Chapter 422: Fish Die, Net Breaks

"You aren't even certain?" Li Wenbin said, frowning.

Li Wenbin was one of the few people who knew about all of Chen Jiajun's forces; it was no exaggeration to say that the power in Chen Jiajun's hands could topple the regime of a medium-sized country at will.

Chen Jiajun did not offer much explanation; after all, saying such things to Li Wenbin now was useless, so he could only comfort him by saying: "You'll know after the handover! I'm not brushing you off; it's useless to say so much now. You'll understand once you experience more of it yourself."

Li Wenbin felt helpless and could only rise to take his leave.

His mind was filled with too many questions he wanted to ask, and since Chen Jiajun refused to speak, he planned to go talk to his father.

After seeing Li Wenbin off, Chen Jiajun summoned an Information Officer: "Keep an eye on the situation with the Gweilo, and contact me whenever there's an issue."

"Understood, Boss!" the Information Officer nodded.

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The next day, news that Huo Qingsong had high-profilely announced his control over the entire Red Oil business in Hong Kong spread rapidly.

This matter made people in the underworld look at him with newfound respect.

After all, everyone knew Huo Qingsong was just a hoodlum who came out of the Big Circle, and being able to reach this point now was enough to make many triads envious.

Of course, the few triads who knew the inside story didn't say a word, choosing instead to make their fortunes in silence.

The result of this was that the Red Oil dealers who had previously been strangling Huo Qingsong began to panic.

Before, it was a seller's market, and they could manipulate someone like Huo Qingsong however they wanted; after all, the source of the goods was in their hands, and if Huo Qingsong wouldn't do it, they could just switch to another partner.

Now, things were the exact opposite.

Huo Qingsong had obtained the initiative, which made people rather uncomfortable.

Unless these dealers wanted the Red Oil to rot in their hands, Huo Qingsong was an obstacle they couldn't get past.

Consequently, some oil dealers secretly reported this matter to Customs.

Especially to the Assistant Superintendent of Customs, Alfred.

This Gweilo had always treated the Red Oil business as their Customs money bag, so how could he not panic upon hearing this news?

He immediately ordered people to investigate the matter.

Subsequently, Alfred's expression turned grim.

The people he had sent out to deal with Huo Qingsong had all been sunk into the sea; not a single one survived.

After Huo Qingsong found his son, he sent his wife and children out of Hong Kong overnight, and they disappeared without a trace.

Then, he rapidly seized control of the entire Hong Kong Red Oil market, putting on a show of fighting for his life.

If there wasn't someone pulling the strings behind this, he would dare to gouge out his own eyeballs and step on them like lightbulbs! "These damn bastards! Damn it!"

Alfred went crazy in his office, smashing everything he could.

Dealing with Huo Qingsong hadn't been his idea; he was only responsible for raking in the money.

Anyway, with so many people doing Red Oil business in Hong Kong, switching to someone else would have been fine, but the current situation was genuinely affecting his income and that of the entire Customs department.

So, after calming down, he immediately went to see his superior, Commissioner of Customs Bonat!

"Bonat! We're in big trouble now!" Alfred said hurriedly: "That damn Huo Qingsong intends to go down with us!"

After listening to Alfred's account, Bonat's expression was also very ugly: "Go find Han Yili and have him check who Huo Qingsong has met with recently! Also, have someone prepare a car; I'm going to see Commissioner Youde!"

"In addition, go ask those few triads what benefits Huo Qingsong gave them to make them sell the Red Oil business in their hands to him! I want to know the result when I get back!"

"Yes, Commissioner!" Alfred said hurriedly.

He knew the Commissioner was anxious this time too; after all, they had always been involved in the Red Oil smuggling business, and it was no small business. Now that a problem had arisen, he, as Commissioner, had to give his subordinates an explanation.

Even though Chen Jiajun hadn't done any confidentiality work, the Hong Kong triads wouldn't reveal Chen Jiajun's information to these Gweilo.

Judging from the fact that Chen Jiajun had bought out the entire Red Oil business in Hong Kong, he definitely had some ideas in mind.

Who would dare to ruin Chen Jiajun's good deeds at a time like this, for fear of Chen Jiajun settling scores later?

Furthermore, the people in these triads had no affection for the Gweilo.

Before, they treated them like dogs that could make money, and after the ICAC storm passed, they went back to persecuting the hoodlums to death.

They would have to be crazy to touch this hornet's nest.

Therefore, no matter how the Customs people inquired, they couldn't get accurate information.

