Chapter 8: Establishing Authority

Just then, Dumu and Lao E also ran out from their respective bars, arriving before Dakou Fei with a menacing air.

Lao E domineeringly shoved the crowd aside, stepped forward, hoisted Dakou Fei up by his entire body, and shouted angrily:

"What did you just say?"

"F*ck your mother, is that how you talk to my Big Brother?"

"Slap! Slap!"

Two restrained slaps landed on Dakou Fei's face, distorting his mouth and causing fresh blood to flow from the corners of his lips.

Had they not been restrained, these two slaps could have knocked his head off.

Chen Jiajun expressionlessly took out a Red Man, lit it nonchalantly, and said coldly: "B Ge, you go back first. I have to set the rules for my own turf myself."

"So they don't embarrass the company outside in the future."

"Drag him in!"

After saying this, Chen Jiajun walked straight into the Royal Nightclub.

Those young demon lackeys swarmed up, grabbing the already stunned Dakou Fei, dragging the Mama-san by her long hair, and shoving a group of nightclub girls inside, showing no tenderness toward the fair sex.

The Mama-san only just regained her senses, struggling continuously on the ground: "Jun Ge! Jun Ge!! I know I was wrong!"

Entering the bar, Chen Jiajun sat on the sofa, while Dumu went off casually to get a bottle of good liquor, pouring a glass for himself and Chen Jiajun each.

Chen Jiajun wore an indifferent expression, staring fixedly at Dakou Fei and his gang before him.

"Jun Ge, I was wrong! From now on, whatever you say goes, you call all the shots!!"

Dakou Fei endured the intense pain in his face, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly.

He had wanted to slap himself, but his face hurt too much to bear.

Those two slaps from just now made him feel as if his jawbone had been shattered.

"Jun Ge-ge, I was wrong too. My mouth is foul, I'm in the wrong, I will definitely serve you well from now on!"

The beautiful-faced Mama-san feigned slapping her own mouth, struggling to squeeze out a smile.

They were truly terrified.

Before, they had been out of their minds, thinking Lanzai Jun was still the same old Lanzai Jun, intending to just fool him with a few perfunctory words.

They never expected that Lanzai Jun would be so fierce now!

"Heh, don't rush, you'll have plenty to be anxious about in a moment." Chen Jiajun kicked the Mama-san away with disgust and sneered: "Dumu Ge, help me find the account books for the last two years here."

He was extremely polite to Dumu; after all, he had no choice, for if he didn't say something nice, Dumu would ask for more money at every turn, and who could stand that?

One must know that Chen Jiajun didn't have much money on him right now.

But it didn't matter; as for money, he would have it soon.

Hearing this, Dumu pondered on the spot for a moment, seemingly considering whether to suggest a pay raise before doing the work, but for such a small matter, asking for more money would seem a bit petty.

Chen Jiajun also kept calling him "brother" this and "brother" that; after a full ten seconds, he finally made up his mind, turned around, and like hoisting a puppy, lifted up a guy in a suit and tie, shouting: "Take me to get the account books!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Dumu Ge." That man, held in Dumu's hand like a little chick, nodded repeatedly.

"Jun Ge! Don't! I beg you, please don't!"

Upon hearing that Chen Jiajun wanted the account books, Dakou Fei was completely terrified, kneeling and kowtowing continuously, crawling forward as he did so.

For these two years, the Royal Nightclub had been under his control; B Ge only came to sit for a while every day and didn't manage affairs.

Having held power for so long, he developed crooked intentions. Da B Ge actually knew about this, but seeing that Dakou Fei was quite sensible, he had always turned a blind eye.

But if this matter were dug up by Chen Jiajun and laid out on the table, his life would absolutely be forfeit!

In extreme terror, a pungent odor even began to rise from Dakou Fei's crotch; he had actually wet his pants on the spot from fear.

Seeing Dakou Fei's dirty hand about to touch Chen Jiajun, Lao E raised his leg and kicked him over.

As a Titan Demon, Lao E was merely a slave in front of Dumu.

The one summoned by the system was Dumu, while Lao E was just an accessory.

It had absolutely no need for any Universe Coin, only hoping to have an easier life in front of Dumu.

Therefore, when facing its master's boss, it was quite easy to order around, though whether or not to take action mostly depended on Dumu's wishes.

Soon, the account books were thrown in front of Chen Jiajun.

Chen Jiajun crossed his legs, didn't even glance at the account books, and cast a sharp gaze toward Dakou Fei: "I'll give you one chance. How much money in total have you skimmed from the company over these years?"

"Twenty... twenty thousand."

Dakou Fei didn't hesitate, hurriedly blurting out a number.

Chen Jiajun stood up expressionlessly, picked up an ice bucket, signaled a young demon slave to pry open Dakou Fei's mouth, and then proceeded to pour ice cubes directly into his mouth.

The reason Dakou Fei had this nickname was naturally because of his large mouth.

"Jun Ge, I'm sorry, I... I know I was wrong, mmph..."

Dakou Fei naturally knew that pouring ice cubes into his mouth was meant to knock out a row of his teeth, and the ice could also serve to stop the bleeding.

After filling Dakou Fei's mouth with ice cubes, Chen Jiajun narrowed his eyes, leaned down, and tilted forward:

"I see you're driving a Mercedes-Benz, and you say you only embezzled twenty thousand?

I'll give you one last chance. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, you can prepare to go for a swim in the sea. By then, Mr. Jiang will even praise me for being sharp and cleaning up the organization."

"I really don't remember how much I took. This car was bought with the company's money, and I also bought an apartment.

I also used the company's money to pay tribute to B Ge several times, thirty thousand each time."

Having survived the ordeal, Dakou Fei slurred out everything, even saying many things he shouldn't have.

After listening, Chen Jiajun kicked him in the face: "According to the company's rules, I could finish you off right here today. Hand over all the money you swallowed, leave the car, and transfer the property deed tomorrow."

"Now, get lost!"

"Yes, yes!"

Dakou Fei took out the Mercedes-Benz car keys, placed them on the table, and ran out of the nightclub as if fleeing for his life, though his eyes held a trace of resentment.

Chen Jiajun swirled his wine glass, sipping the drink with flair.

With his handsome face, he didn't look like a gangster at all; he looked more like a young playboy.

A full five minutes had passed since Dakou Fei left, and the silence in the lobby during that time was terrifying.

"Brother Jun, from now on... I will definitely be obedient, please don't... don't hit me, I really haven't skimmed any money."

Facing a group of young demon slaves reeking of blood, the Mama-san kept her head bowed, her entire body trembling.

Her hair was a bit disheveled at this moment, and her delicate face had turned slightly pale.

Chen Jiajun had already achieved his goal of establishing authority, and he couldn't be bothered to make things difficult for the Mama-san; after all, she was a cash cow for his subordinates:

"Don't be silly, I don't hit women; just be obedient and do your job from now on."

"Go tidy yourself up, we open for business as usual tonight."

"Yes, sir!"

Glorious Nightclub was Dalao B's own property.

"B Ge, you must stand up for me this time; even if I, Dakou Fei, haven't made any great contributions to the company, I've certainly put in the hard work..."

With a bruised and swollen face, Dakou Fei embellished the story with his own additions.

However, his calculations seemed to have gone wrong.

Although Dalao B wore a smile on his face, he already harbored murderous intent toward Dakou Fei in his heart.

(End of chapter)