Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 213 Secret Agreement
Chen Jiajun took a deep drag on his cigar and said, "What if I don't pay?"

"hehe."

He Guorong's smile slowly faded, and he said slowly and coldly, "You'd better think it over. If you don't give it to me, I'll arrest you and take you back immediately. Do you dare to disobey?"

"Officer, do you know who you're threatening?"

"I'm so scared."

Chen Jiajun slowly exhaled his cigar, while secretly surveying his surroundings: "Kill them for me."

After saying that, Chen Jiajun jumped into the Mercedes-Benz SUV with lightning speed.

The gunfight has begun.

"Sir, watch out."

The political department agents reacted quickly. As soon as Chen Jiajun finished speaking, they drew their Browning pistols and quickly sought cover. Several loyal subordinates immediately stood in front of He Guorong.

"boom."

"boom."

"boom."

However, the Hell Knights led by Archie reacted even faster.

Before Chen Jiajun could finish speaking, Yaqi pulled out his Browning pistol without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

"boom."

A brilliant, fiery red wave splashed on the forehead of the agent who was blocking He Guorong's way.

"How dare they fire at the Political Department?"

Blood splattered on Bai Shibin's face. He cursed angrily, raised his hand, and fired a shot at Yaqi's left chest.

However, Archie drew his katana with lightning speed and easily blocked the bullet.

"What the hell?" Yaqi's reaction completely terrified Bai Shibin.

"boom."

While Bai Shibin was still in a daze, Yaqi pulled the trigger without hesitation.

A gunshot between the eyebrows.

Bai Shibin is dead and gone.

"FUCK".

Are they even human?

In the instant of the battle, the political agents realized something was wrong. No matter how many shots they fired at Archie and his men, to everyone's dismay, these men were like monsters, either unresponsive when hit or easily dodged.

"Ding ding ding."

Bullets flew across the scene, creating a rapid, short, and crisp sound.

As Yachi and his men closed in, a sense of despair rose in the hearts of the political agents. Were they facing a human or a ghost?
"Call for backup immediately! Call the Hong Kong Garrison!" Ho Kwok-wing shouted.

The next moment, a dagger appeared at his neck. Old Prison said coldly, "Tell your men to stop."

"boom."

A fearless political agent shot the old prisoner in the arm. The old prisoner swung his long knife and cleaved the agent in two on the spot. With a slight effort in his left hand, he said, "I don't want to say it a second time, Sir."

A warm sensation flowed down my neck.

He Guorong immediately shouted, "Stop!"

The gunfight stopped instantly, leaving only the smoke in the air, the corpses on the ground, and the faint echoes of gunfire.

"Put down all your guns," Old Prisoner shouted again.

"Put the gun down."

He Guorong was well aware of the power of the man behind him.
This has exceeded the understanding of Ha Kwok-wing, an elite from MI5 and the head of the political department.

“Sir, they won’t let us off the hook,” a political officer warned.

"Put it down. We're on the front lines now. If you disobey orders, that's a Z-transformation."

He Guorong roared in fury.

"Clap."

"Clap."

First one, then a second, and then three or four.

All the political operatives reluctantly put down their guns, and one by one, the young demon slaves rushed forward, each attacking the other.

Chen Jiajun jumped out of the car.

He Guorong, panting heavily, asked, "What exactly are you? Are you human or ghosts?"

“These things are not important. I’ll ask again, what secrets does the Dragon Head Cane hold? You know, now that the Dragon Head Cane is in my hands, I have plenty of time to study it.”

Chen Jiajun walked up to He Guorong and said coldly.

"And then what? You'll let me go? I promise to pretend nothing happened tonight, and my previous promises to you still stand. Let's try to make peace." He Guorong negotiated his terms.

Chen Jiajun sneered, "You should know that you are not in a position to negotiate with me right now."

“If any of us die, the higher-ups will absolutely not let Hung Hing off the hook. Nor will they let you off the hook. No matter where you go, someone will hunt you down.”

"Big Brother Jun, you don't want to live a life of anonymity for the rest of your life, do you?"

He quickly adjusted his demeanor and said with a smile.

What He Guorong said was true; this is how intelligence organizations like the CIA, MI5 and MI6, and the KGB operate.

When a nation's most elite organization suffers such a severe blow, the nation's power will do everything in its power to dig deep and eliminate the enemy completely.

"I'd love to try, I'll just count to three."

"three."

"two."

Chen Jiajun held up three fingers.

Just when only one finger remained, Ho Kwok-wing hurriedly shouted, "Stop, I'll talk, I'll talk."

“Okay, I hope the secret you’ve told me satisfies me.” Chen Jiajun took a puff of his cigar.

