Chapter 47: Settling Scores

At this moment, Dalao B had completely lost his mind.

He was insanely jealous of the bustling scene at Chen Jiajun's establishment.

If he could seize this opportunity to take out Chen Jiajun, he might be able to pocket Hennessy Road for himself.

By then, he, Dalao B, would still be that legendary Dalao B who shook the underworld.

"Fuck your mother, there's such a good deal?!"

"Do you dare or not? Don't worry, if you take him out, Hung Hing will absolutely not make a move. Mr. Chiang doesn't like the look of him either right now. Whether you can earn this money depends on yourself."

"Wait for my news." Hanging up the phone, Feihong ordered: "Brothers, get the gear ready!"

"Yes!"

Several underlings immediately went out to handle the task.

"Xiaojieba, come here!"

After dismissing the underlings, Feihong wore a fierce expression and waved at a young female gangster.

A young female gangster wearing a leather jacket, with a pretty face and figure, came before him, trembling.

Feihong said sternly: "Xiaojieba, you swore an oath before Guan Erye to acknowledge me as your Big Brother! As your Big Brother, I tell you to go steal a car and you don't even dare?!"

"Fei-Fei-Feihong-ge, I-I really have a-a small heart! Please give me another chance..."

The moment she thought about stealing a car to contribute to the gang, Xiaojieba felt her whole body trembling.

She was just a young female gangster who had recently joined under Feihong. She used to think that hanging out in the streets was cool, eating well and drinking well, but she never expected that she would be required to steal cars and money.

Feihong shook his head and said: "In our line of work, you must bring me a car every month. Now you're telling me you don't dare? You idiot! Do you think this is playing house? Do you believe I'll sell you off to a brothel?!"

"No-no, Fei-Feihong-ge, please give me another chance!"

Xiaojieba was clearly panicked, drawing a burst of loud laughter from the surrounding Changle underlings.

Arriving in Kowloon, the home turf of Changle's Feihong.

The motorcade stopped steadily, and Chen Jiajun got out of the car.

Pushing open the car doors, thirty young demon slaves also got out one by one, and that Changle underling was dragged down by the brothers.

Hearing the commotion outside, Feihong, wearing a large gold chain, looked over, and a group of Changle underlings also looked coldly at the opposite side.

They saw that the leader was tall and sturdy, wearing a royal blue suit, accompanied by a muscle tank over two meters tall, and dozens of people with an average height of over 1.8 meters, looking fierce and like professional brawlers.

Changle was only a second or third-rate minor gang in Hong Kong; where had they ever seen such a scene? For a moment, many Changle underlings felt their confidence waver.

Dozens of Changle underlings sat in the hall one after another.

Chen Jiajun walked up to Feihong, pointed at him and said: "You are Changle's Feihong? My name is Chen Jiajun. What did you say to me just now?"

Feihong looked up at Chen Jiajun and pointed to a seat: "Guests are welcome, sit!"

Chen Jiajun pulled out a chair and sat down, and Dumu sat down next to him.

Seeing this, the group of young demon slaves pulled out their chairs in unison and threw the car-stealing Changle underling onto the floor.

Watching Feihong without a word, Chen Jiajun lit a cigar, expressionless, looking like he was there to settle a score.

Feihong's expression stiffened. He had just taken a moment to inquire about underworld affairs and had received a series of explosive reports about Chen Jiajun, which made him panic instantly.

To tell the truth, he really didn't want to play for keeps with Chen Jiajun.

He had the manpower, and this was Changle territory, but he truly lacked the confidence, especially since the fates of people like Heishui Qiang, Dapu Hei, and Wang Bao were still fresh in his mind.

Lighting a cigarette, Feihong leaned back in his chair and said: "You've got guts, coming to my turf with so few people!"

Chen Jiajun took a puff of his cigar, spread his hands, and smiled without speaking.

Feihong took a puff of his cigarette and pointed with his index finger:

"I'm very familiar with Da B and Jing Kun. I heard you're very familiar with Jing Kun, so I'll give you some face. Someone offered 2 million tonight to have me take you out, but I didn't agree. Guess who it was?"

Looking at Changle's Feihong, many faces flashed through Chen Jiajun's mind, and he said expressionlessly: "I have so many enemies in Hong Kong, how would I know?"

