Chapter 318: 319. Chapter 319: A Killing Spree

319. Chapter 319: A Killing Spree

"How are things over at Bailu's side?" Chen Jiajun asked casually.

"Bailu is currently leading people in a tangle with the Water Room and Number Gang members. These guys were hoodwinked by Silva and thought they could definitely blow you to death," Ya Qi said with a smile.

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "No rush. Let Bailu play with them for a bit; I'll go over and take their lives myself in a moment."

Just as the two were talking, hotel staff hurried up.

For such a major scene, not only had fire trucks, ambulances, and police cars arrived, but the Macau Judiciary Police had even dispatched a helicopter.

Yet, when the police and fire personnel rushed to the presidential suite floor where Chen Jiajun was, they were dumbfounded on the spot.

Because Chen Jiajun and Ya Qi were sitting in front of the sofa that hadn't been blown up, chatting away, and even nodded in greeting to the arriving rescue personnel.

This left the police and fire personnel completely stunned.

Because according to normal human logic, almost no one could have survived this terrifying explosion.

The scene before them clearly exceeded everyone's comprehension.

Especially Bai De'an, who looked at Chen Jiajun with a face full of terror, yet also felt a sense of relief.

He was terrified because he didn't know how Chen Jiajun had survived such a horrific explosion, and relieved because Chen Jiajun was perfectly fine; otherwise, the mere influence of Hung Hing in Macau would have been enough to turn Macau into a battlefield.

Seeing Bai De'an walk over, Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "You shouldn't have anything to say now, right?"

Bai De'an remained silent, and after a moment, said to Chen Jiajun, "Mr. Chen, please come back with me to assist with the investigation."

"Fuck off." Chen Jiajun suddenly flew into a rage and cursed viciously at Bai De'an: "Investigate your ass. People have fucking launched a bomb attack, and you want me to go back with you to assist with the investigation?"

"I just didn't want things to go any further..." Bai De'an immediately explained.

Chen Jiajun couldn't be bothered to waste more breath on Bai De'an; he turned and walked away, saying coldly, "You can try to stop me."

Having said that, he took Ya Qi and left the presidential suite directly.

Bai De'an knew that letting Chen Jiajun go at this time would surely lead to a bloodbath, but he couldn't utter a single word to stop him.

"Shit, Macau is getting harder and harder to survive in," Bai De'an said viciously as he took off his hat and threw it on the ground.

Meanwhile, on the other side, at the Water Room's stronghold.

The Number Gang and the Water Room were locked in a life-or-death struggle.

They had already heard the explosion from the distant Pu'ao Hotel and immediately let out a strange, excited cry.

"Chen Jiajun is already dead." Gao Laofa raised his arms and roared loudly: "Finish off those Hung Hing boys; a reward of one hundred thousand for every one killed."

Zhou Chaohua, standing to the side, was equally excited and offered a high bounty.

As the saying goes, "Under heavy rewards, there are brave men," and even if the Hung Hing people were formidable, they couldn't resist the magic brought by money.

In such an atmosphere, the morale of the Water Room and Number Gang members soared, and they were actually able to trade blows evenly with the people Bailu had brought, no longer being crushed as they were before.

Bailu frowned and was just about to take action herself.

At this moment, Ya Qi suddenly ran over and had his men stop the attack.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "What's the situation on the scene?"

"The reinforcements for the Water Room and Number Gang have all arrived, blocking our brothers' advance with their numerical advantage. These guys say you're already dead and have even offered a bounty to stimulate their men's morale," Bailu said calmly. "I was just about to take action myself."

Chen Jiajun raised an eyebrow, laughed in anger, and said, "Brothers, hold your fire for now."

After Chen Jiajun's order was passed down, the Lesser Demon Slaves immediately stopped and returned to their positions.

This display of absolute obedience surprised everyone.

The people from the Water Room and Number Gang also didn't understand why the Hung Hing people had suddenly stopped.

But the next moment, Chen Jiajun walked out from the throng of Lesser Demon Slaves.

