Chapter 288: 289. Chapter 289: Terms of Exchange

289. Chapter 289: Terms of Exchange

"It is hard for us to imagine just how many tourists who went missing in Thailand have been sold to organ factories, murdered, and then had their organs harvested for sale. This is not something a civilized society should be capable of, nor should it be a problem that appears in a civilized society."

The reporter from the *Miami Herald* was very bold, directly deploying equipment to start a live broadcast right at the prison entrance.

Ever since the *Miami Herald* exposed the cross-pedophilia incident, the reporters at this newspaper have had a great passion for such events.

While the bystanders had not yet reacted, these guys directly started their live report.

The cameraman even aimed the lens at the Pattaya police; as long as they dared to come over and obstruct their live broadcast, he would absolutely slap a massive label on their foreheads.

Chen Jiajun watched this scene with a cheerful expression; clearly, the combat effectiveness of these reporters had exceeded his expectations.

It was clear that the Pattaya police could no longer handle this matter.

So, very quickly, a government vehicle drove right over, and a man wearing glasses stepped out.

This guy was named Zheng Hanshou, and he was an assistant to the Mayor of Pattaya.

This guy was very clever and did not go directly to those reporters.

Thinking of this, Zheng Hanshou's brain began to spin rapidly.

Even he, as the mayor's assistant, would likely not be able to escape.

Once the tide of public opinion turned, there might be even more people beating a dog that had fallen into the water.

After getting into the car, Zheng Hanshou said very solemnly to Chen Jiajun: "Our mayor wants to make a deal with Sir Chen."

Zheng Hanshou continued: "How about the military and police stop pursuing your Security Company for illegal entry, possession of firearms, and terrorist attacks, in exchange for Sir Chen no longer interfering in the organ factory matter?"

After a moment of silence, Zheng Hanshou said to Chen Jiajun: "What kind of terms does Sir Chen want?"

With such a major incident occurring, they would naturally investigate it.

At the very least, Zheng Hanshou himself was confident he could escape unscathed.

But one point was very important: they had not captured Ya Qi and the others.

After a moment of silence, Zheng Hanshou said with deep meaning: "Sir Chen is truly worthy of being called the 'Hong Kong King'; he is indeed overbearing."

Although Zheng Hanshou was a Thai-Chinese, he had still heard of Chen Jiajun's great name. Furthermore, Hong Wengang, who was cooperating with them, was also from Hong Kong, so it was not strange that he knew Chen Jiajun's identity.

So he walked directly to Chen Jiajun's side and whispered: "Sir Chen, could we step aside to talk?"

"I am the mayor's assistant," Zheng Hanshou said with a serious expression. "We have seen Sir Chen's methods, but continuing to make a scene will not benefit either side. If I am not mistaken, some of your subordinates are currently trapped somewhere, right?"

Chen Jiajun had Bai Lu with him, so he was naturally not afraid of the other party playing any tricks, and he sat directly into his car.

Chen Jiajun's words made cold sweat break out on Zheng Hanshou's forehead.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "Three days. Aside from the *Miami Herald*, the time required for the other newspapers is three days."

Zheng Hanshou let out a sigh of relief, then reached out to make a gesture of invitation: "Sir Chen, please this way."

Zheng Hanshou's expression changed, and he then asked: "Sir Chen, you are going a bit too far. This is Thailand."

Seeing Zheng Hanshou, Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "Here to negotiate terms? Who are you?"

Indeed, if they really pursued it, they could classify the Security Company as a terrorist attack.

If there were a certain amount of time, there would be so much more that could be manipulated.

Chen Jiajun glanced at Zheng Hanshou and said: "Interesting. Let's talk then."

This could not form a bargaining chip.

Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "I know what you are worried about; it's nothing more than fear that I will publish the list. But don't worry, I'm not that bored. I just want to investigate a few things."

"Even if I do nothing now, does the mayor behind you think he can still keep his position? International condemnation, domestic public pressure—perhaps even the Thai Royal Family will get involved? His political career has already reached its end."

After a moment of silence, Zheng Hanshou said: "How can we trust you?"

Thus, he said directly to Chen Jiajun: "How much time can you give?"

Zheng Hanshou's expression changed drastically: "That is impossible."

