Chapter 316: 317. Chapter 317: Covering the Sky with One Hand

317. Chapter 317: Covering the Sky with One Hand

Very quickly, Guan Shihua was brought over.

The moment he saw Guan Shihua appear, Chen Jiajun's eyes nearly stood on end.

At this time, Guan Shihua had long since been beaten half to death, and his entire person was already delirious.

It took two people supporting him for him to barely be able to walk.

Looking further, the lad's hands and feet were hanging limply; he couldn't exert any strength at all, clearly because his hand and foot tendons had been severed by someone.

It wasn't just Chen Jiajun who had this expression; even Xisai's complexion was very ugly.

If Guan Shihua had only been taught a lesson, even if he had been beaten until his own mother wouldn't recognize him, it would have been fine.

Chen Jiajun would have at most thrown a tantrum within the Corleone Family's establishment.

But the current situation clearly exceeded Chen Jiajun's expectations.

Now, even if he didn't want to fight, he had to.

Otherwise, if word got out that his brother-in-law had his hand and foot tendons severed and he remained indifferent, how would Hung Hing continue to mix in Macau in the future?

Xisai clearly understood this logic as well, so he hurriedly said to Chen Jiajun, "Mr. Chen, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding."

Chen Jiajun raised his hand to interrupt Xisai, and said to him slowly, "I personally hold both godfathers in high regard. Whether it is the honorable Victor Corleone, or the honorable Michael Corleone."

"However, the matter before us clearly cannot be settled like this. Prepare for war."

Chen Jiajun had his men support Guan Shihua, then turned around, ready to leave.

"Mr. Chen!" Seeing Chen Jiajun turn and leave without a word, Xisai became somewhat anxious.

But clearly, this matter was a dead end; no matter how Guan Shihua ended up like this, their Corleone Family clearly had no way to escape responsibility.

Moreover, this matter was no longer as simple as a personal grudge, but a struggle between two forces.

That was why Chen Jiajun didn't say anything more and directly declared war on the Corleone Family.

After sending the dying Guan Shihua into the hospital, Chen Jiajun made a phone call home.

After Guan Jiahui learned of this, she immediately cried and rushed to Macau.

For her safety, Chen Jiajun specifically had Ya Qi accompany Guan Jiahui to Macau.

Macau University Hospital can be considered one of the top hospitals in Macau.

And it is a hospital that specializes in treating limb injuries.

At this time, Guan Shihua had been pushed into the operating room for surgery, while Chen Jiajun was accompanying Guan Jiahui, waiting at the hospital entrance.

During this time, Chen Jiajun learned of his brother-in-law's situation from Guan Jiahui's mouth.

According to what Guan Jiahui said, Guan Shihua was a very low-key person.

He wasn't even like those playboys who liked to spend all day soaking in bars and casinos, and he never touched things like Ketamine or K-powder.

This lad even had quite a talent for business, relying on the Guan family's connections to run a small advertising company.

Not to mention being filthy rich, at the very least he could reach a middle-class level with an annual income of around ten million.

Yet it was such a young man who ended up in trouble in Macau; it could be said that it was strange in every way.

Soon, the light in the operating room lit up, and Guan Jiahui ran over at the first moment to ask the doctor, "Doctor, how is my brother now?"

"Miss Guan, Mr. Chen," the doctor sighed and said, "Mr. Guan's hand and foot nerves were intentionally severed by someone. Although we have reconnected them for him, he may be left with a disability. Even if the recovery is successful, he will only be able to recover about 50% of his mobility."

"Why did this happen?" Guan Jiahui cried on the spot.

Chen Jiajun frowned and said, "Is there a better outcome?"

The doctor shook his head helplessly and said, "This is already the best outcome. We even invited expert-level doctors from the United States for a joint consultation, and those experts said that even if he were sent to the best hospital in the United States, the result would be the same."

"However, if he recuperates properly, perhaps it won't affect Mr. Guan's daily life, it's just that he might never be able to do certain exercises or manual labor again."

Hearing the doctor's words, Chen Jiajun breathed a sigh of relief; as long as he wasn't disabled, it was fine.

As long as he wasn't disabled, even if Chen Jiajun had to support this lad for a lifetime, he could afford it.

Hearing the conversation between the doctor and Chen Jiajun, Guan Jiahui wiped her tears and said, "Then doctor, can I go see my brother now?"

"You can, but Mr. Guan has just woken up from the anesthesia, so it is best if you don't stay for too long," the doctor nodded and said.

Chen Jiajun and Guan Jiahui walked into the ward, where Guan Shihua's hands and feet were wrapped up tightly.

