Chapter 643: Where You Watch a Movie Doesn't Matter

Just as he was preparing to lead his men away, Lao E's phone suddenly rang; after answering, he heard Chen Jiajun's voice.

"Lao E, is it done?" Chen Jiajun asked.

Lao E chuckled and said, "Including the Elder, everyone has been dealt with."

Upon hearing Lao E's words, Chen Jiajun laughed: "Alright, you've poked a hornet's nest over there, hurry back!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun smiled at Lagumonde and said, "That Elder is already dead. Do you want to go confirm it? I can give you some time!"

The Assassin wearing the invisibility cloak was suddenly furious: "Lies! How could the Elder be killed by someone like you! Die!"

As he spoke, several Assassin killers brandished scimitars and charged directly at Chen Jiajun.

Unfortunately, before they could even reach Chen Jiajun, the Ghost Demons made their move.

Compared to these Assassins who relied on high-tech gear to achieve invisibility, these Ghost Demons were even more formidable.

When they hid themselves, sometimes even Chen Jiajun couldn't find them unless he specifically looked.

Not to mention these guys.

Before the few Assassin killers had even charged halfway, several short swords seemed to pierce out from the void, leaving multiple wounds on their bodies instantly.

One unlucky fellow, because he didn't dodge in time, was even run through the heart by a sword.

"Stop playing around, kill them all!" Chen Jiajun said indifferently to the Ghost Demons under his command.

Subsequently, the few Ghost Demons revealed their forms and pounced on these Assassin killers like phantoms.

In less than a few minutes, the scene fell silent once again.

The Assassin killers that Lagumonde could rely on were all dead on the spot, without exception.

Chen Jiajun tilted his head and looked at Lagumonde, saying, "Now, what else do you have?"

Lagumonde retreated step by step in fear, wanting to turn and run, only to find there was no way out left.

Chen Jiajun said to Kane, who was standing to the side, "You can make your move now!"

Kane had waited for this moment for a long time; without a word, he charged over.

When a man's family is threatened, one can imagine how furious he would be.

Kane was filled with killing intent from head to toe, wanting to finish off this arrogant, vicious bastard before him.

But he was a killer after all, and even while seeking revenge, he maintained a certain degree of composure.

As he approached Lagumonde, this bastard indeed pulled an exquisite revolver with ornate engravings from his chest and fired at Kane.

If Kane had truly been blinded by rage at this moment, he would surely be dead by now.

But unfortunately for him, he was not.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Kane lowered his head and dodged.

The cane sword in his hand pierced through Lagumonde's arm from top to bottom at an extremely tricky angle.

Although Lagumonde was not some weakling, the intense pain still caused the gun in his hand to drop.

Kane didn't seem to have any intention of finishing him off with a gun; he kicked the gun aside and pulled his cane sword back.

Now, Lagumonde could no longer hold back his screams.

He turned and grabbed a rapier hanging on the wall as a decoration, brandishing it to force Kane back, then roared at him: "You damn slave, you dare to lay a hand on me!"

Kane's face was cold, with no intention of wasting words with him; he danced the cane sword in his hand into a blur.

In just an instant, several puncture wounds appeared on Lagumonde's body.

The flowing blood almost dyed his white suit red.

"Damn it, you lowly bastard!" Even though he was near death, Lagumonde continued to curse incessantly.

Perhaps Kane was tired of listening; the cane sword in his hand flashed like lightning, piercing directly into his mouth, and then he stirred it forcefully.

The sharp blade shredded his mouth until it was dripping with blood.

Lagumonde, who already had no ability to resist, spat out his tongue in extreme pain.

Kane looked at Lagumonde coldly and said, "Take your arrogance and go to Hell!"

As he spoke, he gripped the cane sword with both hands and stabbed it fiercely into Lagumonde.

After four or five consecutive strikes, Lagumonde was dead beyond any doubt.

Kane didn't have the habit of desecrating a corpse; after spitting, he turned and walked to Chen Jiajun: "Thank you, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "It was just mutual benefit! Now it's time to talk about the other Legislators of the High Table!"

……

With Lagumonde dead and the Elder out of contact.

All the other Legislators of the High Table were scared to death.

Especially Viggo; after learning that John had killed his son, he had originally wanted to mobilize all his forces to slaughter John and avenge his son.

But with this earth-shattering bad news arriving, Viggo shifted directly from anger to terror.

