Chapter 311: 312. Chapter 312: A Hungry Tiger Enters a Flock of Sheep

312. Chapter 312: A Hungry Tiger Enters a Flock of Sheep

Inside the room, Guan Caiba and the others were still in a standoff.

Basong, however, lost his nerve and roared at his subordinates: "No one is allowed to fire!"

Guan Caiba took out a handgun and pressed it against Yang Jianhua's back, coldly saying to the crowd: "This garment is filled with explosives. As long as I pull the trigger, everyone here will have to die with me."

Yang Jianhua had not expected Guan Caiba to pull such a move, and cold sweat immediately broke out.

Guan Caiba said to Yang Jianhua: "Put down the gun in your hand. Listen to me."

Yang Jianhua had no choice but to put down the gun in his hand.

Then Guan Caiba looked at the crowd coldly and said: "Don't think that just because you've colluded, you can swallow my share. Daring to snitch—"

Hearing Guan Caiba's words, Basong immediately distanced himself, saying: "Hey, Caiba, you must not misunderstand. I'm just doing business. If you have personal grievances, settle them here and then come find me later."

Saying this, Basong waved his hand and led his subordinates directly out of the room.

"General, General." The old man was suddenly anxious, but seeing that Basong had no intention of getting involved, he simply gave up and said to Guan Caiba: "It was me, so what? I've long since found you an eyesore. Today, don't even think about leaving here. If you've got the guts, pull the trigger. Pull it."

No one who comes out to do this kind of business is afraid of death.

This move by Guan Caiba could obviously only scare a coward like Basong; trying to intimidate the people in front of him was clearly impossible.

Guan Caiba had already anticipated this point; this whole affair was meant to divert Basong. Without Basong's support, these people were no match for him at all.

So Guan Caiba sneered, shoved Yang Jianhua aside, and fired several shots at the old man, knocking him to the ground.

Then the chaos in the room began; everyone had brought bodyguards, and a frantic firefight broke out on the spot.

It was just that because Guan Caiba and his men were well-prepared and had subordinates lying in ambush outside,

they beat the other drug traffickers into a headlong retreat for a time.

At this moment, Chen Jiaju and the doctor also heard the signal and rushed in, suppressing the others.

For a time, the sounds of gunfire and explosions were incessant.

After the gunfire and explosions ceased, there were no living people left in the entire reception hall except for Guan Caiba's group.

Seeing his reception hall blown into ruins, Basong was instantly furious.

He directly mobilized all the military force in his barracks, even deploying two tanks.

"Caiba, come out!" Basong shouted loudly.

A moment later, Guan Caiba helped the injured A Bao out and said to Basong with a smile: "General, why such a massive formation?"

Basong had now assembled his men and said coldly: "Caiba, you actually did whatever you wanted on my turf. You really don't give me any face."

Facing the enemy's army and tanks, Guanbacao appeared very composed, with no look of fear on his face: "But you didn't give me any face either. Regarding that matter just now, I thought that given our friendship, you would speak up for me. Who knew you wouldn't even make a sound."

"You're blaming me? How am I supposed to answer to the others?" Basong said unhappily.

Guan Caiba smiled and said: "You don't need to answer to anyone anymore. I will buy all the goods here, and I will compensate you for this loss at the quoted price."

Facing Guan Caiba's words, Basong was clearly already somewhat tempted.

After all, he didn't care about the life or death of those drug traffickers. It was just that he still had to go through the motions.

"If you don't agree, there's nothing I can do, but I think you're a smart man. Since I dared to come, I naturally have preparations. If you aren't farsighted, look around."

Guan Caiba sneered and said to Basong.

Before coming, he had arranged everything, and even had special arrangements for Basong.

Soon, several subordinates holding RPGs emerged from the nearby dense forest and aimed their RPGs directly at Basong.

As long as Guan Caiba gave the order, he could blast him into slag.

With a character like Basong, he would definitely not be able to dodge such a carpet bombing.

Then Basong showed everyone what it meant to flip one's face faster than turning a page.

He smiled at Guan Caiba and said: "Fine, I don't want to push anyone too hard, but you said you wanted to buy up the goods here; I can't make that decision."

