Chapter 388: Fleecing the Sheep

The vehicles sped along, heading toward a factory in the New Territories.

Meanwhile, Chihu discovered that something was not quite right.

Lin Guangjie had lost contact, and other sources of information in Hong Kong had simply vanished, leaving Chihu and his men blind.

Possessing a keen intuition, Chihu felt that remaining in Hong Kong was likely not a good thing, so he planned to take his men and leave Hong Kong immediately.

But just as they had finished packing and were preparing to leave, they ran head-on into Chen Jiajun, who had arrived.

Watching these people packed up and ready to leave in a hurry, Chen Jiajun immediately revealed a cold sneer: "Chihu? Coming to Hong Kong to do business without even a greeting—it seems you don't hold the local gangs in high regard?"

Chihu's pupils instantly constricted, because following Chen Jiajun's vehicle were over a dozen more, which had completely blocked off the exit.

Moreover, the people who had arrived were all heavily armed, clearly not people to be trifled with.

Chihu said with a gloomy face: "Who are you?"

Chen Jiajun gave a cold sneer and said: "Who I am is not important; I am here to seek justice for my brother."

As he spoke, A Jie stepped down from the vehicle, looking at Chihu with an indifferent expression.

Chihu suddenly realized: "So it was you. It seems the assassins I hired failed to finish you off; to think you actually survived!"

"You certainly admit it readily!" Chen Jiajun said lightly: "Tell me, what did you want to do by seizing this batch of Rocket Fuel? It could have been bought with money, so why go through all this complicated trouble?"

Chihu sneered: "I am under no obligation to answer you!"

"People from Japan are all the same, stubborn to the end!" Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "Since you aren't willing to talk, I will beat you until you do!"

With that, Chen Jiajun said coldly: "Except for this guy Chihu, leave no one else alive!"

Hearing Chen Jiajun's order, the Imp brothers under his command yelled and charged straight in, and the two sides immediately clashed into a brawl.

With both sides having sufficient firepower, the sound of gunfire merged into a continuous roar.

Countless bullets flew wildly throughout the factory.

But Chen Jiajun didn't take this small scene before him to heart at all; instead, he lit a Cigar and stood by with A Jie to watch the show.

A Jie said to Chen Jiajun: "Leave this Chihu to me later; I want to slaughter him with my own hands!"

Chen Jiajun patted A Jie on the shoulder and said: "Of course, no problem, but I don't think you are a match for this guy!"

"Huh? Everyone has two arms and one head, why do you say I'm not his match?" A Jie said with dissatisfaction.

Chen Jiajun said irritably: "The man practices Sword Dao every day; look at how fierce he is—if you go up there, you're basically serving yourself up on a platter!"

A Jie watched Chihu fighting bravely in the crowd, wielding a Samurai Sword in one hand and a Handgun in the other, actually managing to trade blows with Chen Jiajun's Imp brothers, which made A Jie feel a bit insecure.

However, the guy still stiffened his neck and said: "Damn it, I don't care! I must slaughter him with my own hands! Otherwise, I won't be able to swallow this anger!"

"You really want to fight?" Chen Jiajun looked at A Jie and said.

A Jie nodded: "Even if I can't beat him, I have to fight!"

Chen Jiajun sighed helplessly and handed him a bottle of Enhancement Potion he had obtained from the Doom Slayer's world.

"What is this?" Seeing the black, murky stuff Chen Jiajun pulled out, A Jie frowned deeply.

Chen Jiajun said lightly: "Poison. Drink it and you'll die."

A Jie scoffed: "Screw that!"

He took the Enhancement Potion directly and downed it in one gulp.

While A Jie was undergoing the enhancement, most of Chihu's men had already been killed.

"Bastard, fight me! Come over here and fight me!"

Chihu watched his trusted subordinates die miserably before his eyes, yet he was powerless to do anything about it.

The Imps wouldn't even look at him; whenever he charged up, they would simply toss him aside.

For Chihu, this was nothing short of a massive humiliation.

Looking at the grief-stricken Chihu, the now-enhanced A Jie looked arrogant: "You want to fight? I'll keep you company! It just so happens I'm ready to take my revenge!"

As he spoke, A Jie took out a Machete and walked in front of Chihu.

Seeing A Jie walk out, and only holding a Machete, Chihu's face immediately broke into a crazed smile.

He picked up his Samurai Sword and charged straight at A Jie.

The origin of this matter was that Chihu wanted to swallow A Jie's cargo and had hired people to assassinate him.

In the current situation, having the two of them end it was not a bad outcome.

