Chapter 652: Losing It

"Damn it, these dead pigeons, I'll find someone to net you all when I get back, then take you home to boil for soup!"

Chen Jiajun wiped the bird droppings off his body in a fit of rage, cursing as he shooed the pigeons away.

Chen Jiajun's unlucky appearance happened to be seen by two passing Gweilo, who let out bursts of mocking laughter.

"Fuck! I didn't beat you England Gweilo any less back in Hong Kong; I'll beat you just the same in your own home!"

Already fuming, Chen Jiajun exploded on the spot, grabbed the Gweilo who was making weird noises, and slapped him twice right in the face.

The Gweilo was stunned on the spot, and when he tried to fight back, Chen Jiajun kicked him.

His companion cursed and tried to come over to help, but at that moment, Dumu, wearing sunglasses, walked over with several burly subordinates.

You have to say, a few big guys like this in suits and sunglasses were enough to intimidate people.

The Gweilo, who had been coming over aggressively to cause trouble, saw this formation and immediately fled in a panic.

Chen Jiajun hadn't finished venting his anger when these two guys ran off.

So he took his anger out on the other Gweilo looking over: "Look, look, look at your mother! Keep looking and I'll beat you white pigs along with them!"

Chen Jiajun's fierce appearance scared everyone around away.

Having been in London for a few days, Chen Jiajun had been holding a fire in his chest, wishing he could just get some Sarin Gas and let a few rounds off in London.

These white pigs were the type who feared power but lacked virtue; if you acted even slightly normal, they would dare to come up and bully you, which really pissed Chen Jiajun off.

After straightening his tie, Chen Jiajun returned to the hotel.

Chen Jiajun had had enough of the pig slop in England, so after changing his clothes, he went to a steakhouse located in a chaotic neighborhood.

After all, that place really did make good steak.

After swaggering into the steakhouse, the waiter couldn't help but shiver when he saw Chen Jiajun.

He had heard that a headless male corpse had appeared in the room he had delivered food to. It just so happened to be after Chen Jiajun had come knocking.

"Get over here, I want to order." Chen Jiajun still had a belly full of evil fire he hadn't vented, so he slammed his hand on the table and spoke viciously to the waiter.

The waiter was about to cry, looking at his Boss with an innocent face.

The Boss also seemed a bit surprised, and seeing the waiter didn't dare go over, he took the menu and walked to Chen Jiajun: "Sir, I didn't think you would dare to come back!"

"Hmm? Is there a problem?" Chen Jiajun asked in surprise.

The Boss shrugged and said: "After all, you killed someone!"

"Who the fuck said I killed them? Got evidence?" Chen Jiajun curled his lip in disdain.

"The Police might need evidence, but the gangs don't!" the Boss said calmly: "And after George's people heard about your business, they've been looking for you everywhere!"

Chen Jiajun sneered: "Same thing I said before, George is worth shit! I'm hungry, serve me!"

The Boss seemed a bit surprised, but having run a Restaurant in this kind of place for so many years, he had some experience.

Hearing Chen Jiajun so confident, he went straight to the Kitchen to cook for Chen Jiajun.

Soon a steak was brought up, and after eating a few garlic breads, Chen Jiajun began to enjoy the big meal.

But before Chen Jiajun could finish eating, trouble came knocking.

A few thugs with obvious Chinese features walked in and rudely drove the customers out of the Restaurant.

Just as they wanted to walk toward Chen Jiajun, they were blocked by Dumu.

Dumu said in an indifferent tone: "Our boss doesn't like being disturbed while he's eating!"

"Do you know who the fuck we are? Huh?" the thug shouted at Dumu: "Believe it or not, I'll blow your glasses off?"

"I don't believe it!" Dumu replied in the same cold tone.

"Hey!" The thug was instantly enraged and swung his fist at Dumu's face.

This guy's movements were fast, and at such close range, an ordinary person wouldn't be able to dodge.

But before the thug's fist could land on Dumu's face, his whole body stiffened, then beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he clutched his stomach and knelt down.

Seeing Dumu make a move, the others were furious and pulled out knives, intending to bleed Dumu.

The Restaurant Boss said helplessly: "It was just renovated, it's very expensive! Why don't you go outside to fight?"

Chen Jiajun didn't even look up: "Heard that? Throw these pieces of trash out for me, then tell their boss to come over and talk!"

Dumu nodded, rushed over, knocked all the thugs down, and then, holding one in each hand, threw them all out.

The few bruised and swollen thugs were no match for Dumu and could only call for backup.