"Do I need to see Mr. Kunsha? If you are willing to introduce me, I don't mind accompanying you on a trip." Guan Caiba revealed a subtle smile; he knew this coward Basong definitely couldn't make the call. His goal was to meet Kunsha and swallow the entire Southeast Asia market.

"Fine, prepare the plane." Basong agreed, intending to take Guan Caiba to see Kunsha.

But just at this moment, a strange voice rang out: "Eh, does anyone know Kunsha's whereabouts? I've been wanting to meet him for a long time."

At this time, Chen Jiajun led his subordinates over from the other side.

"Chen Jiajun? Why is he here?" Chen Jiaju was stunned; he never expected that Chen Jiajun would appear in the Golden Triangle.

Yang Jianhua was also confused, not knowing why Chen Jiajun didn't show up sooner or later, but chose this exact moment.

"Who are you? Why are there outsiders here? Kill them." Basong said with a frown.

Chen Jiajun smiled slightly, took out a walkie-talkie, and said: "Old Hell, you can move now."

Then, while everyone was confused, two missiles directly struck the tanks behind Basong, turning them into scrap metal on the spot.

Then the terrifying sound of a Heavy Machine Gun rang out, and the soldiers behind Basong were mowed down in swathes like wheat.

And Guan Caiba's several subordinates holding RPGs were also picked off one by one by Chen Jiajun's Hell Knights.

The entire battle lasted less than a minute; they had lost the ability to fight before they even knew where the enemy was.

This kind of strength and execution was simply like seeing a ghost.

Chen Jiajun brushed the gunpowder smoke from the scene with his hand and then said indifferently: "Except for Basong, Guanbacao, and A Bao, leave no one else alive."

"Understood, Boss." Beside him, Bai Lu's eyes flashed with red light, and she led her men in direct pursuit of the fleeing soldiers.

Basong was already too scared to speak, and Guan Caiba and A Bao were also very nervously pointing their guns at Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun ignored Guanbacao and A Bao and walked directly toward Basong: "I heard you know Kunsha's whereabouts?"

"I—I—I don't know." Basong stammered.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said in a very gentle tone: "Lying is not a good habit. It seems I need to loosen your bones. Old Hell, this guy is yours."

Old Hell said coldly to Basong: "I advise you to tell the truth. Our boss's temper isn't very good."

Basong gritted his teeth and said nothing.

It wasn't that he was particularly loyal to Kunsha, but rather that his entire family was under Kunsha's "care."

If he were to go see Kunsha while facing these guys who clearly had ill intentions, his entire family's lives would certainly be forfeit.

So, even though his subordinates had been completely wiped out, he still refused to say a single word.

Lao Yu was quite helpless seeing this guy's stubborn resistance, so he could only resort to harsh measures directly.

Chen Jiajun didn't pay any attention to Basong's situation; this guy was no tough guy, and it was absolutely impossible for him to escape Lao Yu's torture.

Therefore, he turned his gaze directly toward Guan Caiba and A Bao.

Seeing the gaze cast by Chen Jiajun, Guan Caiba and A Bao nervously raised the weapons in their hands and aimed them at Chen Jiajun.

They didn't operate in Hong Kong, so naturally, they didn't know who Chen Jiajun was.

However, seeing the aura Chen Jiajun exuded upon his arrival, along with the soldiers' corpses all over the ground.

They knew that the young man before them was definitely not ordinary.

"Mr. Chen, be careful." Seeing this scene, Yang Jianhua immediately wanted to rush over to protect Chen Jiajun's safety.

Guan Caiba and A Bao were both the type of people who would kill without blinking.

But Chen Jiaju, standing to the side, didn't see it that way; as a native of Hong Kong, he knew exactly what kind of figure this Mr. Chen was, and he looked at Guan Caiba and A Bao with a strange expression, his eyes revealing a look of admiration.

After all, it had been so long, and this was the first time he had seen someone dare to point a gun at Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun shook his head at the rushing Yang Jianhua, then sighed and said, "Forget it. Can't slaughter them, leave them alive."

Before everyone could react, two Young Demon Slaves had already approached Guan Caiba and A Bao.

