Chapter 4: The Reputation Begins to Spread

At this moment,

Jiaopi returned with Chen Haonan, Datian Er, and Chaopi, originally intending to settle scores with Chen Jiajun,

but upon seeing this scene that resembled Hell,

Chen Haonan couldn't help but shudder; even he could barely handle this sight!

"That, Juanmao Ge, I'll leave it to you. We'll be heading off first."

Chen Jiajun flicked his cigarette ash and tossed a pack of cigarettes to Juan Mao, who hurriedly caught it.

He noticed Chen Haonan, but only glanced at them once, ignored them, and left directly with Dumu and the Demon Slave.

"Nan Ge, what's the situation here?!"

Shanjie, who arrived late with weapons, stood frozen in place upon seeing this scene.

Before them, Juan Mao was arranging for a few nimble and efficient employees to clean up the scene.

"Came late; it wasn't us who did it."

Chen Haonan shook his head, his brows tightly furrowed as he wondered what was going on.

He had returned not just to help Jiaopi teach Chen Jiajun a lesson, but also to take care of Babi.

Just earlier in the Bar, Dalao B had promised him that if he took out Babi, he would promote him to Red Pole!

"That is?"

Shanjie saw that Chen Haonan and the others didn't even have their weapons and realized the situation.

Chen Haonan narrowed his eyes: "It should be A Jun."

"A Jun?"

"What makes him capable of taking out Babi?" Shanjie looked disdainful, clearly disbelieving.

That same night.

Causeway Bay Branch.

Dalao B sat in the main seat with an imposing air, listening to Chen Haonan's account.

"Da B Ge, that's how it happened. The Boss, Juan Mao, told us it was A Jun, Lanzai Jun, who took his men and finished off Babi."

After Chen Haonan finished speaking, he irritably pulled a cigarette from his pack.

"That's right, I ran into them today too. The biggest one, his arm was thicker than my thigh. No idea where Jun Ge recruited them from."

To the side, Jiaopi added with a grave expression.

"Juan Mao said Lanzai Jun only clashed with Babi to help him?" Dalao B looked at Chen Haonan expressionlessly and asked sternly.

Chen Haonan irritably flicked his cigarette butt into the ashtray:

"Yes, we look after Juan Mao's venue. Babi was causing trouble there and beat Juan Mao up, so Lanzai Jun took action."

Chen Haonan was indeed very annoyed.

If he had been the one to take out Babi today, he could have securely been promoted to Red Pole!

Instead, Lanzai Jun had interfered!

"Then it was just a coincidence." Dalao B sighed upon hearing this.

Among his many subordinates, he valued Chen Haonan the most.

On one hand, Chen Haonan was capable; on the other, Chen Haonan was obedient and easy to control.

As for Lanzai Jun, he was just a tool.

And Babi was an abandoned pawn of the Wo Luen Shing, arrogant and frequently bringing trouble to the society.

It was only out of respect for the reputation of the Wo Luen Shing that no one had moved against him, but recently Babi had crossed the line by messing with a fellow brother's wife, so Dalao B had tipped off the Dragon Head of the Wo Luen Shing.

Who would have thought...

"It's fine. In the underworld, as long as you dare to fight and struggle, there are plenty of opportunities."

"With me and Mr. Jiang backing you, are you still afraid you won't rise up?"

"Even if Lanzai Jun took out Babi, the Red Pole position won't be his."

Chen Haonan forced a smile: "B Ge, I know."

Jiaopi asked with a heavy heart: "B Ge, now that Jun Ge has recruited such fierce underlings, if we treat him like this, will it...?"

A sinister expression flashed across Dalao B's face, and he sighed:

"Lanzai Jun is just a fighter. He doesn't use his brain and isn't sharp enough. Look at him, just because he exchanged a few words with Babi, he went and killed him."

"How can a person like that rise to the top?"

"He can only be a blade, not the one holding the blade. Even if you let a person like that recruit a hundred fierce men, he won't be able to stir up any waves."

Inside the hospital morgue.

Jing Kun held back tears, disbelieving and furious, as he snatched a tissue from Sha Qiang's hand:

"Who is it, so bold! Daring to kill my sworn brother Babi?!"

Sha Qiang stammered: "It's Chen Jiajun, Dalao B's subordinate!"

To the side, a small starlet with a celebrity face and a seductive figure said with red eyes: "Kun Ge, don't be sad."

"Smack!"

Before she could finish, Jing Kun slapped her across the face:

"Screw you! Who's sad? Babi still owes me over 20 million. Now that he's kicked the bucket just like that, who am I supposed to collect that money from?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Kun grabbed the woman's head and pressed it down:

"I! AM! EXTREMELY! FURIOUS! RIGHT! NOW!"

……

Chen Jiajun had long since left the Hawaii Bathhouse.

Before leaving, Juan Mao had even specially offered him five thousand dollars as a tribute.

Thinking of Chen Haonan's unwilling expression, Chen Jiajun laughed out loud.

In a good mood, Chen Jiajun waved his hand grandly:

"Let's go!"

"I'll take you all to eat and drink the best!"

This paint-chipped large Golden Cup van by the roadside was one of Chen Jiajun's few assets.

Considering Dumu's weight of two or three hundred kilograms, and the fact that the Demon Slave also weighed over a hundred kilograms, Chen Jiajun had specifically removed all the rear seats.

Dumu pulled open the car door and plopped into the back row, causing the chassis to sink instantly.

Immediately after, the Demon Slave also sat in the front passenger seat, balancing out the weight.

While driving, Chen Jiajun could clearly feel that this ten-year-old Golden Cup van was bearing a weight it shouldn't have to at its age!

Traveling across the city, the Golden Cup finally stopped at Temple Street in Yau Ma Tei.

After getting out of the car, Chen Jiajun took the lead and walked at the very front.

The devilish muscle man, Dumu—who was like a mountain of flesh and a muscle tank—and one Demon Slave followed swaggeringly on his left and right.

Even though Chen Jiajun's height and build could already be considered tall and sturdy in Hong Kong, he still appeared somewhat small beside Dumu.

The three of them walked with an arrogant, unbothered gait, practically needing the words "Organized Crime" written on them.

Pedestrians dodged them in a hurry, leaving a three-meter-wide path specifically for Chen Jiajun and his group in the otherwise crowded Temple Street.

As a street with unique characteristics, Temple Street was also Hong Kong's most famous night market.

It was also the only legal night market recognized by the Hong Kong government, and it was a favorite spot for citizens in the Kowloon area to stroll.

Inside a street food stall.

Business was booming, and most of the seats were already full.

The Boss and the waiters were busy rushing about, while the best large table was currently occupied by the rising stars of Tung Sing—two of the Tung Sing Five Tigers, Xiashanhu Wuya and Xiaomianhu Wu Zhiwei.

"Big Brother, I heard that today a kid from Hung Hing called 'Punk Jun' finished off Babi!"

"It wasn't done by his own hand; it was done by a fierce guy under him named Dumu!"

"I heard that Dumu is a giant; he doesn't even blink when he kills."

"Damn, bragging so much, is it true or not? That so-called Punk Jun is just a Four-Nine Boy."

"Exactly, when our Brother Wuya was promoted to Red Pole, Punk Jun didn't even know where he was drinking milk!"

The few Tung Sing members were of extremely low character, their loud chatter shaking the sky, and they threw trash all over the floor.

The other customers were all angry but dared not speak, fearing they would provoke this group of punks.

Just then,

A handsome guy who looked just like a celebrity suddenly sat in an empty seat among them, smoked a cigarette, and said coolly: "You lot, give up the table and get lost to another one."

(End of this chapter)