A moment later, a car stopped at the shop entrance, and a young man in a trench coat with his hair slicked back walked into the shop surrounded by a group of thugs.

Looking at this guy's style, he shouldn't be a small character.

The young man sneered at Chen Jiajun: "Where are you from? Coming to our territory without paying respects, and daring to impersonate our people to do things—are you not taking us seriously?"

"Lao Fu, Chaozhou, or Qingtian?" Chen Jiajun glanced at the young man and asked in a calm tone.

"Qingtian, Ganyan!" The guy called Ganyan frowned at Chen Jiajun: "Asking you a question? Which path are you on?"

Chen Jiajun picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth, then said to Ganyan: "You aren't qualified to ask my name! Ganyan? What a shitty name, why don't you call yourself Asshole?"

"You're looking for death!" Ganyan was instantly enraged and pulled a gun from his waist.

But before he could aim at Chen Jiajun, a sharp blade light flashed, almost cutting off his entire palm.

As Dumu moved, Chen Jiajun's subordinates moved fiercely.

Anyone who dared to reach for a gun had their tendons severed by Dumu, while the others were simply beaten out.

"Don't move, move and you die!"

Dumu held a table knife against Ganyan's neck and said coldly.

Hearing Dumu's indifferent tone, Ganyan didn't doubt for a second that if he dared to move, the other party would dare to take his life right then and there.

Chen Jiajun patted Ganyan's face; this humiliating action made his face turn bright red.

"Kid, you'd better be glad you're not one of Lao Fu's people, otherwise it wouldn't be your wrist I'd be slitting, but your throat!" Chen Jiajun said to Ganyan from a high position: "Make the call, have your boss come over in person! Otherwise, get ready to collect the bodies of these people."

Then Chen Jiajun turned to the Restaurant Boss and said: "Don't worry, I'll pay you for the cleaning later."

The Restaurant Boss could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth when he saw this scene.

He had already held Chen Jiajun in high regard, but clearly, he had still underestimated him.

The few men under Chen Jiajun beating the other side's dozen or so men until they were crying for their parents—this was not the quality one expected from an ordinary gang.

Especially Dumu; the Restaurant Boss deduced that the man must be a ruthless person who would kill without blinking.

Ganyan was clearly still unconvinced and did not want to make this phone call.

Chen Jiajun was not in a hurry either; he looked at his watch and said, "I'll give you half an hour. This half hour is enough for your boss to get here. Once the time is up, I'll finish you off. Think about it yourself!"

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun snapped his fingers, letting a waiter bring him a glass of red wine.

After a moment of silence, Ganyan finally gave in and could only take out his phone to dial his boss's number.

However, they did not even wait for half an hour; just as Chen Jiajun finished the glass of red wine in his hand, an old man walked into the Restaurant. Seeing a group of his subordinates being controlled, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch.

He then sat down in front of Chen Jiajun and said, "Mr. Chen, are you planning to give me a show of force? That's not according to the rules, is it!"

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "I'm only showing you some respect because you're a Qingtian Gang member; otherwise, I would have already killed this bunch of trash under you! Also, are you sure you want to talk to me about rules?"

"We are all people of the underworld! You, Chen Jiajun, are powerful, but are you going to show me such a lack of respect?" The old man was the boss of the Qingtian Gang, George.

"Respect is earned by oneself, not given by others!" Chen Jiajun said disdainfully, "Damn it, you even changed your own name—Viscount George? Hmph!"

Facing Chen Jiajun's humiliation, George suddenly stopped being angry.

He had fled from Hong Kong to England, and although Chen Jiajun had not risen to power at that time, he was already somewhat famous.

Later events, although George was not clear on the details, he had heard about them to some extent.

How Chen Jiajun had dominated Hong Kong, and how he had dealt ruthlessly with the English Gweilo.

Therefore, Chen Jiajun despised him, and he was not angry at all, because Chen Jiajun had the qualifications to do so.

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Compared to Chen Jiajun, he was just a piece of trash licking the backsides of the English, a coward who had run away.

Most importantly, he understood that Chen Jiajun would not kill him.

He knew the working style of this guy Chen Jiajun; if he really wanted to kill someone, he would absolutely not say so much nonsense to him.

So George spread his hands and said, "Fine! You came all the way to London, not just to kill someone and then humiliate me, right?"

"I am investigating some things, and then some idiots mistook me for one of your people; it's as simple as that!" Chen Jiajun said indifferently, "As for other matters, I advise you not to ask! It's not something you can get involved in."

After hearing the ins and outs of what Chen Jiajun said, George nodded: "I understand!"