Feihong shook his head and said: "Your former Big Brother, Da B! How about that? How are you going to thank me?"

In the blink of an eye, Feihong sold out Dalao B directly.

This is the underworld!

For Feihong, since it was a matter without certainty, he thought it over and decided not to do it; it was better to trade a favor instead.

After all, Chen Jiajun was so powerful now, while Dalao B was already the glow of a setting sun.

This was Feihong's way of conducting himself in the world.

Chen Jiajun raised an eyebrow slightly. He wasn't surprised by this answer, but he feigned a serious look: "Who?"

"Da B! Deng Zhiyong!" Feihong reiterated.

"Da B is worth nothing!" After saying this, Chen Jiajun pulled out a Browning Pistol, pressed it against the back of Feihong's head, and said lazily: "Brothers, get to work!"

"Clatter!"

"Clatter!"

"Clatter!"

Dozens of young demon slaves stood up and pulled out their gear one after another.

Dumu flipped the table over: "Let me see who dares to move?!"

The accompanying Yaqiluobei pulled out a samurai Long Knife and stayed close to Chen Jiajun's side. His role was similar to a bodyguard; after all, this fierce man was someone who could block bullets with a blade.

In the blink of an eye, the previously harmonious atmosphere became tense.

Seeing this, Feihong's underlings were all trembling like sieves, but since their Big Brother was in Chen Jiajun's hands, they had no choice but to puff out their chests.

Chen Jiajun said slowly: "I drank too much tonight. When a person drinks too much, their hands shake. You wouldn't want Feihong to have his head blown open like a flower, would you?"

Feihong's expression went from astonishment to anger, then to shock. He turned his head while pressed against the gun, staring fixedly at Chen Jiajun: "Don't move! Fine, Chen Jiajun, you've got guts. You don't care about underworld honor, right? Do you dare to pull the trigger?"

He had originally wanted to sell Chen Jiajun a piece of information to build a friendship, but he didn't expect the other party to be so unappreciative.

Chen Jiajun grinned and said, "Fuck your mother! Dalao B is my mentor! Feihong, do you think I'll believe you just because of your words? You're trying to sow discord, aren't you!"

"You're fucking crazy! I'm telling you the truth from the bottom of my heart, and you don't believe me? What benefit would I get from lying to you?!" Feihong cursed.

Chen Jiajun sneered, "How about this, you make a phone call to Dalao B, and I want to record it on video. Otherwise, with no proof, how can I believe you?"

"Fine, fine, fine!"

"Put the gun down first!"

Feihong's face flushed red; the saying that Hung Hing produces the best fighters is no joke.

And who is the most popular person in Hung Hing right now?

Liangzai Jun!

Who are the most badass fighters?

Liangzai Jun's subordinates!

A person's name is like the shadow of a tree.

A young demon slave brought over a video camera, and Chen Jiajun put away his gun and said, "Remember, just say you know a group of very powerful gunmen, you have one hundred percent certainty, but you need to raise the price, and tell him to bring a deposit in person, otherwise you'll be killed immediately."

Previously, he had no need to kill Dalao B; even if he took Dalao B out, he wouldn't get any good results, and instead, he would be left with a bad reputation for betraying his master and ancestors.

Now, he has already planted good fighters in the Causeway Bay Branch, and the Causeway Bay Five Tigers' trip to Macau has also completely failed.

The time is ripe!

If he doesn't take out Dalao B now, when will he?

He doesn't want to have to guard against Dalao B's sniped shots every single day.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Feihong was sweating profusely, took out his mobile phone, and immediately dialed Dalao B's number.

After the call connected, Feihong wiped his sweat while saying, "A B, it's me, Feihong."

"How did it go?" Dalao B said unhurriedly.

Feihong said, "A B, you also know that Chen Jiajun's subordinates are a bit tough, so using blade-wielders isn't secure, but I know a group of very fierce gunmen from the north. I have full confidence, but the price needs to be raised!"

After a moment of silence, Dalao B said, "How much more?"

"3 million, give me a deposit of 300,000 first!" Feihong said.

Dalao B gritted his teeth, "Fine, let's meet tomorrow, and I'll give you the deposit then."

(End of this chapter)