Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 170 Appetizers
When Chan Ka-Chun arrived in Jordan in his Porsche 911, the bars along the entire street were engulfed in flames, and even the nearby residential buildings were affected, with the fire department's fire trucks and police cars flashing their lights.

As the police directed the vehicle to turn around, Chen Jiajun offered a pack of cigarettes and asked, "Officer, what happened up ahead? The fire is so bad."

The policeman took the cigarette, lit it, shook his head, and sighed:

"A rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds those who are unfortunate!"
A 14-year-old delinquent goes for a drive and, of all times, runs into his ex-girlfriend, who used to beat his mother every day. He'd already been in a juvenile detention center for two years when he was 10 for stabbing his mother's boyfriend with a bone. This time, he deliberately sets fire to the bar his mother's boyfriend was guarding. Who do you think is more pitiful?

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "The bar owner is the most pitiful."

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun say this, the policeman actually nodded: "Hearing you say that, it's true."

Chen Jiajun turned the Porsche around and drove towards the Hung Hom Tunnel. Lu Jinqiang's people were very thorough, and this was a more convincing excuse than accidental arson.

On the way, Chen Jiajun used his mobile phone to call Lao Yu and said to Lao Yu, who was waiting for news on the other end of the line, "Lu Jinqiang's men have entered the boys' home. You guys should get ready to do your work."

The intersection outside Wo Tsai Street in Sham Shui Po.

Wearing a tight leather jacket, Old Prisoner put down his cell phone and addressed the more than one hundred motorcyclists behind him: "Jordan is on fire! The Yue Nan Gang's laundry detergent factory is poorly defended! Put on your helmets and fire-resistant gloves!"

After saying that, Old Prison put on his helmet, flipped himself onto a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, and with a flick of his wrist, a machete appeared. The more than one hundred motorcyclists behind him were all Hell Knights.

Dozens of motorcyclists were carrying gasoline bottles, the pale yellow liquid inside constantly shaking.

After dozens of motorcyclists, Bai Lu, wearing a leather jacket, held the handlebars with one hand.

Then came five vans.

Yachi spoke to everyone through the walkie-talkie:
"Once we enter Wozai Street, Lao Yu, you guys rush in and kill people without holding back."

We'll throw Molotov cocktails and wait for the fire to start. Every car has LPG canisters; after we leave, remember to throw them in and blow up Tony's laundry detergent factory. Everyone wear masks so no one can see your faces!

"set off!"

The old prison guard in front ignored him and waved his hand. More than a hundred motorcycles roared to life and rushed towards Wozai Street!
In an instant, the earth shook and the wind howled!
midnight.

After joining forces with Jiang Tianyang, the Yue Nan Gang moved their laundry detergent factory to Wo Zai Street and distributed the detergents here. Old Yu had already found out about all of this.

The henchman in charge of guarding the area was still half asleep when he heard the roar of a motor outside the iron gate.

"Fuck your mother, making such a racket in the middle of the night!"

Ah Zha's henchmen thought he was a group of thugs speeding and complained a couple of times about the roaring engine.

next second!
With a loud "boom"!
The main iron curtain door was towed away by a high-powered motorcycle!
A glass bottle, gleaming with flames, was thrown past his head into the stable, smashing into the central statue of Guan Yu and shattering into pieces.

"I choose!"

The henchman was startled and turned around to see that the shrine in the flour mill had turned into flames and was burning incessantly.

Another Molotov cocktail came hurtling over and landed in front of him! Flames shot out of the glass bottle with a whoosh! In the blink of an eye, his eyebrows were burned off, and his clothes were set ablaze. The henchman screamed as he ran out of the powder factory!

Fuck your mother!

"Kill them!"

The Vietnamese men from the noodle factory upstairs rushed downstairs wielding machetes and sticks!

The Hell Knights outside didn't stop and rushed into the powder factory. With their left hands on the handlebars and their right hands holding machetes, they tore Yue Nanzi to pieces, and his screams were endless!

More fuel bottles were being thrown into the powder mill!

Yaqi jumped out of the car, turned on the valves of several small LPG cylinders, and threw them into the powder factory! Turning around, he slashed the henchman who was rolling on the ground trying to extinguish the flames in the back with a knife!
"withdraw!!"

Old Yu got on the Harley motorcycle and began to speak.

The car had driven less than 20 meters when a loud bang came from the powder factory!
The batch of laundry detergent that Yue Nan Gang and Jiang Tianyang jointly bought from Ba Mian Fo has all vanished!
This is the first time in twenty years since the era of money that a gang fight has involved attacks with Molotov cocktails and LPG canisters!

More than an hour later.

"Xian family property!"

"Made by Hung Hing!"

Ah Zha stood at the street corner of Wozai Street, shouting at the billowing smoke from the noodle factory.

His heart was bleeding at this moment, after all, this powder factory contained laundry detergent worth tens of millions!

