Chapter 614: Human Bone Mahjong

After hearing this, the old woman immediately began to cough violently again.

She said intermittently: "This... this old... old woman cannot do it! You must find someone else!"

Seeing the old woman coughing severely, Chen Jiajun picked up the thermos nearby and poured her a glass of water.

Seeing that the old woman had eased up quite a bit, he then asked: "Then do you know what happened? Why was I suddenly brought to the Kowloon Walled City?"

The old woman retorted to Chen Jiajun, not in a good mood: "Young man, your curiosity is truly heavy! Shouldn't you first ask who can send you back?"

Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said: "It's rare to have such an opportunity, so I might as well satisfy my curiosity while I'm at it!"

The old woman shook her head very firmly: "You cannot participate in the affairs here, not even one!"

"Alright!" Chen Jiajun clearly felt the old woman was somewhat dissatisfied, so he could only sigh and say: "Then who should I go find to send me back?"

"Wait!" The old woman returned inside the house, rummaged around for a long time before coming out, and handed Chen Jiajun a business card.

On the business card was written only a name called Lin Fengqiao, along with a string of phone numbers.

The old woman said to Chen Jiajun: "Go find him, he should know how to help you! When the time comes, just call him Uncle Feng, he shouldn't refuse."

Chen Jiajun put the business card away and thanked her solemnly: "Thank you, ma'am!"

"That's enough, we've chatted long enough, I should send you out! Remember, do not participate in the affairs here, and do not come back again!" The old woman stood up and said to Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun nodded, then helped the old woman walk out of the room.

The old woman's movements were already very slow, and Chen Jiajun couldn't feel any warmth from the hand he was using to support her.

It was just like... holding a piece of withered wood.

Along the way, the old woman did not say another word to Chen Jiajun, only guiding him to walk forward.

After walking for about a few dozen minutes, the old woman suddenly began to cough violently again.

Chen Jiajun couldn't help but ask: "You... this situation is quite serious! Shouldn't you go to the hospital to get it checked? And where are your descendants?"

"Hospital?" The old woman smiled and said: "No need, for someone like me who is on the verge of death, there is no need to waste that money! Besides, I have lived a solitary life, where would I have any descendants?"

Subsequently, the old woman refused Chen Jiajun's support and pointed to an iron gate not far away: "Once you walk through this iron gate, you will have left the Walled City! Remember what I told you!"

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Thank you for your help!"

After saying this, Chen Jiajun took a step out of the iron gate and disappeared in front of the old woman.

Looking at the place where Chen Jiajun disappeared, the old woman sighed: "Sigh... I've encountered everything now!"

After a moment of dizziness, Chen Jiajun discovered that light had reappeared before his eyes.

And when he turned around to look behind him, he discovered that the rusted, mottled iron gate from just a moment ago had actually vanished into thin air.

In its place was a wall.

And in front of him appeared shops, neon signs, and a road.

Just as Chen Jiajun was in a daze, a woman's sharp voice came from above: "You little punk, who are you? What are you doing here?"

Chen Jiajun looked up and discovered a woman wearing pajamas looking at him with a vigilant expression.

It looked like if Chen Jiajun didn't give a reasonable explanation, this woman would likely call for people.

Chen Jiajun didn't want to get tangled up with this kind of troublesome middle-aged woman, so he quickly spoke up: "Sorry, I found the wrong place, I'll leave right away!"

After saying this, Chen Jiajun immediately walked from the alley in front of him toward the road.

"Little punk, acting all sneaky!" Seeing Chen Jiajun leave, the woman cursed and swore as she returned to her home.

Chen Jiajun was speechless for a moment, then curiously looked around.

Just as Chen Jiajun had expected, the world he was in was not the time and space around the year 2000 at all, but rather he had returned to the eighties of the last century.

The vehicles on the street and the surrounding environment were all telling Chen Jiajun this point.

Glancing around, Chen Jiajun sighed and said: "Forget it, better to find someone first!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun took out the business card along with his own mobile phone.

Just as he wanted to dial the number on the business card, he discovered that the phone screen was also just a string of garbled characters.

Only then did Chen Jiajun remember that in this era, mobile phones likely hadn't appeared in Hong Kong yet.

"Damn it, I don't know if Hong Kong Dollars can be used, if they can't, it'll be troublesome!" Chen Jiajun muttered to himself.

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun took out his wallet, and sure enough, he discovered that the money inside his wallet had all turned into sheets of white paper.

Now, he didn't have anything of value on his person.

"Damn, don't tell me I have to start from scratch!" Chen Jiajun suddenly had the urge to curse.

Just as Chen Jiajun was distressingly trying to think of a way, he suddenly bumped into someone.

Then, looking up, he discovered a young punk with a fierce face looking at him, and the moment he opened his mouth, he started cursing at Chen Jiajun: "What are you looking at, you punk! Are you looking to die?"

This young punk was flicking a butterfly knife around, and two lackeys were following beside him, looking at Chen Jiajun with a playful expression.

As if waiting to watch some good show.

This kind of young punk was clearly a street-level hoodlum.