After scanning everyone present, he sneered and said to them, "I heard you've been spreading the word everywhere that I'm dead?"

The sheer power of Chen Jiajun's presence made everyone look on in awe.

Even facing the pitch-black muzzles of the crowd, he still displayed an aura of dominance.

This alone was something the new heads of the Water Room and Number Gang could never express.

Chen Jiajun puffed on a cigar, the smoke shrouding his face, making him look like a vicious dragon spitting gunpowder from its mouth.

Everyone his gaze swept over felt a chill run down their spines.

"When Bengyaju, Mo Dingping, and Shuifang Lai were still around, I actually held you guys in some regard," Chen Jiajun said coldly. "After all, they could at least be considered real underworld figures. Even if they ended up dead on the street, I could still remember what they looked like."

"But look at you now, you're not even as good as dogs, being played around by a Gweilo. You're truly fucking pathetic."

Chen Jiajun's torrent of abuse made the faces of the Water Room and Number Gang members look extremely ugly.

Many brothers in the gangs didn't even know what had actually happened until now.

But the gang leadership knew.

Especially the high-ranking members of the Water Room and Number Gang; they were clearly aware of the entire plan.

Many of the key steps were even handled by them personally.

Even Guan Shihua's tendons had been severed by the Number Gang.

Because they didn't dare to move against Chen Jiajun directly, they went after his woman's younger brother; if word of such a thing got out, their two gangs would never be able to survive in the underworld again.

"Chen Jiajun, enough talk. Since it's come to this, don't act so righteous," Gao Laofa steeled his heart, jumped out, and said viciously: "At worst, it's a fight to the death."

Things had already developed to this point; there was nothing left to say anyway.

They had pinned their hopes on Silva being able to blow Chen Jiajun to death, but now that Chen Jiajun appeared before them, it meant their plan had failed.

Chen Jiajun would certainly not let them off easily, especially those of them who were the masterminds behind this.

So Gao Laofa simply gave up on caution and planned to fight Chen Jiajun to the end.

"A fight to the death? You think you're worthy?" Chen Jiajun sneered in disdain.

Then, a massive sniper shot rang out, and Gao Laofa's entire body flew into the air.

By the time he hit the ground, he was already a corpse, a large hole blasted through his chest.

"Dalao Jun, you..." The people from the Shui Fong, seeing Chen Jiajun finish off their sitting head without a second word, all had extremely ugly expressions.

They had originally thought there was still a possibility of mediation, but Chen Jiajun had used his actions to prove that this was impossible.

Just as the people from the Shui Fong and the 14K were preparing for a desperate fight, a voice suddenly came over: "Slow down."

The crowd turned their gazes toward the person who spoke, discovering that it was actually a stranger walking over.

This person had a fake smile on his face, walked to the middle of the two sides, and said: "Big bosses, I am representing the San Francisco Hongmen Headquarters to mediate the conflict between both sides. I wonder if you big bosses could give me some face and sit down to have a proper talk?"

Hearing this guy's title, quite a few people were startled.

After all, the name of the San Francisco Hongmen Headquarters was too big; one could even say it was a place with a special status among all Chinese gangs.

But Chen Jiajun knew that this Hongmen Headquarters no longer had any relationship with the previous Wuzhou Hongmen Zhigong Hall.

The Zhigong Hall had long ago transformed into a formal political party, and the San Francisco Hongmen Headquarters was merely a North American gang with a special-sounding name.

So Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "Mediation? By what right do you come to mediate this matter? Who do you think you are? Mr. Situ of the Anliang Hall? Or Seventh Uncle of the Xiesheng Hall? If those two had come, I, Chen Jiajun, would definitely retreat three stages, but what kind of thing are you? You don't know your place."

Hearing Chen Jiajun's blunt words, the man's fake smile froze on his face on the spot.

It was his first time seeing someone who gave so little face, and he immediately felt like he couldn't step down from the stage.