At this moment, hundreds of Vietnamese men had gathered behind Ah Zha. The uniformed police officers on guard and the firefighters from the fire station who were putting out the fire subconsciously moved a few steps away.

A Toyota Crown stopped at the intersection of Wozai Street. Four plainclothes men in suits got out of the car. Seeing hundreds of people blocking their way, the middle-aged man in the lead tilted his head at his companion and said, "Ah Chang."

Lu Qichang took a police light out of the car and placed it on the roof, while simultaneously turning on the siren.

The middle-aged man took out an ID card from his suit and pinned it to his chest. He then said nonchalantly to the hundreds of Vietnamese men in front of him, "Get out of the way and call your boss, Brother Zha, out for a chat."

Yue Nan and his gang stared at the four without moving. Lu Qichang, who had just set off the police lights, strode forward, shoved the lead thug, and roared fiercely:
"Get out of the way! Are you trying to go on vacation?!"

Seeing that the police were about to take action, hundreds of Vietnamese men rushed forward, cursing under their breath.

Lu Qichang then pulled out a .38 pistol from his waist and roared at Yue Nanzai in front of him:

"Move again and we'll treat it as you trying to steal a gun and assault a police officer! Move!"

However, his imposing manner did not intimidate the group of vicious Vietnamese men in front of him; many of them even looked at him with eager anticipation.

From deep within the crowd, Azha roared, "Get the hell out of the way!"

Several hundred Vietnamese men made way for them, and Ah Zha led Tony and Ah Hu step by step.
"Commander Huang, are you that free? Stealing a gun and assaulting a police officer? That's a serious charge!"

Wong Chi-shing of the West Kowloon Anti-Triad Unit walked up to Luk Kai-cheung with his hands on his hips and patted him on the shoulder: "Ah-cheung, put it away! Our Brother Scum had his bar in Jordan burned down today, he's already very unhappy."

"So, how's it going, bro? Bringing all these buddies for a party?"

"What holiday is it today? Why are you playing so high? Who's your opponent? I'll help you drag him in." Huang Zhicheng lit a cigarette.

Ah Zha chuckled twice: "Thank you for your concern, Commander Huang. This has nothing to do with me. I'm just a concerned citizen who brought my brothers here to put out the fire."

Ah Zha's face was full of smiles. He waved his hand behind him, and the hundreds of Yue Nanzai underlings slowly dispersed.

"I knew you wouldn't talk. Come back with me to give a statement, and then we'll have some fun in the interrogation room." Upon hearing A-Zha's words, Lu Qichang reached for the handcuffs.

Huang Zhicheng pressed his hand down and said to Azha, "I know the rules of not provoking the imperial aura. Even if you don't say it, I know who it is!"

“Hung Hing made you lose thousands in one night, you must be upset. Tell me his name, and I'll help you get him in.”

"Commander Huang, I have no idea what you're talking about. I already said, this has nothing to do with me, disperse!"

Ah Zha shook his head again, then waved and walked towards his Mercedes-Benz.

Huang Zhicheng looked at him with a smile on his face: "Do you want me to play with you guys? I'll sweep your place every day from now on, three times a day, how about that?"

"If you like it, then go ahead and buy it!" Ah Zha said with a sneer.

"Ah Da, just a few days ago you told us not to do anything?"

When Chan Ka-Chun arrived at the warehouse in Tuen Mun, Leung Kwan called him with a smile.

“This is nothing to me; these are just appetizers.”

"Alright, tell the brothers to keep watch. The real feast is coming up!"

After Chen Jiajun finished speaking, he hung up the phone and looked at Tian Yangsheng.

"Brother, that's Wang Jianjun, the leader of this gang."

Tian Yangsheng introduced a strong, muscular young man standing beside him, who looked like a javelin.

"Boss Chen."

Wang Jianjun rubbed his hands repeatedly in his pockets to wipe away the sweat, then extended his hand to Chen Jiajun. Chen Jiajun didn't reciprocate, but instead looked at the newcomer with a questioning gaze and said, "Wang Jianjun, right? Do you know what I'm going to do?"

"Kill Yue Nanzi?"

"Don't worry, Boss Chen! We're experts at killing Yue Nanzi!"

Wang Jianjun patted his chest, his eyes shining with fearlessness. He had participated in the Vietnam War, was cold-blooded and ruthless, and had superb marksmanship.

"Correct!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen! We are all professionals!"

Wang Jianjun's younger brother also had a fearless look in his eyes.

"If it were just about killing, why would I need you?"

After speaking, Chen Jiajun gestured for the young demon slaves to open the storeroom doors.

"Zizzizi."

The warehouse slowly rose, and a young demon slave stepped forward to turn on several halogen lamps in the warehouse.

"boom!"

next moment!
The brightly lit scene before them startled Tian Yangsheng, Tian Yangyi, and the others.