They only knew that someone was pushing this matter from behind.

Now the chessboard was set, and the pieces and players on both sides were in position; now it just depended on whose methods were more brilliant.

Although putting a guy like Huo Qingsong on the same level as Hong Kong Customs didn't seem very equal.

But that was the current situation.

Commissioner of Customs Bonat had secretly met with Youde and Han Yili at the Jockey Club the previous night, and the next morning, he had called Alfred over.

Seeing Bonat's exhausted appearance, Alfred's heart skipped a beat.

Things weren't being discussed very smoothly now; if they were, the Commissioner wouldn't have that expression.

"There's no choice in this matter; either finish off Huo Qingsong, or... you'll have to step down!" Bonat said very irritably.

Hearing this news, Alfred was struck as if by lightning and stammered: "Commissioner... Bonat... why is it like this? I was acting according to instructions! You can't push me out... you can't!"

Bonat glanced at Alfred and said: "You should understand, this is the rule of the game!"

"Damn it! Damn it!" Alfred roared like a wounded beast: "You can't do this!"

Bonat immediately spoke up to soothe him: "Calm down, calm down, Al! Things haven't reached the worst point yet. Isn't it enough if you just finish off Huo Qingsong? In the future, you can issue the licenses for the Red Oil business, just like the Police Force did back then. Think about how much you could rake in!"

Bonat had no other choice and could only try his best to soothe him.

After all, Alfred was an Englishman; they couldn't just throw him away after using him! If they did, who would be willing to work for them in the future?

"Right, it's all that damn Huo Qingsong!" Alfred's expression turned ferocious: "As long as we finish him off, everything will be fine!"

"But you have to be careful; the people behind Huo Qingsong might get involved," Bonat reminded him.

A cold light flashed in Alfred's eyes, and he said viciously to Bonat: "Commissioner, don't you have any help on your end?"

Seeing the look in Alfred's eyes, Bonat felt a jolt of alarm; if he said no, this guy definitely wouldn't mind dragging them all down with him.

When the time comes, I'll report this to the Independent Commission Against Corruption, and then nobody will look good! Thinking of this, Bonat hurriedly said, "How is that possible? If you're sent to handle matters, the higher-ups will certainly provide you with resources. Go down and prepare your men first; I'll take you somewhere when I get off work!"

Alfred nodded, then turned and left the Commissioner of Customs' office.

After work, the two of them took a car directly to a private club.

This type of club is generally not open to the public and only hosts members; it has become very popular in Hong Kong in recent years. They are usually used by wealthy individuals to network, much like Huo Yingnan's clubhouse, which is only open to leftist businessmen.

After arriving at the clubhouse, Alfred asked with a strange look on his face, "Why are we here?"

Bonat said impatiently, "You'll know when you wait!"

Soon, the door to the private room was pushed open, and two young men entered.

Alfred only recognized one of these two: Su Xingbai, the Yifeng boss who had previously done Red Oil business with him. He had never seen the other foreign man at all.

Bonat stood up and said, "Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Luo Wen! His background and strength are both very powerful. As for the other one... I suppose you already know him?"

Alfred sneered and said, "Of course I know him, Yifeng boss Su Xingbai!"

As he spoke, the guy suddenly erupted, grabbed Su Xingbai by the collar, and roared, "Fuck! Last time I sent people over to question you, you actually dared to brush me off!"

Su Xingbai let out a cold snort and smashed a fist into Alfred's face.

Seeing that he was about to make another move, Bonat immediately barked, "Enough! Is this the time for you to go crazy? If this matter isn't resolved, don't blame me for not showing mercy!"

Alfred wiped the blood from his nose and stopped with a cold snort.

Luo Wen smiled and said, "Don't be so agitated. Mr. Su Xingbai was invited by us to help!"

"Him... what can a hoodlum do?" Alfred said disdainfully.

Su Xingbai let out a cold snort and said, "Better than a piece of trash like you. You couldn't even finish off one person cleanly, and you actually let someone find Huo Qingsong's son!"

"What the fuck did you say?" Alfred was furious and wanted to go find trouble with Su Xingbai again.

But he was stopped by the Commissioner of Customs, who earnestly advised, "Whether or not you can get this done today depends on this Boss Su, so shut your bird mouth."

Although he was very dissatisfied with being suppressed by a hoodlum, Alfred wasn't truly going crazy, so he just let out a cold snort and stopped talking.

Su Xingbai also knew when to stop and didn't continue to provoke this stupid pig.