Seeing Chen Jiajun and Guan Jiahui appear, Guan Shihua said somewhat aggrievedly, "Sister, brother-in-law, you're here."

Guan Jiahui rushed up and hugged her brother, crying her eyes out. After Chen Jiajun sat down, he said to Guan Shihua, "Little brother, what exactly happened? If someone really set you up on purpose, I will definitely avenge you."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Guan Shihua immediately gave a bitter smile, "Brother-in-law, it was my own eyes that were blind and I misjudged someone. This matter cannot be blamed on others."

Hearing Guan Shihua's words, it was clear that there was more to this.

So Chen Jiajun still let Guan Jiahui help, and had the lad tell the whole story from beginning to end.

When it came down to it, it was just the cliché story of a hot-blooded young man being deceived by a heartless woman.

Only this time, the heartless woman wasn't after Guan Shihua's money, but his life.

"Her name is Ailina, I met her at a cocktail party..." Guan Shihua began to recall under his sister's urging.

After listening to Guan Shihua's words, Chen Jiajun roughly understood what was going on.

Simply put, Guan Shihua, this naive lad who hadn't seen the world, was played in circles by a high-level heartless woman.

Not only was his heart deceived, but he was also tricked into coming to Macau to gamble.

After losing all of Guan Shihua's family assets, he also owed quite a bit of usury.

Then he was thrown by those Mafia guys to the people who collected usury to be dealt with.

After listening, Chen Jiajun's expression was terrifyingly gloomy.

If Guan Shihua wasn't lying, this matter couldn't be handled by just one or two forces.

It must have been something cooked up by many gangs in Macau together.

Because this matter involved too many things; it wasn't something one or two societies could pull off.

Guan Jiahui pulled on Chen Jiajun's arm pitifully and said, "Brother Jun, you must avenge my little brother."

Chen Jiajun nodded very solemnly and said, "Little brother, your brother-in-law will handle this for you. No matter who touched you, I will absolutely make them pay a sufficient price."

Strictly speaking, this matter was an unprovoked disaster for his brother-in-law.

It was clearly someone pulling the strings, intending to make Chen Jiajun lose face.

So it was no exaggeration to say that he was implicated by Chen Jiajun, and therefore, in terms of both emotion and reason, Chen Jiajun had to seek justice for him.

"Bailu, stay by Jiahui's side these two days and take good care of them." Chen Jiajun stood up, picked up his coat, and said coldly, "Ya Qi, mobilize the men and have the Corleone Family and all Mafia casinos suspend business tonight."

"What if they refuse?" Ya Qi said with a ferocious grin on his face.

"Then fight," Chen Jiajun said coldly. "Since they want to see me go crazy, I will go crazy for them to see. Once the fighting starts, have the remaining brothers sweep through everything, including the venues of the Shui Fong, 14K, Tai Kuen, and Sheng Yi Hall—leave none of them."

Clearly, Chen Jiajun was preparing to do something big.

That same night, Ya Qi went directly to the front of the Mafia casinos with his subordinate Imp Slaves.

And he drove away all the customers inside the casinos.

"Hong Hing? What are you trying to do?" A member of a Mafia family said with a look of apprehension upon seeing Ya Qi and the Imp Slaves behind him.

Ya Qi said arrogantly, "Nothing much, just telling you that since you've slighted our boss, there's no need to do business. Starting today, the casino is closed for seven days."

"On what grounds?" Although they knew Hong Hing had great influence in Macau, some still couldn't help but retort when faced with such overbearing words.

"On what grounds?" Ya Qi burst into loud laughter. "Brothers, they actually asked us on what grounds?"

At this, all the Hong Hing Imp Slaves followed suit and burst into laughter.

This burst of laughter made these Mafia guys fly into a rage from shame: "Macau is not a place where your Hong Hing can cover the sky with one hand."

"Is that so?" Ya Qi said with killing intent in his eyes. "Then today, we really do want to cover the sky."

As he spoke, he raised his hand directly, and the restless Imp Slaves under his command let out roars and charged toward these Mafia guys.

To deal with the Mafia, Ya Qi did not let his men use weapons; relying solely on the formidable physical fitness of the Imp Slaves, they taught these Gweilo a harsh lesson.

Under the assault of the Hong Hing fighters, these Italian Gweilo had almost no ability to resist.

Not only were the men beaten until their own mothers wouldn't recognize them, but the casinos were also smashed to pieces.

Logically speaking, such a scene was clearly enough to make these Italian Mafia use firearms.

But strangely, not only did Hong Hing not use firearms, the Italian Mafia also appeared very restrained.

