Chapter 569: Monster

"What a fool, being played for a complete idiot!"

Inside the presidential suite of the Peninsula Hotel, Mr. Song and Chen Jiajun were drinking.

Watching the police motorcade pass by downstairs, he couldn't help but curse.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "It's just greed. Li Yanming's superior is a good judge of character, so it's right that he hasn't been promoted in over a dozen years!"

"The South Koreans are getting ready to take the DC8 now, right?" Mr. Song turned his head to ask.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Of course, they've probably already taken the item to the Pier! But, I don't think they'll be able to board the ship; it's more likely they'll be shot to death in a hail of bullets!"

"Huh, how does 'The Red' accurately track the South Koreans' movements?" Mr. Song asked curiously, then suddenly realized and said, "Oh, right! There's also that Professor Zhao Zhiren!"

"Tsk, that Professor Zhao Zhiren is very suspicious!" Chen Jiajun nodded and said, "If he isn't 'The Red' himself, he's likely one of 'The Red's' Messengers!"

Mr. Song nodded and said, "I think so too!"

"But there's no need to rush. Once I capture his female Messenger, everything will be clear!" Chen Jiajun sneered, "Their plan is almost complete, and we are about to close the net!"

"Hahaha!" Mr. Song laughed loudly, "It's a good thing I sought out you, A Jun, earlier. Otherwise, being led on by that professor, I think even if the elite of the Hong Kong Police were deployed, there would likely be problems in the end."

"But A Jun, the DC8 cannot have an incident in Hong Kong, otherwise we will be very passive!"

Chen Jiajun said confidently, "Don't worry, I have already sent my two most capable subordinates to handle it; there will absolutely be no problems."

To be safe, this time tracking the DC8, Chen Jiajun not only sent out Ya Qi, but also sent Lao Yu.

Under the protection of these two, Chen Jiajun didn't believe there was anyone in this world who could snatch the DC8 from him! "As long as you're confident! Cheers!" Mr. Song said with a relaxed expression.

"Cheers!" Chen Jiajun also raised his wine glass.

Cui Minhao and Pu Yuzhe were driving their vehicle at almost escape speed, racing along.

They had tricked the DC8 out of the hands of the Hong Kong Police.

At this moment, they were very afraid that this matter would be discovered by the Hong Kong Police.

So Cui Minhao immediately contacted Shen Meijing, an Information Officer active in Hong Kong, Macau, and other places.

After the call connected, Shen Meijing asked, "What's the situation on your end?"

Cui Minhao did not hide anything and said directly to Shen Meijing, "The DC8 is already in our hands. Professor Zhao Zhiren told us that the South Korean representative is in an office building in Admiralty, and the method to send the weapon there is very dangerous. He gave me an address for a Pier; I will send the address to you immediately!"

"Okay!" Shen Meijing was stunned for a moment, then immediately said to Cui Minhao, "I will contact the representative immediately and tell him to send people to support! I will return to Hong Kong immediately, but it will be a bit late!"

"There is one more point, it's very important! You pass the news to the underworld, just say that the DC8 has returned to our hands and has already left Hong Kong, so as to avoid anyone else targeting Hong Kong." Cui Minhao said immediately.

Cui Minhao was well-intentioned; after all, if the DC8 remained in Hong Kong, perhaps Hong Kong would suffer a terrorist attack.

However, this approach of theirs was clearly unreasonable.

If investigated, it would certainly lead to serious trouble for them, so they had to leave Hong Kong quickly.

Hearing Shen Meijing agree, Cui Minhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The female Messenger had escaped, and she had escaped right in front of Li Yanming.

But this was not what Li Yanming was most furious about; what he was most furious about was that he discovered the Graphite Box in the car containing the DC8 was, goddamn it, empty.

Li Yanming did not believe the female Messenger had the ability to swap the DC8 right in front of so many of their Police officers.

Then there was only one possibility: there was a mole within the Crisis Group.

Li Yanming had already considered this matter before, but the incident happened too suddenly and simply left him no time to think.

Now it was a mess; the suspect was lost, and the DC8 was also lost.

As the leader of this Crisis Group, he would have to take all the blame.

So after returning to the Crisis Group, he frantically smashed up the office to vent his anger.

However, after calming down, he had his subordinates pull all the communications from the Crisis Group base. Soon, he discovered a communication record belonging to Zhao Zhiren.

Although it was a very simple sentence, Li Yanming was suspicious of everyone at this moment, so he immediately began to break down and carefully study Zhao Zhiren's words.

Soon, Li Yanming cracked the code; the content of the code was asking for his location.

From this moment on, Li Yanming figured out many things.

So he immediately got up, taking a few of his subordinates to prepare to find Zhao Zhiren.

Fan Jiaming saw Li Yanming taking action, so he asked, "Do you really not need help?"

"No need. If I guessed wrong, I have a file on my computer; if I guessed right, you take my position!" Li Yanming said to Fan Jiaming, full of confidence.