He Guorong slowly recounted the secret of the dragon head stick: "A hundred years ago, we took Hong Kong from the Qing government."

However, the takeover was met with fierce resistance. In order to improve relations and better control Hong Kong, the British government made a deal with the foreign powers.

"On the one hand, it is to improve the image of the British government; on the other hand, we are echoing the words of the English word group to show the public our open-minded attitude."

"Hong Kong, a city with a long history, has hidden the agreements of that time in every dragon-headed stick."

This secret utterly shocked Chen Jiajun. He took a deep drag on his cigar and asked, "So, the real purpose of your Political Department sending Huang Bi'an to infiltrate my side and use my power to seize the Dragon Head Stick was to prevent the scandal from being exposed?"

“That’s right, but I didn’t expect that you would see through Elizabeth (Huang Bi’an).

He Guorong chuckled self-deprecatingly, then put on a smug smile and said, "Also, the problem of triads in Hong Kong isn't really insurmountable. Boss Jun, you don't actually think your current strength is because you're really that powerful, do you?"

“My strength far exceeds your expectations. Of course, my rapid growth is also related to the laissez-faire attitude of British Hong Kong and its colonial master, England.” Chen Jiajun smiled noncommittally.

He Guorong nodded and said, "That's right, but if we sweep it all away, the old will die and the new will grow."

"Furthermore, our Special Branch even has some intelligence that the armed helicopter attack on drug lords that occurred last year at Tin Hau Temple in Yuen Long is inextricably linked to you."

Chen Jiajun countered, "What makes you say that?"

He Guorong pointed to his head: "We do intelligence work. Last year, Vietnam lost a batch of US military equipment. Vietnam has your entry and exit records. We also learned that several Cobra and Chinook helicopters appeared in mainland China, which happened to be the missing batch. And coincidentally, you were in China at the time, conducting research and acquiring a large piece of land in Shenzhen." He Guorong continued, "Now, it's time to get your men to put down their guns. Tell me, what conditions do you want? You should know that this secret isn't of much use to you. Why not exchange it for tangible benefits?"

What he said was absolutely true.

After considering for about three or four minutes, Chen Jiajun said, "Kill everyone except the big sir."

The next moment, gunshots rang out.

More than a dozen more corpses lay on the ground. He Guorong jumped up and down, cursing angrily, "Madman, you're a complete madman!"

"Well, the reason a secret is a secret is that the fewer people who know it, the better."

"Big Sir, I don't think you'd want your men to know about our dirty dealings, would you?"

"Also, do you think I'll let you go? At worst, I'll just hide in the mainland, and there will be plenty of people protecting me."

Chen Jiajun remained calm and composed in the face of He Guorong's insults.

He Guorong trembled with fear: "You've broken your promise, you're dishonest."

"Big Sir, I'm a man of the trade. Remember this from now on: be polite to me and behave well in front of me. I'll keep this secret for the rest of my life."

Chen Jiajun slapped He Guorong's face lightly with his hand without any restraint.

"You don't really think I can't handle you, do you?" He Guorong said through gritted teeth.

"Of course I don't think so. So the next step is the key to whether you can survive. Old Yu, take him back to Tuen Mun and find Bai Lu right away. The rest of you, clean up the battlefield."

Chen Jiajun issued the order.

"Got it, big brother." Old Yu nodded and put He Guorong into the Mercedes and drove away.

Chen Jiajun immediately looked at Yaqi and the others, "Brothers, how serious are your injuries?"

"piece of cake."

Archie glanced at the several Hell Knights around him who had been shot, and answered casually.

After throwing all the corpses and bullet-riddled cars into the space, Chen Jiajun and the others cleaned up the scene before returning to Tuen Mun.

Guojun Group, underground secret room.

"Big brother."

The area is heavily guarded, with a sentry post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps.

Chen Jiajun nodded as he walked inside.

Queen Bai Lu, dressed in a white dress, stepped out of the secret chamber: "He Guorong has undergone extensive willpower training. Complete control is not very successful, but his memory can be modified to increase his loyalty to you to ninety percent."

"Let's take a gamble. Let's have someone beat him up first to break his willpower," Chen Jiajun ordered.

"Yes," Bai Lu replied and walked into the secret room.

"Is Boss Jun here?" Even in the heart of a "thief's den," He Guorong spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

Bai Lu did not respond, but looked at the young demon slaves beside her and gestured, "Use torture."

A young demon slave stepped forward, grasped He Guorong's hand, and pressed down hard on He Guorong's thumb nails with both hands. After pressing down, he quickly withdrew his hands.

A ferocious look appeared on He Guorong's face, veins bulging: "Is that all? What do you want to know?"