He hadn't forgotten how he had boasted about Chen Jiajun at the meeting.

Now Chen Jiajun had not only killed the adjudicator Lagumonde, but even the Elder had lost contact.

"Damn it, could it be..." Viggo was both shocked and afraid, smoking several cigarettes before he could calm himself down.

A moment later, he made a decision to abandon his business in New York and return to his hometown in the Soviet Union to hide.

After all, if a son dies, one can have another; if a business is gone, he still had backup funds and could always make a comeback.

But if his life was gone, then everything was gone.

Thus, he called his assistant and immediately prepared a plane to return to the Soviet Union.

Taking advantage of this time, Chen Jiajun was busy wiping out the remnants of the High Table.

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun might forget anyone, but he would never forget this damn Russian, so he made him the first stop.

Viggo's motorcade was speeding along the road; just as it turned onto the highway to the airport, a faint explosion sounded, and then the vehicles began to spin wildly out of control.

In particular, Viggo's car crashed directly into the guardrail on the side of the road and came to a stop.

"Suka blyat, what the hell!"

Viggo rubbed his aching forehead and stepped out of the car.

Seeing the broken road spikes on the ground, the angry expression on his face instantly froze.

It was obvious that someone had deliberately set these up here.

And they were waiting for him personally.

Viggo immediately shouted for his men to get out of the car and protect him as he left.

But as his voice fell, bursts of gunfire rang out from the distance.

Terrified, Viggo immediately hid behind the car to observe.

As for those men of Viggo's, they were in dire straits; in such an open area, they were simply sitting ducks.

Countless sniper bullets and arrows picked them off one by one.

In less than a moment, Viggo's men were all dead or wounded. Viggo gripped his gun nervously; he didn't even dare to run now, fearing that he would be shot in the head just like his men.

Then he heard footsteps drawing closer. He poked his head out and saw Chen Jiajun looking down at him with a smile, saying, "You're Viggo? I heard you were planning to come and cause me trouble?"

Viggo steeled his heart, a ferocious look appearing on his face.

He raised his hand and fired a shot, intending to take Chen Jiajun with him.

But Viggo saw with his own eyes that the bullet was fired, yet it bounced away as if it had hit a barrier.

Then, everything went black before his eyes, and he knew nothing more.

Recently, a great tremor has shaken the underground world of Europe and America.

The twelve Legislators of the High Table, who were usually arrogant and overbearing, are being hunted down.

Among the twelve Legislators, Viggo of the Soviet Union, the Elder of the Middle East, Joshua Anthony of Italy, and Shangshan Hongci of Japan have all been confirmed killed.

The remaining Legislators are all anxious and uneasy, fearing that they will be next.

Therefore, during this period, the influence of the High Table is shrinking rapidly.

The only place unaffected is the United States; Bruce escaped from Chen Jiajun once by relying on the Blood Oath assassins in his hands and his own elite subordinates, and Chen Jiajun does not intend to pursue trouble with him.

Thus, Bruce's power has increased rather than decreased, making him the strongest force in the High Table.

This has left Bruce feeling somewhat at a loss, so he specifically came to consult his subordinate, Winston.

After all, what if Chen Jiajun doesn't approve and decides to deal with them again? Regarding Bruce's worries, Winston chuckled: "Old friend, since Mr. Chen hasn't expressed any stance, then these are things you deserve!"

"Mr. Chen can't possibly wipe out the entire High Table across the world. As far as I know, he is a person who is very afraid of trouble! So I think this is our chance, a great chance to become the Chairman of the High Table."

Bruce was shocked on the spot: "Become the Chairman?"

"You don't think you have any way out, do you?" Winston looked at his old friend, speechless, and said: "Once you have stepped into this world, don't think about getting out clean! Instead of living in fear every day, it's better to seize this opportunity to let yourself expand; becoming so powerful that no one dares to provoke you is the safest path."

Bruce clearly listened, lowering his head to ponder.

A moment later, he raised his head and said to Winston: "Alright, but I need you to help me? The current CEO of the High Table was killed by Mr. Chen, and I need someone with that kind of talent."

"Me?" Winston immediately shook his head and said: "I am already old; I can no longer do such things!"

"Then what should I do? You have to help me!" Bruce said anxiously.

Winston was silent for a moment, then said to Bruce: "What do you think of Charon? He is professional enough, careful enough, and steady enough!"

"Charon?" Bruce thought about it carefully.