Soon, Li Yanming drove directly to Zhao Zhiren's home.

"Li Sir, do you really not need us to follow?" A subordinate said to Li Yanming with some hesitation.

Li Yanming just waved his hand and then walked into Zhao Zhiren's home alone.

At this time, Zhao Zhiren had already changed into a bright red outfit; what this represented was self-evident.

Seeing Li Yanming had found him, Zhao Zhiren smiled and said, "Looking for me?"

Li Yanming nodded and sat down: "I came back from Macau and kept thinking, why! Why is it that every time I take action, 'The Red' is one step ahead of me? So... you are 'The Red'!"

Zhao Zhiren did not deny it, but instead nodded.

Li Yanming continued, "The United States and South Korea have both been looking for you for so many years and couldn't find you; I feel very honored!"

Zhao Zhiren smiled and said, "Knowing I am 'The Red', and you only brought so few people?"

"Mr. Song hasn't left yet; even if I am certain, I can't let this credit go to him!" Li Yanming said very bluntly.

Zhao Zhiren pointed at him and said, "Your personality will be the death of you! So eager to claim credit!"

Li Yanming did not speak; he certainly would not admit to this point.

Unfortunately, Zhao Zhiren had no interest in playing guessing games with him, shook his head and said, "Alright, since that's the case, our conversation ends here!"

As he spoke, a burly man suddenly appeared in the room and locked Li Yanming's neck from behind.

Zhao Zhiren said indifferently, "You are too eager for success, this will make you blind!"

While Zhao Zhiren was speaking, his subordinates quickly cleaned out the few Police officers downstairs.

Li Yanming was grabbed by the throat and began to struggle frantically.

Unfortunately, no matter how he struggled, the burly man's arm was like an iron hoop.

Soon he stopped breathing, and his pupils dilated.

Watching his subordinate finish off Li Yanming, Zhao Zhiren asked, "Still no news about those two?"

The burly man shook his head: "No, I think Hong Kong is no longer safe; you should leave quickly!"

Zhao Zhiren sighed, nodded, had his subordinate pour gasoline inside his house, and prepared to light a fire before leaving.

But at this moment, a burst of footsteps arrived, causing both Zhao Zhiren and the burly man to change their expressions.

The burly man immediately drew his gun and hid behind the door, ready to launch an attack at any time.

A moment later, the footsteps drew closer, and the burly man immediately pointed his gun at the doorway.

But at this time, a thick arm punched directly through the door panel and grabbed the burly man's gun-wielding hand. The burly man was someone who excelled in strength, yet under this arm, he didn't even have room to resist.

Subsequently, Dumu smashed a fist directly into the burly man's chest, causing the burly man to collapse on the spot, spitting blood.

Once Dumu had finished off the burly man, General Song and Chen Jiajun walked into the room.

They saw Zhao Zhiren in his red outfit, and Li Yanming on the ground, who no longer had any signs of life.

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "Tsk tsk, Professor, you're quite ruthless! You played everyone for a fool and even finished them off directly!"

"Chen Jiajun?" Seeing Chen Jiajun appear, Zhao Zhiren's expression changed instantly.

Chen Jiajun's appearance was indeed something Zhao Zhiren had not expected; now that this guy had suddenly intervened, "Red" felt he was in trouble.

Chen Jiajun looked at Zhao Zhiren and said: "Professor Zhao Zhiren... oh, I should call you Mr. Red, right? After going through such a big circle, don't you think you've overplayed your hand?"

Zhao Zhiren stared fixedly at Chen Jiajun, then slowly said: "I don't think I've overplayed my hand, and how do you know I've lost?"

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said: "Stubborn to the end!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun clapped his hands, and the Young Demon Slaves dragged over the most capable male and female messengers under Red.

Seeing his two subordinates, although Red did not show it on his face, there was obvious shock in his eyes.

Chen Jiajun continued to smile and said: "Surprised? Oh, right, there is one more person you definitely want to see."

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun gave General Song a look, and General Song smiled and had someone bring a person over.

And this person was none other than General Song's Secretary, Yuan Xiaowen.

Zhao Zhiren, who had still had some confidence, slumped powerlessly into his chair upon seeing that even Yuan Xiaowen had been brought over, his face deathly pale.

Chen Jiajun smiled and said: "I know your methods. I heard you stole quite a few Raw Material Spheres from South Korea, right? Planning to threaten to detonate the Raw Material Spheres to ensure your safety, right?"

"And, the Ether Society, D. O. A, and the South American Drug Lords were all united by you, planning to carve up the underground resources of Hong Kong, right? Look, I know everything!"

Zhao Zhiren looked at Chen Jiajun in disbelief; he considered himself the smartest person in the world.

Otherwise, he couldn't have played the United States' CIA and the people from South Korea and Japan for fools.

But hearing Chen Jiajun list the things he had done one by one made a chill surge from his heart.

People in the underground world all knew that Chen Jiajun was a tough nut to crack, but they hadn't expected the other party to be this formidable.