"Mr. He, please rest assured, we are all professionally trained. In the next six or seven hours, we guarantee that you will experience the ultimate torture. This is just the beginning."

Bai Lu smiled and said to He Guorong, then said to her brothers, "Remember, when you're torturing him, make sure Mr. He doesn't die."

He Guorong gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and revealed an expression of extreme enjoyment.

As a top agent, He Guorong had secretly carried out many missions in East Germany, and undergoing willpower training was a necessary course for agents.

"I hope you enjoy it." Bai Lu smiled and waved.

Four young demon slaves lifted He Guorong onto the operating table, bound him tightly, pried open his mouth, and placed a rubber rod inside to prevent him from biting off his tongue during the torture.

Two young demon slaves, dressed in white coats and holding scalpels, slowly stabbed into He Guorong's left and right ankles with a swift motion.

He Guorong trembled violently.

"These ants are bullet ants that we introduced from the Amazon. They rank first on the Schmidt Pain Index."

It is said that the coming-of-age ceremony of the Amazon tribes involves being bitten several times by it, and only those who can hold back their tears for ten minutes are considered true warriors...

Sir, please enjoy your meal.

Bai Lu brought over a jar of ants and waved it in front of He Guorong.

Only then did fear show in He Guorong's eyes, and he shook his head frantically.

The young demon slave used tools to pry open the wound on He Guorong's ankle, sprinkled some sugar into it, and bullet ants followed the scent of sugar, biting and tearing at the flesh inside He Guorong's wound.

"Uh huh!!!"

He Guorong's eyes were wide open, and his whole body was trembling more and more violently, with even the muscles all over his body shaking violently.

Bai Lu grabbed a handful of candy and slowly sprinkled it on He Guorong. "Big Sir, you can't let us down. We still have a long time tonight."

More bullet ants were poured onto the operating table. Tens of thousands of bullet ants were gnawing at He Guorong's flesh and blood at the same time. The more violently He Guorong trembled, the more excited the bullet ants became in their bites.

Until He Guorong could no longer make a sound, only trembling violently.

"Let him rest for five minutes, give him an adrenaline injection, and then feed him half a magic bean."

Senzu Beans were obtained by Chen Jiajun from the Dragon Ball world where Yajirobe lived. These life-saving artifacts were actually not expensive.

Bai Lu waved her hand, and after the Senzu Bean was fed in, He Guorong finally had a moment to catch his breath. He was covered in sweat, but in the next moment, he saw a terrifying reflection: the wounds all over his body were slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What is this?" This was completely beyond He Guorong's comprehension.

"You don't need to know, but it will heal your wounds quickly, you're really lucky. After you've rested, we'll continue slowly. We'll try all the tortures from ancient and modern times, from the East and the West, several times, to make sure you remember them vividly."

Bai Lu said with a charming smile.

About five minutes later, Bai Lu clapped her hands and said, "Big Sir, are you rested enough?"

“You are devils, you are not human!” He Guorong screamed.

Without a word, the two young demon slaves tied He Guorong's two thumbs together with wire, attached a rope, and pressed an electric switch. The rope slowly pulled upwards, and eventually He Guorong's entire body weight fell on his two thumbs.

That wasn't all. The young demon slave brought over a whole bag of bullet ants and put it over He Guorong's face.

Chen Jiajun shuddered; it was too cruel.

Can this even be considered a human being?

This is so torturous, it's truly a difficult birth.

As a philanthropist, Chen Jiajun could not bear to see such things, so he decisively got up and left the secret room.

Inside the interrogation room, Political Minister He Guorong continued to scream in agony. Bai Lu ordered the young demon slaves to continue using torture methods such as steel wool, rope pulling, performing "beauty dances," and hanging bombs on airplanes...

In short, Bai Lu further explored the possibilities of torture, constantly creating new and innovative methods.

Physical torment can be recovered from, but mental devastation accumulates step by step.

This is how willpower is gradually eroded.

Upon arriving at the chairman's office, the skilled antique craftsmen from Kowloon Walled City had already disassembled the mechanism of the dragon head cane and retrieved the secret agreement sealed inside.

Chen Jiajun unfolded the cloth agreement and read it from beginning to end. In addition to what He Guorong had mentioned, there were also clauses about sending slave laborers to England.

"Pounce on the street."

After reading it, Chen Jiajun took a deep breath and quickly had the antique craftsmen forge an agreement and a dragon-headed staff. Then he sealed the real dragon-headed staff together with the agreement, wrote a document, and called Old Prison: "Go back to China immediately and hand this document over to Marshal Gu, the One-Word Parallel King."

Old Prison took the dragon-headed staff and the agreement, then disappeared into the night.

(End of this chapter)