He was shocked to discover that the arms shipment they had found in Vietnam had arrived in Hong Kong without anyone noticing: twenty Cobra attack helicopters, five Chinook heavy transport planes, and a pile of guns and ammunition.

How did the eldest brother manage to do that?
At this moment, Tian Yangsheng, Tian Yangyi, Tian Yangzhi and the others were all filled with doubt.

"Wang Jianjun, I want you to take two armed helicopters and kill a bunch of people!"

"I will tell you the time and place."

“Each of you ten will receive one million. Once you take the money, it’s none of my business.”

"If you don't have the guts, quit now!"

Chen Jiajun exhaled a puff of cigar air and stared at Wang Jianjun and the others.

At this moment, everyone present looked at Chen Jiajun in astonishment, because this plan was simply too crazy—to use a helicopter to kill people!
This isn't war!

This is just a regular gang fight!

They're actually going to use attack helicopters to kill people?
At that time... at that time, it will probably attract the attention of the Hong Kong Garrison.

Wang Jianjun and the others swallowed hard. If it were just murder and robbery, they would still have a chance to escape back to Guangdong Province. After all, it was a whole million yuan, enough for their descendants to spend even if they rolled on the ground every day.

But using a helicopter to kill people has a completely different meaning.

Wang Jianjun looked at his younger brother and his brothers, and after a long while, he called out to Chen Jiajun, "Boss Chen, this isn't about money."

"So it's a matter of life and death? Two million per person, to buy your lives."

"Three million per person."

"four million!"

"five million!"

As Chen Jiajun kept escalating the situation, Wang Jianjun insisted:

"Okay! We're done!"

"Since you've agreed, your lives are mine."

This million is your pocket money. Go and enjoy yourself. This is a mobile phone with a pager. We'll keep you informed of our tasks. Remember the code: three short lines and one long line.

Chen Jiajun took out a checkbook from inside his suit jacket, wrote down the amount of one million, and handed it to Wang Jianjun. Tian Yangsheng took out mobile phones, pagers, and other communication devices and handed them to the group.

Then, Chen Jiajun took out a piece of white paper and said, "In addition, all ten of you write down your home addresses on this piece of white paper. If anything happens to you, I will give each of you a head fee of five million to your family."

"Don't worry, if you manage to escape successfully, the money will definitely be handed over to you. I always keep my word."

After pondering for a moment, Wang Jianjun and the others said, "Boss Chen, we trust your character, but could you pay half first, and then we'll go back to the mainland and hand the money over to our families? That way, we won't have any worries when we do business."

"If you want to give it to your family, my people will do it for you."

Chen Jiajun's tone was domineering and left Tuen Mun without room for argument. After he finished speaking, he led the young demon slaves away.

Wang Jianjun and the others had no chance to refuse.

……

"Push to the street!"

"We lost five thousand in one night!"

"Twenty more brothers were burned to a crisp!"

At Diamond Hill Villa, Ah Zha sat imposingly in his seat.

The entire villa resembles a crystal palace.

Tony slammed a girl onto the table and shouted, "Damn it! Last time was just an accident! Otherwise, this time we'll just blast them all into the sky on the day of the dinosaurs' funeral!"

Although they have no direct evidence to prove that Hung Hing was behind it, anyone with a brain would know that it was Hung Hing.

"The Hong Kong police may be incompetent, but they are not to be trifled with."

"Please be patient during this time. Hu Sir, the top officer of the anti-triad unit, has already spoken with me."

Jiang Tianyang shook his head. He was wearing silk pajamas and had a large cigar between his fingers.

Tonight, Hung Hing's counterattack, though excessive, was still within the limits of the Hong Kong Royal Police's tolerance.

Jiang Tianyang could even imagine the gloating expressions on the faces of the anti-triad and anti-drug officers after they learned that the Yue Nan gang's noodle factory had been burned down.

"My men only have enough stock to last a day or two at most. What should we do?"

"I can't take this breath."

"Have the Eight-Faced Buddha delivered right now? Are you an idiot?"

Jiang Tianyang tossed his cigar into the ashtray, picked up his mobile phone, and stood up, saying with concern, "The score between us and Hung Hing is currently 1-1, a temporary tie."

"Let's all keep quiet for a while, focus on making money, and then we'll have another go at Chen Jiajun after the New Year."

"You guys play first, I'm going to make a phone call."

With that, Jiang Tianyang went upstairs.

"Watson!"

"Did you hear that?!"

"Brother Tianyang tells everyone to rest assured and make money!"

“I know, boss!” Watson replied loudly.

Thirty seconds later, Ah Zha zipped up his pants, kicked the woman away, lit a cigarette, and said:

"You son of a bitch, you're a music teacher? With your level of skill, how are you going to teach students to perform music in the future!"

"Seeing how hard you're working, I'll take pity on you! I'll give you seven more days to pay the balance! If you don't pay after seven days, my brothers will line up to make you play music! Get out!"

(End of this chapter)