In just a few short days, he had sorted out the cause and effect, and had even destroyed his plan in the most brutal way! Chen Jiajun said with a psychological blow: "By the way, that 'His Highness' who was cooperating with you has also been caught by the CIA. The news was provided by our National Security; no need to thank me!"

"You're good!" Zhao Zhiren took a deep breath and said to Chen Jiajun: "But you won't have such good luck next time!"

Chen Jiajun couldn't help but laugh: "Next time? I'm afraid there won't be a next time! What do you think General Song came to Hong Kong for personally?"

General Song spoke up at this moment: "As long as the DC8 is in our hands, the backer behind you probably won't be able to protect you!"

Zhao Zhiren said calmly: "Wait until you get it before you say that!"

"Oh?" Chen Jiajun saw Zhao Zhiren's calm expression and immediately felt something was wrong: "It seems you still have a trump card?"

Zhao Zhiren smiled and said: "Playing with people like you, if I didn't prepare a few more trump cards, wouldn't I be courting death?"

"Interesting!" Chen Jiajun looked at his watch: "Then I don't mind waiting here with you!"

As he spoke, he had his subordinates move two chairs, and he waited in Zhao Zhiren's home with General Song.

A few minutes later, a burst of screeching brakes arrived, and then the bruised Lao Yu and Ya Qi arrived in front of Chen Jiajun with a case.

Seeing the DC8 reappear, Zhao Zhiren showed a panicked expression for the first time: "How is it possible? How could you possibly get it from the hands of those monsters..."

Time returned to a few hours earlier, when Cui Minhao and Pu Yuzhe brought the DC8 to the Pier.

Just as Chen Jiajun had expected, these two did not wait for the ship to pick them up; what they waited for were teams of killers.

Even though the two fought back with all their might, they couldn't withstand the enemy's overwhelming numbers, and... there were some non-human existences.

Just as the killers had finished off Cui Minhao and Pu Yuzhe and intended to leave with the DC8.

Lao Yu, Ya Qi, and the others finally made their appearance.

"Hey, leave the thing in your hands behind!"

Lao Yu held a sharp horse-chopping saber and pointed at the group of killers.

The killers were startled and immediately drew their guns to launch an attack on Lao Yu.

But Lao Yu's speed was incredibly fast; the moment they fired, he dragged out several phantoms, rushed directly into the ranks of the killers, and the horse-chopping saber in his hand slaughtered these killers frantically as if he were chopping melons and vegetables.

Just as Lao Yu and a group of Young Demon Slaves were enjoying the slaughter feast.

Suddenly, Ya Qi, who was watching the battle from the side, shouted to Lao Yu: "Careful!"

As Ya Qi's voice fell, several figures actually rushed toward Lao Yu with incredibly fast speed.

Lao Yu had been killing happily, but upon hearing Ya Qi's warning, he immediately raised the horse-chopping saber in his hand to defend.

But his speed was still a step too slow, and he was smashed by a fist against the horse-chopping saber.

The immense force almost made the horse-chopping saber in Lao Yu's hand slip away.

One must know that Lao Yu was one of the earliest subordinates to follow Chen Jiajun, and his combat power was almost universally acknowledged as formidable, second only to Lao E.

The fact that the opponent's punch almost made the horse-chopping saber in Lao Yu's hand slip away shows just how powerful the opponent was.

Even though he had deflected the vast majority of the opponent's force with his horse-chopping saber, Lao Yu could not help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Looking at the person before him with sharp eyes, he thought to himself: "This guy's strength is almost comparable to Dumu's! They are simply as strong as a monster!"

Moreover, what Lao Yu found most unbelievable was that the attacker before him was not some burly man, but a young girl who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, with a sweet and lovely appearance.

"Hey, old man, this thing isn't something you can take!" the little girl said to Lao Yu in South Korean.

"A South Korean?" Lao Yu was immediately astonished.

"Aish, old man, can't you understand what I'm saying?" As the girl spoke, she threw another punch, blasting toward Lao Yu's chest.

The force of the opponent's blow was so great that it actually triggered a series of sonic booms.

If this punch had landed solidly, Lao Yu would have been in serious trouble.

Furthermore, Lao Yu was not a hero known for his strength, so he chose a more rational approach.

Seeing Lao Yu suddenly vanish from before her, the little girl was stunned for a moment.

Immediately afterward, one of the little girl's arms was completely severed by Lao Yu.

Looking at her severed arm, the little girl was stunned at first, then revealed a brilliant smile: "So, old man, you are the same kind of person as us! This is just great!"

"What the hell?" Lao Yu looked at the girl in some surprise; her severed arm was actually growing back at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Hey, you lot, this old man is one of our kind, stop just watching the show!"

The little girl shouted toward the sky, and then four or five more young figures smashed directly onto the ground from high above.

Seeing this scene, Lao Yu could not help but twitch his eyebrows. (End of chapter)