The Young Demon Slaves' strong physiques combined with top-tier bulletproof inserts allowed them to withstand Guan Caiba and A Bao's firepower and charge directly in front of the two.

Amidst the other party's terrified gazes, one punch each sent the two of them kneeling down like boiled prawns.

This scene made Yang Jianhua's eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

And Chen Jiajun smiled gently, saying, "Section Chief Yang, no need to be so panicked. Look, aren't they obedient now?"

"This..." Yang Jianhua discovered that ever since Chen Jiajun appeared, things seemed to be developing in an unpredictable direction.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "This A Bao escaped from a Labor Camp in the Mainland; you can take him back and prepare for the firing squad. As for this Guan Caiba, I think you can handle him yourselves, or handing him over to Interpol is also fine."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Yang Jianhua suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.

She and Chen Jiaju had risked their lives to infiltrate Guan Caiba's group, trying to find a way to dismantle their power and arrest these two people, and then it was solved by a single sentence from Chen Jiajun?

Then what had they been working so hard for?

However, the facts were right before her eyes; even if she was a bit dazed, it had now become reality.

The Young Demon Slaves' punch just now hadn't been light, and the two people, who were already injured, couldn't even stand up at this moment.

After taking a deep breath, Yang Jianhua whispered to Chen Jiaju beside her, "Cuff these two up first."

Chen Jiaju only then came back to his senses, took out handcuffs, and walked toward the two.

Just as Yang Jianhua was about to ask Chen Jiajun some questions, a piercing, miserable scream came from Basong's side.

It was clear that Chen Jiajun's chubby subordinate had kneaded Basong's body, and Basong looked as if he were suffering immense pain, his entire body stiffening.

Walking closer to look, one could see that the guy was in so much pain that tears were streaming down his face, and he was uttering meaningless gibberish.

"I... I... I'll talk, I confess." Basong was drenched in cold sweat, saying in a hoarse voice.

Yang Jianhua, standing to the side, saw this scene and said with some reluctance, "Mr. Chen, isn't this inconsistent with..."

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "Section Chief Yang, I know what you want to say. But when dealing with drug lords like this, especially this kind of cold-blooded killer, you'd better put away your sympathy and view them as the worst scum and the most evil bastards; otherwise, you'll suffer next time you encounter them."

Yang Jianhua was stunned for a moment, then said to Chen Jiajun, "No, no, no, you misunderstood. I'm not trying to speak for him, but I want to know, what do you want to ask?"

"Kunsha's whereabouts." Chen Jiajun smiled slightly and said, "Honestly, my grudge with Kunsha has lasted a long time. Helping you arrest this Guan Caiba this time was just a convenience; what I really want to find is the Golden Triangle's biggest warlord and drug trafficker, Kunsha."

Yang Jianhua suddenly realized, "So that's it. I was wondering why you were so easy to talk to, Mr. Chen."

"Hahaha, let's just say we have a common goal, Comrade Yang Jianhua." Chen Jiajun laughed and said.

Yang Jianhua breathed a sigh of relief and said, "If you can really eliminate Kunsha, the biggest drug trafficker in Southeast Asia, it could be said to be a blessing for the entire region. I will report your merits to my superiors."

"That won't be necessary." Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "My grudge with Kunsha is a personal one, unrelated to the greater good. I really just want him dead."

Looking at the fierce, murderous light flickering in Chen Jiajun's eyes, Yang Jianhua closed her mouth.

Clearly, this was not something she could interfere with.

After all, Chen Jiajun had already fulfilled his promise to help them capture Guan Caiba and A Bao.

As for what followed, although Chen Jiajun didn't say it out loud.

Yang Jianhua could feel that Chen Jiajun didn't want anyone to interfere.

So Yang Jianhua very tactfully said, "Since that's the case, Chen Jiaju and I will take Guan Caiba and A Bao back."

Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "It's not safe here in the Golden Triangle; it's best to call for Interpol support."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. We shall part ways here." Yang Jianhua nodded and said.

Chen Jiajun didn't say much more, just hauled Basong up, patted the dust off him, and said, "Now, take me to see your Boss."

After the torture he had just endured, Basong never wanted to experience it again.

Only from this moment did he know that there were things in this world more unbearable than death.