If Winston refuses to take over, Charon is indeed a very good candidate.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then said to Winston: "Then, let him give it a try!"

On the other side, various forces in the underground world of Europe and America are somewhat uneasy.

The strength displayed by Chen Jiajun is simply too terrifying.

Especially the South American Drug Lords who are close to the United States; they are even more afraid.

One must know that Chen Jiajun was not that ruthless when dealing with others, but when it came to these drug lords, he killed every one he saw.

Any slight provocation would invite a massacre.

Moreover, the assassins under Chen Jiajun have made a great name for themselves this time.

If they could cut through a killer organization like the High Table like chopping melons and vegetables, then dealing with others would be even more terrifying.

Therefore, almost all forces have obtained photos of Chen Jiajun, and then instructed their subordinates never to provoke this Asian man.

Inside the penthouse suite of the Continental Hotel, Chen Jiajun listened to his subordinate's report and couldn't help but laugh: "Interesting, so this has scared them?"

Lao E smiled and said: "After all, the High Table is different; it is the recognized number one killer organization in the Western world! Our slaughter this time can be said to have taught these people a good lesson."

"But Boss, why don't you take the opportunity to take over the High Table? I think if you were to take charge, no one would dare to say a word of nonsense."

Chen Jiajun said indifferently: "I know the High Table must have a lot of assets, but I absolutely cannot do that!"

"You don't think the United States government won't care about what I've done, do you? The CIA and FBI have already been eyeing me. If I go too far, do you think it will attract the attention of the United States government?"

"Usually, when we hang around in the underground world, the United States government is too lazy to care about us, but if I take over the High Table, I suspect even the California Consortium behind us won't be able to protect us! No one can tolerate a foreigner controlling a killer organization in their own country!"

"Although I don't fear the CIA and FBI departments, they are, after all, the power of a state apparatus. Especially since it is the most powerful country in the world today."

After hearing Chen Jiajun's analysis, Lao E nodded, finally understanding Chen Jiajun's meaning.

"Alright, let's keep it as it is! It's a good thing that the High Table is being taken over by that guy Bruce." Chen Jiajun chuckled and said: "After all, he is a smart man, and also a man without too much ambition. Most importantly... he is afraid of death!"

Lao E laughed immediately: "Taking advantage of this opportunity, I think the Information Department in the United States can be expanded to a certain extent."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Since you think it's appropriate, go ahead and do it!"

Chen Jiajun was discussing with Lao E how to expand the influence of the Information Organization in the United States.

Suddenly, his mobile phone received a call.

Very few people usually know this number of Chen Jiajun's.

Most of them were people with close relationships.

So after Chen Jiajun answered, he heard a familiar voice: "Hi, darling, where are you right now?"

The call was from Monica, which surprised Chen Jiajun a little.

After all, Monica was generally not a clingy woman, and she was very tactful.

"Something up?" Chen Jiajun asked directly.

Monica hesitated for a moment, then said to Chen Jiajun: "That 'Malèna' you mentioned last time has finished filming; do you want to come over and take a look? If you aren't in the United States, then forget it."

Only then did Chen Jiajun remember that his Netflix was currently poaching talent from Hollywood!

Chen Jiajun had nothing else to do, so he readily agreed: "Sure, when?"

"Tomorrow, will you come to Los Angeles?" Monica asked tentatively.

"Sure!" Chen Jiajun nodded, then hung up the phone.

After giving a few instructions to Lao E, Chen Jiajun had his subordinates prepare a plane ticket as he intended to head straight to Los Angeles.

After arriving at the new office location of Netflix, Chen Jiajun saw Monica, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

It must be said that the director Giuseppe Tornatore was indeed very capable; at the very least, Chen Jiajun felt his eyes light up when he saw Monica again.

Monica was no longer young, at least among Hollywood actresses who generally became famous between sixteen and twenty, so she could no longer be considered just a pretty face.

But with the help of the director Giuseppe Tornatore, Monica had managed to cultivate a unique charm.

In any case, it made Chen Jiajun's appetite whet just looking at her.

So after Chen Jiajun hugged Monica, he pulled her back to the hotel.

As for the movie? Where couldn't one watch it?

This Italian woman Monica didn't have any sense of shyness, and she started kissing Chen Jiajun in the car.

After the two returned to the presidential suite that Chen Jiajun kept booked long-term, they frantically removed the clothing from each other's bodies. (End of chapter)