Chapter 3: Grand Opening, A Free Gift

Anyone in the service industry knows that while these street thugs can't bring any business to a shop, they are top-tier at ruining it.

"Vegetarian."

Chen Jiajun has a germaphobia; in his past life, whenever he visited a venue, he only sampled "fresh tea."

Juanmao Ge accompanied him with a smile: "Haha, with how handsome you are, Brother Jun, if you wanted the 'meat' option, I'm afraid the technicians would be lining up to serve you for free!"

"Come, come, come, Big Brothers, follow me, soak slowly, it's on me today!"

Five minutes later,

Chen Jiajun lay in the bath, enjoying the scrubbing service from a female technician behind him.

Dumu and that Demon Slave each had two female technicians serving them.

The female technicians were all working diligently, their faces tense.

If it were any other time, to drum up business, they would certainly be spouting off dirty jokes,

but the killing intent and scent of blood radiating from Dumu and this Demon Slave made their hands and feet go cold with fear, leaving them with little strength to scrub.

Just as the atmosphere was tense,

a burst of shouting and cursing came from the neighboring private room.

Looking from the open door of the room, one could see Juanmao Ge running into the next room: "Brother Babi, what's the matter!"

Before the words had even faded, he was slapped right out the door, crashing in front of Chen Jiajun's room, accompanied by a savage laugh: "Screw your mother!"

Following this, a burly man stood before Juanmao Ge, spewing filth with every sentence.

Chen Jiajun took a closer look.

Isn't this the renowned Red Pole of the Wo Ling Sheng, Brother Babi?

If the plot followed its normal course, Brother Babi wouldn't be arrogant for long before being taken care of by Chen Haonan,

but now, he was Chen Jiajun's prey!

Chen Jiajun stood up and said lazily: "Babi! Do you have any upbringing at all?"

Babi, at the door, looked over upon hearing this. He wondered who it was, but upon seeing it was Chen Jiajun, he was so angry he laughed, opening his mouth to curse:

"Screw you, Lanzai Jun! Who do you think you are?"

"You want to stand up for this Juan Mao? Are you qualified? Do you want me to teach you a lesson on behalf of Da B?"

Chen Jiajun had started following Da B Ge since he was thirteen, so it was normal for Babi to know him.

Several of Babi's Majai also blocked the doorway, clenching their fists and grinning maliciously.

"Brother Babi, Brother Jun, the two Big Brothers, please give me, Juan Mao, a little face—"

Juanmao Ge hurriedly blocked the center; if a fight broke out here, would he still be able to do business?

"You have no face worth mentioning, get lost!"

Babi stepped up and delivered another slap.

This slap hit the human "sleep switch" directly; Juanmao Ge collapsed to the ground, completely motionless.

Chen Jiajun sneered: "Brother Babi? Screw your mother! Today I'm going to skin you!"

As soon as the words fell, no more needed to be said; Dumu rose first. That terrifying and horrific physique instantly stunned Babi on the spot, his brain completely blank.

But Dumu did not move immediately; instead, he turned to look at Chen Jiajun, his gaze sharp.

"Can I put it on my tab?"

Chen Jiajun dropped his previous arrogant air and, meeting Dumu's terrifying gaze, asked in a small, pleading voice.

"Grand opening, a free service for you."

Dumu dropped this sentence and crossed the distance to Babi in two strides.

These few steps made everyone present feel as if the ground were shaking!

Babi's few underlings, who were just rubbing their palms in excitement, where had they ever seen such a spectacle?

Watching Dumu charge over like an enraged bull, they all instinctively took a few steps back, with no intention of protecting Babi at all.

Before Babi could recover his senses,

Dumu grinned savagely and smashed a fist directly into Babi's face.

"Bang!!!"

Unparalleled strength, combined with the speed of the strike—the power of this punch directly smashed Babi's entire face out of shape!

Babi couldn't even let out a scream; he flew straight backward, smashing countless wooden basins and stools, leaving a pool of crimson on the damp floor.

The Demon Slave followed closely behind, leaping several meters from a standstill to reach Babi's Majai, immediately unleashing its demonic nature and proceeding to beat them mercilessly.

Fortunately, before it charged out, Chen Jiajun had given the order not to make too much of a scene, otherwise, these underlings would likely have been torn apart by the Demon Slave.

The few Majai of Babi who had just rushed over, seeing their boss being hammered, gathered their courage to try and stop Dumu,

but as a demon slayer, Dumu was not someone these Majai could hope to move.

Dumu ignored the Majai entirely and grabbed Babi's ankle!

Babi was at least eighty or ninety kilograms, considered a burly man, but in Dumu's hands, he felt as light as a feather.

He swung him around in circles like a human club, then slammed him violently onto the ground, shattering the floor tiles everywhere.

With this blow, Babi's bones were likely shattered into thousands of pieces!

The scene was extremely bloody and brutal!

Dumu stared at Babi's deformed face, spat, and said viciously:

"You poor guy! Who are you calling Lanzai Jun?"

"He is my Boss!"

Babi lay limp on the ground like a noodle, showing no reaction to Dumu's words.

"Hmph, a weak, useless piece of trash!"

Seeing that Babi had no reaction at all, Dumu spat on him, his face full of disdain.

"He—he's dead?!"

"Run!!!"

Seeing such a terrifying scene, the customers in the private room screamed and fled in all directions.

Juanmao Ge, who had just woken up, could be considered someone who had been around the block and had seen many big scenes, but he couldn't handle this one; he lay on the floor, nearly vomiting up his own bile.

Babi on the ground could barely be recognized as human, with not a single intact spot on his entire body.

And Chen Jiajun, smoking a cigarette with a cold expression, stood there staring at Babi on the ground.

Although his face was somewhat pale, this scene inexplicably stirred his adrenaline, making him feel excited, and the muscles all over his body began to tingle with excitement.

"Accidentally slaughtered him; this was originally a different price, but I'll give it to you for free."

Dumu, his face covered in scarlet, spread his hands with an innocent look; even though he was grinning, that fierce and wicked face only made people feel even more horrified.

"Small problem, a piece of trash like this dying is just dying." Chen Jiajun shrugged.

As people in the society, Babi's Majai certainly wouldn't call the police and invite the royal authority.

It was just hard to say about those passersby.

But it was all a small problem; he hadn't laid a hand on him.

As long as he wasn't caught on the spot, Juanmao Ge certainly wouldn't talk too much.

Juanmao Ge would definitely be afraid of the influence of Hung Hing, and besides, he had helped him.

Chen Jiajun looked at Juan Mao with a smile: "Juanmao Ge, sorry for dirtying your place. I'll take my brother to wash up and leave. If the police arrive, you should know what to say, right?"

"Small matter! Understood, understood!"

"I'll handle the rest!"

Juanmao Ge waved his hands repeatedly; he could tell that Chen Jiajun was capable of subduing such a subordinate.

Especially that Dumu, who possessed immense strength!

Could he be a pushover?

From now on, there would definitely be a place for Chen Jiajun in the underworld.

Juan Mao was a businessman and knew what investment meant.

(End of this chapter)