The Mayor of Pattaya was a mature politician, and he was very skilled at making such deals.

But Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "You are shifting the concepts; this term is not enough."

Chen Jiajun did not have much influence internationally, but he still had some fame within the Chinese circles.

Moreover, if Ya Qi and the young demon slaves under him wanted to leave, those Thai military and police simply could not stop them.

Because he could see that the cause of this incident had nothing to do with the reporters at all.

"Is that so? I know," Chen Jiajun said with a sneer. "But so what? Who the f*ck allowed you to cause trouble in Hong Kong? 'He who provokes first is the base one,' haven't you heard that? Since you dared to set your sights on Hong Kong, my counterattack is only logical."

Chen Jiajun said nonchalantly: "'Hong Kong King' or 'Sir Chen,' these are just titles. I don't care what others call me; I only know that no one can cause trouble on my turf without paying a price."

Chen Jiajun said with a calm expression: "The list of all partners in your organ factory."

"Hand the list to me, and I will act as if I know nothing, giving the mayor behind you time to arrange his affairs. Otherwise, you should think it over carefully yourself."

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "You seem to have not seen the situation clearly yet. You simply do not have the ability to bargain with me."

Indeed, this incident was too big; the position of the mayor behind him was certainly not going to be saved.

Even if others didn't make a move, the Mayor of Pattaya had political enemies.

"Let's hear it," Chen Jiajun said, taking out a cigar and lighting it with great presence.

There was someone else operating behind the scenes.

This time was not something Chen Jiajun said randomly, but information he had inquired about and learned beforehand.

Zheng Hanshou nodded: "Fine, I will give you the list. And I will have the military and police withdraw."

"Smart man," Chen Jiajun said with a smile. "If your background weren't so complicated, I would have wanted to recruit you."

Chen Jiajun was not lying; this guy Zheng Hanshou was indeed a talent.

To be able to serve as the assistant to the Mayor of Pattaya at such a young age, one must have talent, background, and scholarship—none could be lacking.

And what Chen Jiajun lacked in his hands was exactly this kind of talent.

It was a pity that this guy's background was a bit too complicated and was tied too deeply to the Thai political scene.

Even if he could be recruited, Chen Jiajun estimated he would still have to guard against him.

Zheng Hanshou managed to force a smile: "Many thanks for Mr. Chen's kindness."

After the two chatted for a moment, one of Zheng Hanshou's subordinates delivered a file folder.

Ya Qi also called over, informing Chen Jiajun that the military and police in Pattaya had already withdrawn.

After taking the list from the other party, Chen Jiajun got out of the car directly and said: "Remember, you only have three days. Other matters are not something I can control."

"Understood." Zheng Hanshou nodded very solemnly.

The matter in Thailand had already ended, but the matter in Hong Kong was not yet over.

The news that Chen Zhijie had escaped safely had already reached Chen Guohua's ears, which made Chen Guohua heave a long sigh of relief.

Bringing Hong Wenbiao out was already a violation of police regulations; if he let this guy be snatched away by Hong Wengang, he would be in even more trouble.

Fortunately, things were actually developing in a good direction step by step, and Chen Guohua immediately took Hong Wenbiao away from the small hotel and went directly to rendezvous with the International Criminal Police Organization of the Police Force.

Just as Chen Guohua had left, the assassins under Hong Wengang found their way there.

"Boss, there is no one here anymore; they must have just left." The assassin looked around, touched the instant noodle cup that had not yet completely cooled down, and immediately reported to Hong Wengang.

"What?" Upon receiving this news, Hong Wengang suddenly had an ominous feeling.

Previously, all of Chen Guohua's movements had been within his calculations.

Even snatching Hong Wenbiao from the hospital was.

Although it meant taking a risky path, it had not slipped out of his control.

But at this moment, Hong Wengang felt that things had spiraled out of control.

After he hung up the phone, he dialed Chen Guohua's number.

Chen Guohua sneered and said: "Hong Wengang, do you feel that things have slipped out of your control? You probably don't know what happened in Thailand yet, do you? Don't be in a hurry, your doomsday is about to arrive."

After having already brought Hong Wenbiao to the police's Safe House, Chen Guohua received Hong Wengang's call.