"Mr. Chen, are you prepared to go against us Hong brothers?" The person who arrived said with a gloomy face: "Although I, Liang Yi, cannot be considered a big figure, I am representing the Hongmen this time. You won't even give this bit of face?"

"Hahaha." Chen Jiajun burst into loud laughter, murderous intent appearing in his eyes: "You have such big face. The Shui Fong and the 14K collaborated with the Gweilo to plant bombs in my hotel. Now that the plan has failed, you jump out to negotiate peace with me? Negotiate your stinking ass. Kill them for me, not a single person from the Shui Fong and the 14K is to be left alive."

Following Chen Jiajun's order, his subordinates, the young demon slaves and the Hung Hing fighters, lunged directly at the people from the two societies.

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

The two societies, which were already at the end of their rope, were beaten into a steady retreat by the people of Hung Hing.

Many subordinates even simply abandoned the big bosses of their societies and fled headlong.

Chen Jiajun looked down at Liang Yi from a high position and said disdainfully: "The Hongmen itself is already a scattered mess; are you even worthy of me giving you face?"

Although Chen Jiajun did not have anyone move against Liang Yi, this kind of disregard made him feel deeply humiliated.

After everything settled down, the entire hall was terrifyingly quiet.

Liang Yi took a deep breath and said: "Fine, worthy of being Chen Jiajun, I will remember this matter."

After finishing, Liang Yi turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait." Chen Jiajun suddenly spoke up and called out to this guy.

Liang Yi said impatiently: "What? You, Dalao Jun, still want to keep me here?"

Chen Jiajun said coldly: "Who allowed you to leave swaggeringly after spouting nonsense in front of me?"

Liang Yi's pupils immediately shrank, and he said sternly to Chen Jiajun: "Chen Jiajun, you dare!"

Chen Jiajun did not answer him; what answered him was the sound of a gunshot.

A bullet hit Liang Yi's right leg directly, causing him to scream and kneel down.

Chen Jiajun looked at him coldly and said: "You dare to clamor in front of me without any ability? Not taking your dog life is entirely out of respect for those predecessors. Get lost! Matters in the Greater Bay Area do not need you overseas Hongmen to interfere. Whoever the hell dares to reach out, I will chop off their hand."

Liang Yi did not dare to say any more nonsense now and immediately had his subordinates support him as he quickly left the scene.

Looking at the blood-drenched hall, Chen Jiajun said coldly: "Ya Qi, Bai Lu, take people and drive the Shui Fong and the 14K to extinction for me. I want to pull up their flags."

"Yes, Boss."

The two were excited and immediately mobilized their men to head directly toward the headquarters of the two societies.

The next morning, on the surface, it was calm and peaceful.

It was as if the countless gunshots from last night were just like setting off firecrackers.

Even though many people heard the gunshots and called the police, the police acted as if they had heard nothing.

The Macau police officer Bai De'an even stayed in his mansion all night pretending to be sick.

It was not that he did not want to manage it, but that he simply could not manage it.

The strength Chen Jiajun displayed made not only those societies but even the police feel their scalps go numb.

The Shui Fong and the 14K, which had originally given the police endless headaches, were wiped out overnight.

Even their flags were directly pulled up by people.

How could Bai De'an afford to provoke such a Hung Hing?

He could only play dumb and act like he knew nothing; this way, it was good for you, good for me, and good for everyone.

As for those underground forces in Macau, each one was as obedient as a quail.

Even the most insane Big Circle Gang had pulled back all their men and locked their doors tight.

When they went out the next morning to inquire about news, they only then learned that the forces of the Shui Fong and the 14K in Macau had been completely eradicated.

Soon, what Chen Jiajun did in Macau spread directly to other parts of the Greater Bay Area.

Especially among those societies in Hong Kong, there was a sense of everyone feeling in danger.

Chen Jiajun could wipe out the Shui Fong and the 14K in Macau, so could he wipe them out too?

Would Dalao Jun think about doing the same as in Macau and want to carry out a "Ching Yee Sik" in Hong Kong?

For a time, throughout the entire underworld, everyone turned pale at the mention of Hung Hing.