Chen Jiajun hadn't encountered this kind of situation for many years, and he even felt a bit nostalgic.

The young punk gestured with the knife in his hand and said to Chen Jiajun: "Punk, do you not understand human speech? Still staring, damn it! Do you believe I'll hack you to death?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said to the hoodlum: "What do you want?"

"Apologize! Seeing you're dressed so well, just take out a few thousand dollars and I'll forgive you!" The young punk looked Chen Jiajun up and down, then said with a greedy expression.

Chen Jiajun almost couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I don't have five thousand dollars, but I have five dollars!"

"Five dollars? Are you trying to brush off a beggar, damn it!" The hoodlum was instantly enraged and held the butterfly knife in his hand toward Chen Jiajun's neck.

Naturally, this type of person wouldn't dare to kill someone in the street; he just wanted to scare Chen Jiajun.

But just as he thrust the knife in his hand forward, Chen Jiajun grabbed his wrist, snatched the butterfly knife away, and then slapped him across the face.

The speed was so fast that even the two lackeys beside him didn't react in time.

A crisp slapping sound was heard, and the hoodlum's cheek immediately swelled up.

This was still Chen Jiajun holding back his strength; otherwise, this slap would have resulted in at least a severe concussion.

The hoodlum was stunned by the blow, only reacting after a moment.

Suddenly burning with shame, he threw a punch at Chen Jiajun while loudly shouting, "Fuck him!"

But before the hoodlum's fist could reach Chen Jiajun, Chen Jiajun struck again with lightning speed, once more gifting this hoodlum a "five-dollar coin."

This time, it directly knocked out the hoodlum's teeth, leaving his mouth full of blood.

The passersby around them saw this scene and immediately dodged far away, acting as if they had seen nothing.

Seeing Chen Jiajun strike again, the two hoodlums who had originally intended to move in stopped dead in their tracks, looking at Chen Jiajun with terror on their faces.

Chen Jiajun played with the Butterfly Knife in his hand, creating a blur that shaved off quite a bit of the hoodlum's hair right in front of him, scaring the hoodlum so much he nearly wet his pants.

He was terrified that if Chen Jiajun's hand shook, he would lose a part of his face.

Watching this guy's legs trembling, Chen Jiajun stopped the knife in his hand in annoyance, held it against the hoodlum's neck, and said unhappily, "You lot are this pathetic and you dare to come out and rob people?" Chen Jiajun's aura was truly too terrifying; the hoodlum's two lackeys turned and ran without a word.

But the hoodlum could not run, because Chen Jiajun's knife was still held to his neck; looking at his expression, he was about to cry.

"Do you have any money on you?" Chen Jiajun said helplessly.

"I... I do!" The hoodlum nodded hurriedly and pulled a few crumpled banknotes from his pocket.

"Only one hundred dollars? What kind of boss are you!" Chen Jiajun reprimanded him mercilessly: "You dare to take on lackeys like this? You piece of trash!"

The hoodlum said with a grievance-filled face: "I don't have the qualifications to take on lackeys, I..."

"Alright, alright!" Chen Jiajun snatched the banknotes from the other person's hand and waved his hand impatiently, saying: "Get lost!"

Seeing Chen Jiajun take the knife away, the hoodlum turned and ran.

Once he had run far enough away, he roared at Chen Jiajun: "You piece of trash, my boss is Feilong from Clear Water; if you have the guts, don't leave, I'm going to call my boss to hack you to death!"

Chen Jiajun was almost amused to the point of laughter and made a gesture to chase him, scaring the hoodlum into fleeing in a panic.

Watching the other person scrambling away, Chen Jiajun shook his head helplessly, then took the banknotes to a nearby shop to exchange them for some coins, found a public telephone booth, and dialed the number on the business card.

After it connected, Chen Jiajun discovered that this phone number was actually for the West Kowloon Police Station.

On the other end of the line was an older Police Constable: "Hello, this is the West Kowloon Police Station, who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me... is Police Officer Lin Fengqiao here?" Chen Jiajun asked.

"He retired and went back to his hometown, who are you?" the Police Constable said casually.

Chen Jiajun spouted a lie without hesitation: "Oh, I'm his distant nephew, I have some business with him! Could you tell me where he is now?"

"A deserted island off the outlying islands, it seems to be called Jishan or something." The Police Constable told Chen Jiajun Lin Fengqiao's location.

After thanking him, Chen Jiajun hung up the phone.

Then he looked at the money in his hand, thought about the location of the outlying islands, and immediately felt a headache coming on.

"With this little money, I can't do anything! And, damn it, I'm hungry too!" Chen Jiajun was speechless and prepared to think of another way.

He found a roadside night snack stall, prepared to eat something to fill his stomach, and then find a place to sleep.

He would think of a way to get to the outlying islands the next day.

Just as the Boss had placed a steaming bowl of noodles in front of Chen Jiajun, a burst of noise erupted.

Chen Jiajun turned his head to look and discovered several hoodlums holding Machetes, chasing and hacking at a man.

And that man rushed directly toward Chen Jiajun's side.

Chen Jiajun immediately frowned.