So, very obsequiously, he invited Chen Jiajun onto a helicopter and then disappeared from Yang Jianhua's field of vision with Chen Jiajun's few subordinates.

After the other party left, Yang Jianhua finally came to her senses and said to Chen Jiaju, "You didn't say a word just now; do you know this Mr. Chen?"

Chen Jiaju said self-deprecatingly, "In Hong Kong, who doesn't know him?"

Yang Jianhua asked curiously, "Then what kind of person is this Mr. Chen?"

"Why do you want to ask that?" Chen Jiaju said with a strange expression.

Yang Jianhua shook her head and said, "I don't know, maybe just out of curiosity. Although he is a businessman, his subordinates look very extraordinary."

Yang Jianhua had seen with her own eyes Chen Jiajun's subordinates withstand Guan Caiba and A Bao's firepower to take them down.

This clearly exceeded the scope of "ordinary people."

Even wearing heavy bulletproof vests, this was still quite exaggerated.

Chen Jiaju sighed and said, "You should also know that this Mr. Chen started out as a hoodlum, right?"

"That's right, everyone knows that." Yang Jianhua nodded and said.

"Let's put it this way. It took this Mr. Chen less than five years to go from a penniless thug to where he is today." Chen Jiaju said indifferently: "Having crossed several social classes to reach this position in that time, you should know what kind of person he is."

It was not in Chen Jiaju's character to say such things; he had heard these words from his superior, Biao Shu, and remembered them as a profound realization.

He was putting on quite a show in front of Yang Jianhua just now.

Yang Jianhua was also a bit surprised, but he quickly understood the meaning behind Chen Jiaju's words: "You mean an overlord?"

Chen Jiaju hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I didn't say anything."

Yang Jianhua smiled and didn't say much more, simply taking out his Satellite Phone to seek support.

On the other side, Basong led Chen Jiajun and his group away from their previous encampment, quickly heading toward more remote mountainous areas.

According to Basong's introduction, this place was called Duoyilang Village, one of the locations where Kunsha was currently hiding.

After all, several surrounding countries were currently in the midst of hunting Kunsha down.

This guy had colluded with several warlords to control the entire Laundry Powder industry in the Golden Triangle.

Clearly, there was no good end for someone who tried to hog everything for themselves.

The helicopter Basong was riding in carried friend-or-foe identification markings.

Otherwise, it would have been shot down by the anti-aircraft machine guns inside the village before it even entered the airspace.

Seeing Basong return, someone immediately came over to greet him.

But as soon as the helicopter landed, the person who came to greet them vigilantly raised their gun and aimed it at the interior of the helicopter.

"Basong, who are these people? How dare you bring outsiders into our village?" The leading officer looked at Chen Jiajun and the others with a wary expression, then shouted at Basong.

Basong was breaking out in a cold sweat, but he didn't dare to say a single word.

Facing so many dark gun barrels, Chen Jiajun was not the least bit flustered; instead, he said indifferently, "Don't be so nervous. Go tell your general that his old friend Chen Jiajun has come to visit."

"You are Chen Jiajun." The officer's expression became even more solemn: "You still dare to come here?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and his soldiers surrounded the helicopter, as if they intended to open fire at any moment.

"Sigh, it's really exhausting to communicate with people like you who have simple minds and developed limbs." Chen Jiajun sighed and shook his head, saying: "Old Yu, Bailu, take care of them."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's order, the two of them struck immediately.

The two of them were like hungry tigers entering a flock of sheep.

In less than a moment, they had knocked everyone to the ground except for the officer.

This action only made the officer more nervous, and it also drew the attention of the sentries.

More manpower was gathering toward this place, wanting to directly overwhelm the intruders who had broken into their village.

Just as the situation was at a breaking point, a voice filled with anger rang out: "Chen Jiajun. You actually dare to come and see me in person."

Everyone looked behind them and saw a middle-aged man with a stern face and eyes filled with fury.

This guy was wearing a military uniform with all sorts of different medals hanging on his chest; although he wasn't tall, his entire being exuded a fierce and ruthless aura.

This guy was the biggest warlord in the Golden Triangle right now, Kunsha. (End of chapter)