This suddenly broke Chen Guohua out in a cold sweat.

If it weren't for Chen Zhijie saying that something had gone wrong in Thailand and that someone had helped him escape.

Chen Guohua would still be waiting for news from Hong Wengang at this moment.

The outcome then would have been Hong Wenbiao being snatched away, and he could also forget about finding his nephew.

Now it was fine; once Hong Wenbiao sobered up and personally accused his Big Brother, the matter could be ended.

Not only did Chen Guohua heave a sigh of relief, but his several old brothers also heaved a sigh of relief.

Anyway, in the current situation, they could also use other excuses to stall.

Although they would definitely be disciplined, it was much better than losing their jobs directly.

"Alright, everyone has been tense all day, let's all take a rest." Chen Guohua said to everyone with a smile.

"Boss, is that guy okay?" One of Chen Guohua's old brothers asked.

Chen Guohua nodded: "He has already escaped danger over there."

"Damn, that's badass." Several of Chen Guohua's subordinates couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Being able to successfully escape after being captured was obviously not something an ordinary person could accomplish.

They were all Police, and they were following the organ trafficking case.

They knew how cruel these criminals were.

Now that they heard their colleague was fine, everyone was genuinely happy.

Once people relax their tensed nerves, their vigilance becomes very poor.

An old Police officer like Chen Guohua would be no exception.

While the Police inside the room were resting, they did not notice at all that someone had already quietly arrived at their building.

The person who came was a young man without eyebrows, who was also the number one assassin in Hong Wengang's group.

In order not to alert the enemy, this guy directly used a silenced Handgun to finish off the old man in the guard room.

Then he confirmed the room and headed directly to the Safe House.

That he could find the police's Safe House so easily meant there was obviously a mole in the Police Force.

After all, things like Undercover agents were not rare between gangs and the Police.

The Police could send Undercover agents, and gangs could naturally use coercion, exploitation, and other methods to bribe corrupt police.

The browless assassin walked to the front of the Safe House and confirmed the number of people inside.

He directly used his gun to blast the door lock and then kicked the door open and charged straight in.

The violent sound of the door being kicked woke up Chen Guohua and his group.

It was just that by the time they went to reach for their guns, it was already too late.

Being able to become Hong Wengang's confidant, he naturally wouldn't be a mediocre person.

As soon as the assassin pushed the door open, he fired directly and hit two Police officers who were intending to get up.

It was the old Police officer Chen Guohua who was effective; he didn't go to reach for his gun at all, but instead grabbed a stool and smashed it down toward the assassin's arm.

In pain, the assassin's gun fell to the ground.

Chen Guohua took the opportunity to rush over and wrestled with him.

It was just that Chen Guohua was old after all; although he was active on the front lines, his skills were already far inferior to before.

He was kicked directly in the lower abdomen by the assassin and staggered back a few steps.

The assassin didn't go to pick up the gun on the ground either; he lifted his clothes and pulled out two throwing knives, throwing them toward Chen Guohua's chest.

Chen Guohua's pupils tightened at this moment.

These two throwing knives were aimed directly at his heart.

Fortunately, a colleague had already reacted by this time.

He kicked a chair over directly, which just happened to block the two throwing knives.

The assassin's reaction speed was very fast, and he flicked out another two throwing knives.

They were aimed at the other two Police behind Chen Guohua.

Although the other two Police were not hit in vital areas, their arms and shoulders were injured, leaving them momentarily unable to reach for their guns.

By this time, the assassin had already lunged over, holding two throwing knives in a reverse grip, preparing for close-quarters combat.

In a cramped room like the Safe House, using knives was clearly much more effective than firearms, and there was no need to worry about stray bullets.

The two sides had only clashed for a moment when several more people fell into pools of blood, including Chen Guohua.

At this moment, Chen Guohua and the others could only watch as this eyebrowless assassin walked over step by step with a sinister grin on his face.

Their hearts were filled with feelings of resentment.

If they had only waited for reinforcements to arrive, this matter could have been perfectly resolved.

Yet it had to happen at this very moment.

Just as everyone was preparing to close their eyes and wait for death, the light shining in from the doorway was suddenly blocked by a tall figure.