The two of them were the executors; the other matters were still for the Commissioner of Customs and Luo Wen to discuss.

Because it was a private transaction, even Su Xingbai didn't know exactly what the two had discussed.

On the way back, Luo Wen told Su Xingbai to bring his men and join Alfred to raid Huo Qingsong's villa that night.

In order to get Luo Wen on the hook, Su Xingbai specifically revealed that this matter was being pushed from behind by Chen Jiajun.

Luo Wen also wanted to cross swords with this Sir Chen who had made the Ether Society suffer many losses.

Thus, he instructed Su Xingbai, "The Gweilo is the main force in this; you must be careful of the black hand behind Chen Jiajun! Based on my understanding of this person, even if he throws out a chess piece to play, he certainly won't be at ease."

"You must preserve your own strength; we are only playing an auxiliary role in this matter."

Su Xingbai sneered in his heart, but on the surface, he said very respectfully, "Mr. Luo Wen is still looking out for us."

Luo Wen laughed and said, "Of course, you are a member of our Ether Society after all!"

Su Xingbai didn't believe a single word of that statement.

The reason he hadn't climbed out of the mud pit of Yifeng yet was precisely because these bastards in the Ether Society were too cautious and had never let him enter their core circle.

Although he had made quite a fortune over the past two years relying on the Ether Society's resources, he was still just a hired hand.

Su Xingbai had long since told Chen Jiajun about the Ether Society suddenly intervening this time.

He just didn't know if he could dig out enough information from the mouth of this guy Luo Wen.

Just as Su Xingbai was thinking, his phone suddenly vibrated; it was a message from Alfred's side.

They planned to raid Huo Qingsong's villa at eleven o'clock tonight.

"Eleven o'clock, Wanchai Pier!" Su Xingbai handed the phone to Luo Wen.

Luo Wen took a look, nodded, and said, "Caution is key! I also want to see the methods of this Sir Chen Jiajun!"

On the other side, at Huo Qingsong's home.

He had pulled back all the men he had in his hands.

As long as he could hold out for these few days, he would be able to become the Red Oil King of all Hong Kong.

When that time came, even the Gweilo would have to look at his face to do business.

Therefore, in his own villa, he specifically spent a lot of money to have someone prepare a banquet.

At the banquet, Huo Qingsong stood up, held a wine glass in his hand, and said, "Everyone knows the situation, so I won't waste words! As long as we can hold out through this period, everyone here will be able to get rich! And get very rich!"

Hearing Huo Qingsong's words, the faces of the people in the family flushed slightly.

They were originally just a group of "Big Circle" boys with little experience; they only had a foothold in Hong Kong by relying on Huo Qingsong's path.

Now that there was an opportunity to go further, no one would let it go.

As for having to risk their lives or people dying, that was precisely not within their range of consideration.

After all, every "Big Circle" boy was a ruthless person who lived with their heads tucked into their waistbands.

As long as they could make money, losing their little lives was simply not a big deal.

So after everyone drank a cup together, they began to imagine their lives after becoming rich.

This banquet lasted until about ten o'clock before breaking up, and everyone controlled themselves so as not to get drunk! After being wined and dined, everyone picked up their weapons and waited quietly for the Customs' revenge to strike.

By the time it was about eleven-thirty, many people were already feeling a bit sleepy.

But just at this moment, a gunshot rang out from outside, instantly making everyone sober up.

Huo Qingsong held a Handgun, a ferocious smile appearing on his face: "They're here!"

Following that, the gunfire became intense. Huo Qingsong took the lead in walking out of the villa, directing his men to launch a counterattack against the attackers in the darkness.

Don't look at the fact that Huo Qingsong didn't have many men; most of them were elites among the "Big Circle" boys, and many had been soldiers and fought in wars.

Under the command of their boss Huo Qingsong, they fought back and forth with the other side.

At this rate, even if there were twice as many men, there would be no hope of breaching Huo Qingsong's villa.

Of course, there is only tonight; Han Yili has controlled the Police Force and cleared out all the Police in this sector for tonight, so even if the fighting is intense, no one will interfere.

However, once daylight comes, Han Yili will not be able to cover this up; by then, if the police do not intervene, not to mention the citizens, he will not even be able to withstand the pressure from above.

Watching the direction of Huo Qingsong, which could not be taken for so long, Alfred grew anxious.

He immediately sent a signal to the variable Su Xingbai, intending to launch a pincer attack from both sides to crush Huo Qingsong's men. (End of chapter)