of money, it also brought the She Family a great reputation for ferocity.

Relying on the money they earned, the She Family built a relationship with a powerful warlord, who acted as the She Family's protective umbrella.

That is why this human trafficking business was able to be passed down from the generation of She Zhihai's father.

Passed down to the present, it is managed by the She Family's Big Brother, She Zhihai.

Seeing Dai Yang run back with crippled hands and feet, She Zhihai's face immediately turned gloomy: "How did you end up like this? I told you to go redeem the people; where are they?"

Dai Yang immediately began to cry and complain: "Boss, you don't know how hateful those Hong Kongers are. I said I would spend three million to ask them to raise their hands and let us go, but I didn't expect that not only did they refuse, they even severed my hand and foot tendons. Boss, you must seek justice for me."

Dai Yang was clearly distorting the truth; if he hadn't hit people at the Hung Hing hall, things definitely wouldn't have developed to this point.

"Hong Kong societies are that arrogant?" She Zhihai was somewhat surprised: "What is the name of the society that messed with you?"

He was surprised by the attitude of the Hong Kong society, not that Dai Yang's hand and foot tendons had been severed.

They did this kind of thing every day, so he had no reaction to such things.

Dai Yang added fuel to the fire: "It seems to be called Hung Hing. And they even declared that if we dare to do the human trafficking business in Hong Kong again, they said they would flatten our business."

"Hmph, anyone can talk big. If they have the guts, let them come over," She Zhihai said disdainfully.

He has a warlord backing him, so he doesn't even hold the Cambodia government in his eyes, let alone a tiny triad society in Hong Kong.

She Zhihai only wants to know now whether those two people have been caught by the Hong Kong Police.

After all, these two guys have connections with some high-level officials in Thailand and Cambodia; if they fell into the hands of the police, it might stir up an international scandal.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent a large sum of money to have Dai Yang go to Hong Kong to ransom them.

Dai Yang hurriedly said, "Those two people must have been finished off by the people from the society. Otherwise, who would pass up money to make things difficult for us on purpose?"

Hearing Dai Yang's analysis, She Zhihai thought about it and agreed that it was indeed the logic.

If it were really going to be exposed, it is estimated that the news would already be flying everywhere by this time.

"Alright, since the people are dead, there is no need to worry about this matter for now. As for that Hung Hing business, I will definitely settle the score with them after some time," She Zhihai said with a sinister look on his face. "Someone come here, investigate this society called Hung Hing for me, especially their Boss. If they dare to boast about wiping out my business, I will sell their relatives as piggies."

Hearing She Zhihai's order, a young man who looked like a Secretary nodded and went to handle the matter.

As for the miserable-looking Dai Yang, She Zhihai stood up, walked to his side, and said, "You've been with me for over ten years, haven't you?"

Dai Yang appeared somewhat nervous and hurriedly nodded, saying, "Yes, Boss."

As the Boss he had served for over ten years, Dai Yang naturally knew She Zhihai's personality.

This guy's blood is cold; he is a monster without feelings.

He botched this matter, and the consequences awaiting him might not be good.

Perhaps.

Thinking of this, Dai Yang's whole body began to tremble.

(End of this chapter)