Even the venues watched by Hung Hing had no people from other gangs daring to enter, fearing that Chen Jiajun would find an excuse to pull up their flags.

As for Chen Jiajun himself, he was currently a guest at He Xin's mansion.

"I say, you kid really dealt a heavy hand this time." He Xin said to Chen Jiajun with quite a bit of emotion.

To tell the truth, after truly witnessing Chen Jiajun's strength, let alone others, even He Xin felt some wariness toward Chen Jiajun.

Since Chen Jiajun already had the title of "Hong Kong King," would he want to add the title of "Macau King"?

Fortunately, after Chen Jiajun pulled up the two flags, he had no other actions.

His subordinates also quietly left Macau.

Plus, with his relationship with He Tian'er, He Xin felt that this kid should not make a move against him.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "This matter is far from over. The Water Room and the Number Gang are just a bunch of fools being incited; the real mastermind behind the scenes has yet to be found."

"Oh?" He Xin's heart stirred. "There is such a figure in Macau? Who is it?"

To have forces on Macau's turf that he was unaware of truly made He Xin somewhat surprised.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "Xin Ge, it is better if you do not know. This guy is a madman; you have seen for yourself that he even dared to bomb my suite, so it is inevitable he might do something irrational."

This guy Silva is, after all, a wanted fugitive who defected from MI6.

If pushed too far, what wouldn't he do?

Chen Jiajun did not intend to tell He Xin about such dangerous matters.

He Xin nodded. "Alright, I won't ask then. But you won't be making moves against other forces in Macau, will you?"

Chen Jiajun did not take He Xin's little ulterior motives to heart.

He did not have any special thoughts about the Greater Bay Area; after all, as someone who knew the general trend, he certainly would not do something brain-dead like opposing the country.

If he really needed territory, Chen Jiajun would rather go develop Brunei.

The fangs Chen Jiajun displayed were not just for the underground forces, but also for people like He Xin.

The Gweilo of England were also very wary.

At this time in Hong Kong, at the Government House.

The current Governor Youde, Foreign Secretary Baron He Wei, and the Hong Kong Police Force's Han Yili had all arrived.

He Wei took a document, placed it on the table, and said to the two, "Gentlemen, I believe you have already heard about what happened in Macau, haven't you?"

Youde's face was very ugly, because Chen Jiajun had done things beyond his expectations more than once.

Yet, on the England side, there was not even a good way to restrain Chen Jiajun.

In just a few short years, Chen Jiajun's power had actually expanded to this extent.

If it were not restrained now, I am afraid they would have to pack up and get out before '97.

Before, they did not deal with Chen Jiajun because they felt it was unnecessary, but now they had to take action.

The England Gweilo certainly would not so easily give up Hong Kong, this treasure land they had managed for many years and which could bring them a continuous stream of wealth.

They even had many arrangements that had not been completed in Hong Kong.

Once Chen Jiajun really went crazy, they would certainly suffer heavy losses.

Youde nodded and said, "I have already heard reports. Baron He Wei, do you have any ideas?"

He Wei took off his glasses with a headache, rubbed his brow, and said, "I have thought about many, but none are effective. The result would either be us having a fight with Chen Jiajun, or watching Chen Jiajun's power continue to grow until he eventually drives us all out."

Han Yili, who was to the side, frowned and said, "Is there no compromise?"

He Wei gave a bitter smile and said, "At least I haven't thought of one. This Chen Jiajun is like a rock that is both smelly and hard; we have used many methods over these years. Whether it was soft tactics or hard pressure, we haven't gained any advantage in his hands."

Thinking of the previous failures, He Wei felt a sense of not knowing where to start.

Youde held the same view: "If we are too hard-line, it will certainly lead to mutual destruction, and by then we will be a laughingstock internationally."

Han Yili had not been transferred for long, and although he understood the triads in Hong Kong very clearly,

he really did not know too much about Chen Jiajun.

So he suggested, "What about some unconventional methods?" (End of chapter)