He hated encountering this kind of thing the most.

Seeing this man reach out his hands to grab him, it was clear he wanted to use Chen Jiajun as a shield against the blades.

Chen Jiajun let out a cold snort and kicked the small stool beside him away.

The man was tripped by the small stool and fell face-first onto the ground on the spot.

The several hoodlums who saw this scene were clearly stunned for a moment.

Chen Jiajun, however, held his noodles and said indifferently: "You guys play slowly, don't disturb me eating!"

It wasn't that Chen Jiajun had any good feelings for these hoodlums; it was simply because that man wanted to use him as a human shield.

After dealing with the man, Chen Jiajun changed to a different spot and began to eat his noodles in large mouthfuls.

The several hoodlums couldn't figure out who Chen Jiajun was, and he seemed too calm.

However, since Chen Jiajun had no intention of interfering, they simply couldn't be bothered to care, turned their heads, and said viciously to the man in front of them: "Kid, keep running, you bastard!"

"Big Brothers, give me a few more days, I'll pay you back as soon as I have money!" The man had blood flowing from the corner of his mouth and waved his hands hurriedly.

"Chen Shao, do you still think you're the young master of the Chen Family?" A hoodlum sneered and said: "I don't think you can pay back the debt you owe our boss, so why don't you just let your girlfriend pay off the debt! Let her go to the Emperor Nightclub for a month, wouldn't that get you all the money you need?"

The man called Chen Shao waved his hands hurriedly: "Give me a little time, just until tomorrow, I will definitely be able to pay back the money I owe you!"

"Tomorrow? On what grounds?" The hoodlums didn't actually want to hack this guy to death; their goal was still money.

Chen Shao hurriedly said: "Didn't I go to Thailand a while ago? I inherited my uncle's estate, it just needs a little time to process his inheritance!"

"Really?" The hoodlums immediately stopped their movements.

Chen Shao nodded hurriedly: "I wouldn't dare lie to you, Boss! If I were really trying to dodge the debt, I definitely wouldn't have returned to Hong Kong, right? Don't you think that makes sense?"

The hoodlums were clearly bluffed by Chen Shao, so they nodded and said: "Fine, I'll give you one more day. If I don't see the money by tomorrow, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely offer it up voluntarily tomorrow!" Chen Shao said fawningly.

After sending this group of hoodlums away, Chen Shao clearly let out a sigh of relief.

Just as he was tidying his suit and preparing to turn and leave, Chen Jiajun, who was wiping his mouth after finishing his noodles, said indifferently: "Chen Shao, your business with them is settled, but your business with me isn't over yet!"

Chen Shao froze completely, turned his head to look at Chen Jiajun, and asked: "You are..."

"You don't know who you owe money to? Do you need me to remind you?" Chen Jiajun sneered and said: "Or do you want me to come find you myself!"

Chen Jiajun was currently penniless, so naturally, he needed to find a way to get some money.

Chen Jiajun had seen the entire conversation between this Chen Shao and a few street thugs earlier.

He had originally thought Chen Shao was just a degenerate gambler, but having held a high position for many years, Chen Jiajun had a sharp eye for people; he could tell that Chen Shao wasn't just bluffing those thugs, but truly had the confidence to pay back the money tomorrow.

This made Chen Jiajun somewhat curious! One look at Chen Shao and it was obvious he was the type of spendthrift from a wealthy family.

But since he had been forced to borrow from loan sharks, it was clear he had already squandered his family fortune.

Being so confident now meant he either had a windfall or had found some other way.

Either way, it meant he would definitely be able to come up with a sum of money.

Chen Jiajun was no saint himself, so he planned to swindle this Chen Shao.

Chen Shao's expression turned ugly at once, and he struggled to squeeze out a smile, saying, "How could that be! I'll pay it back tomorrow! You heard me earlier, I'm in a rush to go back and handle my uncle's inheritance!"

Chen Jiajun naturally did not believe Chen Shao's nonsense.

He slapped Chen Shao directly across the face and said coldly, "Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe your lies? Do you take me for one of those small-time losers?"

Chen Jiajun's murderous appearance filled Chen Shao with terror, and he hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "I'm telling the truth..."

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun ignored him, instead fiddling with the Butterfly Knife he had taken from the street thug earlier, and walked toward Chen Shao step by step.

Chen Shao looked panicked as he was forced back step by step by Chen Jiajun, until he was pushed against the wall.

Chen Shao, this degenerate gambler, finally broke down: "Boss, if you come with me tonight, can I give you the money on the spot?"

A smile immediately appeared on the corner of Chen Jiajun's mouth: "Fine, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If I find out you're playing me, I will absolutely make you regret it for the rest of your life!"

Compared to the street thugs from before, Chen Shao felt that Chen Jiajun was even more terrifying.

The pressure he exerted was great enough that Chen Shao finally compromised.

The two hailed a taxi, and Chen Shao gave the location of a high-end private club.

Chen Jiajun looked at Chen Shao with some surprise and said, "I couldn't tell, a piece of trash like you who owes a mountain of debt actually has friends like that?" (End of chapter)