Both sides seemed to have reached an agreement, and there wasn't even a single case of death.

The most serious injury was just some unlucky guy who got his chest stepped on and broke two ribs.

This conflict was simply like a show.

As for the other triads, they didn't have such good luck.

Especially the 14K, Shui Fong, Tai Kuen, and Sheng Yi Hall—they were simply having a streak of terrible luck.

The Imp Slaves struck with both cruelty and venom; not only were their venues swept, but the underlings guarding the venues were also left dead or injured in droves.

The most terrifying thing was that they didn't even know it was Hong Hing who had made the move.

That night, the entire Macau fell into chaos; there were police sirens and gunfire everywhere, and the Macau Judiciary Police canceled all police leave on the spot, sending everyone out to patrol the streets.

And their big boss was everywhere, looking for the source of this chaos: Chen Jiajun.

At this moment, Chen Jiajun was in He Xin's mansion, meeting an important guest.

It was precisely because of this guest that the men under Chen Jiajun and the Italian Mafia didn't truly start a war.

And this mysterious guest was none other than the third-generation Godfather, Vincent Corleone.

"A Jun, this is Vincent." He Xin introduced him to Chen Jiajun with a smile.

Before Chen Jiajun could react, the handsome young man in front of him reached out his hand and said with a gentle expression, "I have long admired your great name, Mr. Chen."

"Hello, Godfather." Since one shouldn't strike a smiling face, and Vincent had traveled all the way from the United States to handle this matter, there was no need for Chen Jiajun to appear aggressive.

After all, to put it bluntly, this matter didn't actually have much to do with the Mafia.

They were just being used by others; if one were to talk about grudges, the two sides had almost no grudges at all.

After Vincent sat down, he got straight to the point: "I apologize to you, Mr. Chen, for the foolish things my family members have done. Even on the other side of the ocean, I have heard many of Mr. Chen's deeds."

"I even heard that even that mysterious High Table suffered a significant loss at your hands?"

Hearing Vincent's flattery, Chen Jiajun found it even harder to get angry, so he could only nod helplessly and say, "You flatter me."

Vincent smiled and said to Chen Jiajun, "I have roughly understood the course of events, and I think we were both played by someone. What do you think?"

Chen Jiajun lit a cigar and said, "I understand this logic, but you must also understand one point: this incident did indeed happen inside your casino, didn't it?"

"Of course, of course." Vincent said with a smile, "I understand this logic very well. I know that you Chinese people take face very seriously—sometimes even more than life."

Vincent was not someone who knew nothing about other gangs; during the era when his uncle Michael Corleone was in power, the Corleone Family had dealt with many Chinese gangs.

Most of those Chinese gangs that went to the United States from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan could be said to be of the same origin as the gangs here, so Vincent had specifically studied them for a period of time.

"Since you also know this, this incident was clearly unavoidable," Chen Jiajun said indifferently.

Vincent shook his head and said, "No, of course it was avoidable. I have an idea. I wonder if Mr. Chen would be willing to listen?"

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details," Chen Jiajun said, raising an eyebrow.

Vincent smiled and said, "Since conflict is unavoidable, we can control this conflict within a certain scope. Let your men have a fight with mine. If they lose, Mr. Chen, you can just pretend this never happened. How about that?"

"And if they win?" Chen Jiajun immediately showed an interested expression upon hearing Vincent's words.

Vincent said very straightforwardly, "Several Mafia families in Macau will publicly apologize to you, Mr. Chen, and at the same time, help hand over the person who framed your brother-in-law. How about that?"

Hearing Vincent's words, Chen Jiajun did indeed have a great change in his perception of this third-generation Godfather.

After all, the Vincent Corleone he knew was a guy who was irritable, hot-tempered, and very lecherous.

This guy even almost hooked up with his own cousin, who was Michael Corleone's daughter.

No matter which way you looked at it, this Vincent seemed like a brainless piece of work.

But today's performance was the exact opposite, which made Chen Jiajun feel very curious: "However, what benefit do I get from doing this? Mr. Victor once said this: 'Everything I have done with my power, including some sins, is only to protect my family and my friends.' Now, my family has been harmed."

"But this isn't our problem, is it?" Vig spread his hands and said, "If you go on a killing spree, it will only make those guys pulling the strings behind the scenes even more pleased."

As Vig spoke, he reached out his hand and continued, "Mr. Chen highly respects my grandfather, so how about I use a quote from Victor as a reason to persuade you? 'I believe in friendship, and I am willing to be the first to offer my friendship.'"

Chen Jiajun was silent for a moment, then reached out a hand and shook hands with Vig. (End of chapter)