A Jie also came from the streets; although he later switched to the arms trade, he hadn't let his knife skills get rusty.

When he went to some countries to sell arms, he even learned a few tricks from some of those countries' special forces soldiers.

At the very least, he was much stronger than Chen Jiajun's guy.

Facing Chihu, who was charging with a sword in each hand, A Jie stepped back to avoid the brunt of the attack.

Then, the Machete in his hand slashed toward Chihu's arm.

This series of subconscious movements was so fast that even A Jie himself hadn't reacted before he left a wound on Chihu's arm.

Chihu was also very surprised; he hadn't expected A Jie's speed to be so fast, not even giving him time to react.

"Bastard!" Chihu gritted his teeth, wrapped the wound on his arm with his clothes, and swung the Samurai Sword in his right hand toward A Jie's head.

This diagonal slash delivered in anger was fast and fierce; it could be said to be the sharpest strike Chihu had unleashed since he began practicing the Sword Dao.

Yet even so, in A Jie's eyes, it seemed like slow motion.

A Jie merely stepped back half a step, and the blade grazed his cheek and missed.

Then A Jie kicked out, and Chihu's entire body flew into the air, rolling on the ground several times before coming to a stop.

The pain in his abdomen twisted his face, but even so, he used his sword to prop himself up and stand.

"You guy, what kind of monster are you!" Chihu's eyes were red as he stared fixedly at A Jie, gritting his teeth.

A Jie spread his hands and said: "Trash is trash! You can't even take a single blow!"

"Baka!" Chihu roared, holding his sword with both hands and hunching over as he lunged at A Jie.

Seemingly accustomed to Chihu's movements, that flamboyant guy A Jie dodged Chihu's thrust with a single turn.

Following this, he used a backhand flick with the Machete in his hand, slashing across Chihu's back.

The pain seemed to stimulate Chihu; with his back to A Jie, this guy actually employed a suicidal fighting style.

He directly reversed the Samurai Sword in his hand and stabbed it downward from under his own ribcage.

The two were back-to-back at this moment; although this blade pierced his own ribcage, if it were effective, the tip of the blade would likewise pierce A Jie's chest.

This lethal strike carried the fierce intensity within Chihu's heart.

Unfortunately, it was still ineffective against A Jie, whose physical fitness was already several times his own; A Jie merely raised his Machete slightly to block Chihu's blade, then backhanded the knife into Chihu's chest.

Watching Chihu stagger and fall to his knees, A Jie let out a long sigh of relief and said flippantly to Chihu, "Alright, we're square now!"

"Dam... n it!" Chihu managed to utter his final words, and his head just hung down like that.

The blade A Jie had just used pierced his heart, completely severing his life force.

This Japanese man who had been stirring up trouble in Hong Kong finally died at the hands of A Jie.

After finishing off Chihu, A Jie said to Chen Jiajun with a smug look, "Did you see my skills just now? That little Japanese devil is no match for me at all!"

Chen Jiajun rolled his eyes and ignored him, instead telling his subordinates to hurry up and clean up the scene.

The commotion from the exchange of fire between the two sides just now was significant, and he estimated the Police would be arriving soon.

"Hey! What exactly was that poison you gave me to drink earlier? Are there any more? Give me two more bottles!" A Jie walked back, reached out to Chen Jiajun, and asked with a shameless, grinning face.

Chen Jiajun just said indifferently, "It's gone, I can't explain it to you, don't ask again!"

Chen Jiajun and A Jie had finished off Chihu, and news also came in from Ya Qi's side.

After the cargo ship set sail, it did not head to Japan, but went directly toward Laoag in the Philippines.

"Boss, should we intercept this cargo ship?" Ya Qi asked.

Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "No need. Coordinate with the Information Officer over in the Philippines, let them keep an eye on this batch of goods and see exactly who is taking over!"

The Ether Society was hidden very deep; Chen Jiajun would not act rashly without absolute certainty.

Doing so would only alert the enemy, and it would be difficult to catch the tails of these rats again next time.

Moreover, Chen Jiajun's intelligence network in the Philippines was not weak, so investigating the movement of this cargo was no problem at all.

After receiving the order, Ya Qi had no choice but to drop the matter.

After settling this, Chen Jiajun discussed with A Jie his plan to go to the Soviet Union once to fleece some wool from the now-dissolved Soviet Union.

Chen Jiajun had already had people prepare a large amount of daily necessities for this very moment.

A Jie seemed very excited about Chen Jiajun's proposal.