"Take away this piece of trash called Ganyan or whatever! What a thing!" Chen Jiajun said unhappily, "Coming over specifically during mealtime, it's truly disgusting!"

George gave a bitter smile, pulled Ganyan up, and turned to lead his men away.

Seeing this scene, the Restaurant Boss and the waiter were both dumbfounded.

George's reputation had quite a deterrent effect in the London underworld.

Many gangs did not dare to provoke this group of Chinese people.

But such a big shot of the underworld was actually scolded away by Chen Jiajun?

Chen Jiajun did not pay attention to the Restaurant Boss's expression; he threw down a few banknotes and got up to leave.

News came from Silva's side that Valentine had new movements.

At the Kingsman headquarters, Galahad had finally regained consciousness.

And he immediately requested the mission back from Reinhardt's hands.

After all, he had been following this case, and although he had been set up, he intended to continue following it.

Reinhardt had no choice but to return the mission to him.

The Kingsman headquarters was located underground in Westminster.

This place was not only the Kingsman headquarters but also an academy for selecting the next generation of Kingsman.

Because Lancelot had died, Kingsman quickly recruited new employees to succeed to the title of Lancelot.

And the candidates for selection were also recommended by every Kingsman.

Galahad had also recommended a kid named Eggsy, but he had no time to worry about this kid now; his mind was entirely on this case.

Just as Galahad had woken up, he saw Eggsy show up at his door.

"Did no one teach you to knock?" Galahad said, somewhat speechless.

Eggsy said with a brazen attitude, "I only knock when I'm stealing things and scouting locations."

That's right, Galahad was different from other Kingsman; he did not recommend a descendant of an aristocrat.

Instead, he recommended the descendant of a soldier who had sacrificed himself to save him.

This kid had lost his father and had been hanging around the streets since he was small, occasionally getting into some petty theft.

"Merlin said you were looking for me?" Eggsy said to Galahad.

The Merlin in Eggsy's mouth, like them, was just a title.

He was the instructor for the new recruits and also the chief Butler of the entire headquarters, usually responsible for intelligence and logistics work.

Galahad sighed and said, "Congratulations on entering the top six; your test scores were much better than I expected!"

Just as they were talking, Merlin knocked and walked in.

"Oh, Eggsy, we have things to discuss; you can go back first!" Merlin spoke directly to send him away.

But Galahad said indifferently, "It's fine, let him watch; maybe he can learn something."

"Fine, look at this!" Merlin directly turned on the monitor on the wall, which happened to be playing the footage of Galahad going to find Professor Arnold when he was shot in the head.

Eggsy was immediately startled and said to Galahad, "My god, you're too violent, Harry; you actually blew his head off! That's a bit over the top, right?"

Merlin explained, "In fact, it was the Implanted Chip in his neck that caused the explosion, right under the scar."

As he spoke, Merlin zoomed in on the video footage, and sure enough, Eggsy saw the scar on the neck emitting a faint red light.

Galahad asked, "Did my equipment capture the trigger signal?"

"The good news is that it was captured," Merlin said with some helplessness, "but the bad news is that the tracked IP address belongs to Valentine's company!"

Galahad immediately felt a headache coming on: "How are we supposed to find him? He has millions of employees all over the world!"

At this moment, Eggsy suddenly interjected: "Valentine is a genius!"

Hearing this guy's exclamation, both Merlin and Galahad looked at him with strange expressions.

Eggsy said curiously, "Didn't you watch his press conference today?"

"No," Merlin shook his head.

Eggsy took the tablet from Merlin's hand and projected a video of the press conference onto the screen.

On the screen, Valentine was standing on stage, speaking eloquently: "On average, every person spends nearly two thousand dollars a year on mobile phones and mobile internet. Now, I am honored to announce that that era is over!"

"Starting tomorrow, regardless of age or gender, everyone can receive a free SIM Card that is compatible with all computers and mobile phones. Free trial of my communication network, free calls, free internet, available to everyone, to be used forever."

Hearing this news, the audience below the stage erupted in thunderous applause.

Galahad quickly snatched the tablet and zoomed in on the image.

"Valentine's assistant also has a scar from a chip implant!" Galahad said with a serious expression, "It is necessary for me to go and meet Mr. Valentine!"

Merlin immediately said, "He is hosting a dinner party next week; I will get you an invitation, but you must be very careful! After you fell into a coma, hundreds of important figures went missing mysteriously, and no ransom was demanded... for example, Professor Arnold."

Galahad did not believe in such things at all and said directly to Merlin, "Then help me find an identity worth kidnapping!" (End of chapter)