Chapter 5: Loyalty Added with a Full Meal

Brother Wuya could hardly stomach such words; it had always been him telling others to get lost, never anyone else barking at him to get lost!

He slammed the table and stood up, pointing at Chen Jiajun as he cursed: "Screw you! Who do you run with? I'm East Star's Wuya!"

Seeing that Brother Wuya had lost his temper, the other few Majai also stood up one after another.

Seeing a brawl about to break out, Chen Jiajun said calmly:

"I'm from Hung Hing, Liangzai Jun. Ever heard of me?"

At the same time, Dumu took a large step forward, his terrifying physique planted right in front of Wuya, and he said viciously:

"You punks, I, Dumu, am going to eat at the biggest table. Are you going to move or not?"

The Demon Slave also didn't know when he had circled behind them, the two of them blocking them in from front and back.

Even though there were only two of them, Dumu and the Demon Slave, in terms of momentum, these East Star Majai felt as terrified as if they were surrounded by an army in a battle formation.

Dumu's two-meter-two, muscle-tank-like build brought a strong sense of oppression to Wuya.

And that Demon Slave didn't look like an easy character to deal with either; that physique of his looked absolutely terrifying too!

Damn, speak of the devil and he appears.

So, this was Liangzai Jun and his two subordinates!

Facing this situation that didn't feel right, without needing a reminder from the shrewd Xiaomianhu, Wuya decided that a wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him, and he promptly restrained his angry expression:

"Oh, so it's Brother Jun and Brother Dumu!"

"It is I, Wuya, who failed to recognize a superior."

"You guys take your time eating, put the bill on me!"

"Let's go!"

Before leaving, Wuya even tried to curry favor; he wasn't as brainless as imagined.

After all, the gap in strength was right there; these few small fries of theirs weren't enough to take a single punch from the other side.

He wouldn't do something as stupid as an egg hitting a rock.

This scene left the customers in the food stall filled with astonishment.

East Star, as one of the five major societies in Hong Kong, the reputation of the Tung Sing Five Tigers was naturally as loud as it could get.

Temple Street was a mix of all sorts of people; almost everyone knew Xiashanhu Wuya.

And yet, Brother Wuya actually lowered his head in front of this young man?

Who exactly was this handsome guy?

"Boss, clear the table!"

With someone else paying, Chen Jiajun was naturally happy; he flicked his finger, sending his cigarette butt flying away.

Not to mention the Demon Slave, who was a freebie,

but this tough guy Dumu didn't have high demands for life, except for food, where his demands were extremely high!

He had to eat well and eat his fill!

And every time he ate, he had to eat at the biggest table!

This was also the reason why Dumu had taken the initiative to act just now without orders, because Wuya had occupied the biggest table!

Wuya departed calmly.

One must know that the honest fear the fierce, and the fierce fear those who don't fear death.

With the builds and momentum of these two people in front of him, if they didn't fear death, they could probably take on dozens of him!

"Walk slowly, Brother Wuya..."

The boss accompanied them with a fawning smile, hurriedly seeing Wuya and the others out of the food stall.

And the customers around the food stall spoke in even lower voices, terrified of provoking an existence even more frightening than Brother Wuya.

For a simple meal at the food stall, Chen Jiajun ordered whatever was expensive, and the three of them ate over twenty thousand dollars!

However, Chen Jiajun didn't need to foot the bill for this money, so he ate without any burden.

The three of them being able to eat over twenty thousand wasn't just because the dishes ordered were too expensive,

but also because Dumu and his Demon Slave had truly massive appetites!

One person's appetite could top that of ten people!

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Jiajun smoked a cigarette; at this moment, the biggest problem lay before him.

How to make money?

One must know this was the Money-Adding System,

if there was no money, Dumu wouldn't act,

and keeping thugs with such massive appetites was also a not-insignificant expense.

Never mind the future; looking at the current situation, Chen Jiajun probably couldn't even afford tomorrow's meal money.

Hong Kong was currently in an era of rapid development; as long as one seized a few opportunities, making money was very simple.

He firmly believed this, and he had a very deep understanding of Hong Kong's stock market history, knowing there was a monster stock this year that could multiply several times over!

But the beginning of all things is difficult!

He needed startup capital!

Just as he was thinking, Dumu placed his rice bowl on the table: "Full."

"Haha, good brother! As long as you're full, let's go!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand; he had just had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good way to make money.

That was to rob!

Societies like East Star basically all had a lot of dirty money.

Robbing dirty money, what a brilliant idea!

He would not have any psychological burden either!

Dumu looked at Chen Jiajun's back and nodded to himself.

【Congratulations, the loyalty of Doomguy has reached the requirement; gifting you Doomguy's exclusive war vehicle as your ride.】

Holy shit!

The loyalty requirement was met just by eating a full meal?

Chen Jiajun turned his head and looked at Dumu; he didn't even dare to imagine what kind of life Dumu had been living in the system space before.

There was a hint more respect in Dumu's eyes toward him, but it was only a hint.

If he wanted to get him to take action, without money, it would probably be out of the question.

But gifting an exclusive war vehicle was something Chen Jiajun hadn't expected.

Chen Jiajun communicated with the system with anticipation and discovered that this exclusive war vehicle could be summoned into reality, and it could even be transformed into any appearance Chen Jiajun liked!

After thinking about it, Chen Jiajun designed the exclusive war vehicle to be his favorite Mercedes-Benz G63 6X6.

This vehicle wouldn't be produced until the 21st century; placed in the present, it was absolutely an advanced concept and design!

Once the design was finished, Chen Jiajun hurriedly found a place with no people and no surveillance to summon the war vehicle.

In an instant, a six-wheeled off-road monster appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

Grand, domineering!

The interior of this Mercedes-Benz G was almost identical to that 21st-century model, and perhaps even more high-end.

Placed in the present, it was absolutely advanced and high-class.

Comfortable!

Lying in the car, looking at the starry sky.

Chen Jiajun closed his eyes in happiness.

"This life, it's getting more and more promising!"

Waking up the next day.

Chen Jiajun saw a message on his Pager: "A-Jun, this is B Ge, come back to the branch immediately, I have something to discuss with you!"

The tone was unfriendly; it seemed like something was up!

Five minutes later.

Chen Jiajun drove the Mercedes-Benz G63, heading toward Causeway Bay in a grand manner, drawing side-glances from countless people along the way.

After all, the car was too cool, and Dumu, sitting inside, looked like he was associated with "organized crime" and "criminal gangs."

Compared to him, those hoodlums from the 14K, Tung Sing, and Hung Hing looked simply delicate and kind-hearted.

Driving all the way to the Causeway Bay Branch.

Chen Jiajun got out of the car, and just then, Dalao B appeared at the entrance of the boxing gym with Chen Haonan and the others.

Dalao B, who was 168cm tall, felt a wave of murderous aura and oppression rushing toward him upon seeing the sturdy and burly Dumu and the Demon Slave.

He, who had originally intended to give Chen Jiajun a lecture, actually forgot how to speak for a moment.

(End of chapter)