Last time, because the time was too rushed and a Soviet general was urging him intensely, A Jie had no time to pick out some good things and had to hurry back to handle the cargo business.

Now that there was a chance to go again, A Jie would certainly agree.

Thus, the two sides hit it off and prepared to set out immediately.

The two were going to discuss cooperation this time, and afterward, Chen Jiajun would certainly send cargo ships over in the name of Brunei.

So the two simply traveled light, taking a few people with them to the homeland.

The current situation in the Soviet Union was chaotic, but they were still very wary of outsiders.

Therefore, the only route the two could choose was to cross the river from Harbin in the homeland and head directly into the territory of the Soviet Union.

That bastard A Jie was quite familiar with matters in the homeland; along the way, he kept bragging to Chen Jiajun about knowing many cross-border traders here.

Chen Jiajun already had the identity of a patriotic businessman, so he traveled through the homeland without any obstruction.

That bastard A Jie also obtained the identity of Ahong Kong businessman to muddle through.

It was just that Chen Jiajun knew the homeland turned a blind eye to a guy like A Jie; otherwise, how could they not know this guy's identity?

After returning to the homeland, Chen Jiajun first went to Longkou to take a look.

Han Bin was managing things well there; he seemed to be naturally cut out for business.

Coupled with Chen Jiajun's reputation, he could be said to be the one with a triad background who was doing the best in Longkou.

As for the others? They were probably being closely scrutinized by Director Shi of Guangdong Province right now.

After staying in Longkou for a period of time, Chen Jiajun and his group headed to Guangdong Province to take a flight.

After two transfers, they arrived in Harbin and found the person who had come to meet them.

This guy was a friend of A Jie's and also did some small-time trading; they met while drinking, and his name was Liu Dachun.

With a dark complexion and a mouthful of yellowed teeth, he looked very honest when he smiled, more like a farmer than a businessman.

After seeing A Jie, he received the group very enthusiastically, and that same night they stayed at a hotel in Harbin.

The cross-border traders at the border seemed to live quite well; after Chen Jiajun entered a small hotel at the border, he had originally thought the environment here would be very poor.

But he didn't expect that inside the shabby-looking hotel, it was decorated so luxuriously, with thick velvet carpets laid directly from the entrance to the upstairs.

From inside the hotel came bursts of hearty laughter and cursing, and Chen Jiajun even saw quite a few blonde, blue-eyed foreign women here.

As soon as Liu Dachun and his few people entered, someone greeted them enthusiastically: "Old Liu, why did you just get here!"

Liu Dachun smiled and said, "Didn't I go to pick up friends? Come, come, come, let me introduce you. This is my friend Danny, a Big Boss from Hong Kong, and these are his friends here to have some fun!"

Although they were all cross-border traders, in the absence of conflicts of interest, they all seemed quite enthusiastic and directly invited Chen Jiajun and his group to sit down.

Chen Jiajun and A Jie were not polite, but after sitting down, Chen Jiajun found that this guy in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

However, when he subsequently heard Liu Dachun address this guy as Lao Mou, Chen Jiajun immediately remembered such a person.

This guy's life experience was a legend, and he himself had a very distinct personality.

It could be said that this guy created the myth of "empty-handed white wolf" (making something out of nothing), attracting the admiration of many young people.

This guy was the famous big-time swindler and big-time bullshitter, the awesome person who traded canned goods for airplanes.

Speaking of him, Chen Jiajun had once been crazily obsessed with him for a period of time.

After all, running to the Soviet Union empty-handed and relying on the business of reselling airplanes to propel himself to the position of the richest man was not something just anyone could do.

Moreover, this guy has nearly been killed twice, yet he is still able to jump around alive and well, which shows that this guy is extraordinary.

However, after Chen Jiajun was reborn, he had already seen too many legendary figures and had long since become numb to it.

Therefore, he did not show much reaction, and his whole person appeared very silent.

After all, they were not the same kind of people, and there was no need for Chen Jiajun to deal with this guy.

Even if he had to deal with him, he would have to guard against that glib tongue of his.

The number of people who have been swindled by Lao Mou is not just one or two! In later generations, some even called him a con artist directly.

These profiteers gathered together, and besides smoking, drinking, and fooling around with women, their greatest hobby was listening to people brag.

Finally, this hobby was exactly where Lao Mou excelled the most.

After a round of talk, he directly bluffed this group of uneducated profiteers until they were completely stunned.

Only Chen Jiajun and A Jie held back their laughter, shaking their heads quite helplessly. (End of this chapter)