Because of the backlight, no one could see his features clearly.

Only the Machete in his hand was emitting a cold, sharp glint.

The eyebrowless assassin reacted extremely quickly; without a second thought, he backhanded his blade toward the figure.

The speed and the tricky angle left no time for anyone to react.

But what the assassin did not expect was that the sensation of the blade slicing through skin, which he had anticipated, did not come.

Instead, his arm was jolted numb, accompanied by the sound of metal clashing against metal.

The assassin looked closely and discovered that this mysterious person behind him had actually used a large Machete to precisely block his throwing knife.

"Got some skill, no wonder you could serve as the trump card for that piece of trash Hong Wengang."

The burly man spoke with a hint of mockery and walked into the Safe House with a relaxed expression.

At this time, Chen Guohua, who had fallen to the ground, finally saw the identity of the person who had arrived and screamed on the spot: "You are, Hung Hing!"

That's right, the person who arrived was none other than the current Dragon Head of Hung Hing.

The top fighter under Chen Jiajun, Lao Yu.

Perhaps Chen Guohua did not usually get along with these gangsters, but he had to admit now that the arrival of Lao Yu was undoubtedly the arrival of a savior for his group of brothers.

Facing the highly oppressive Lao Yu, the eyebrowless assassin gritted his teeth and charged over again.

This time he feinted, with one throwing knife stabbing toward Lao Yu's chest and the other stabbing directly toward his eyes.

Unfortunately, for an expert like Lao Yu who had already mastered cold weapons to perfection, these little tricks were of no use at all.

He just kicked the assassin's lower leg with lightning speed, destroying his body's balance.

Those two fatal strikes completely veered off course.

Subsequently, the blade in Lao Yu's hand gave a light swipe, and the assassin widened his eyes on the spot, clutching his throat as he fell to the ground.

Fresh blood kept flowing out from between his fingers, staining his body red.

Glancing at the assassin, Lao Yu said indifferently to Chen Guohua: "You had better call for reinforcements immediately."

After finishing, Lao Yu wiped the blood off his blade and left the Safe House.

After Lao Yu left, the few Police in the Safe House felt as if they were dreaming.

Usually, when these gang bosses encounter them, the Police, in such a situation, it would be good enough if they didn't kick them while they were down.

How could it be possible for them to step in and help?

That was why they had such an unreal feeling.

Although they didn't know why Lao Yu suddenly appeared to save them, nor why Lao Yu turned and left after finishing off the assassin.

But Chen Guohua finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Ignoring the pain in his own body, he began to check the wounds on his colleagues.

Fortunately, because Lao Yu arrived in time, none of the Police suffered any fatal injuries.

Only the two who were shot needed emergency treatment.

Very quickly, the Police reinforcements arrived.

Especially Chen Guohua's superior, who let out a long sigh of relief upon discovering that although the few of them were slightly injured, the witness was fine.

At the very least, the jobs of the few of them were saved for now.

On the other side, Hong Wengang was already losing his composure.

Although the situation in Thailand had not erupted, the Mayor of Pattaya now had no time to deal with a small fry like Hong Wengang.

There was also no news coming from Gao Jin, and Hong Wengang knew that something must have gone wrong.

But what made him even more uneasy was that even the assassin he had sent could no longer be reached by phone.

This made Hong Wengang immediately alert.

Without taking anyone with him, he directly changed into an inconspicuous tracksuit, drove away from the mansion in the old, dilapidated car at home, and did not attract anyone's attention during the process.

Having done dirty business in Hong Kong for so long, Hong Wengang naturally had his own connections.

Otherwise, if he wasn't wiped out by the Police, he would have been exposed by other gangs and unable to survive.

So Hong Wengang drove directly to a fishing village at the seaside Pier.

He had a secret line here, a couple who had received great favors from him.

The two of them were just fishermen on weekdays, occasionally doing some small smuggling business, but at critical moments, they could become the channel for Hong Wengang to escape Hong Kong.

Seeing Hong Wengang arrive in the middle of the night, the fisherman couple was also very vigilant.

After inviting Hong Wengang into their home, they still looked outside for a while to confirm that they hadn't been followed. (End of chapter)