Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"It's hard for us to imagine how many tourists who went missing in Thailand were sold to organ factories, murdered, and had their organs harvested for sale. This is not something a civilized society should do, nor should it be a problem in a civilized society."

The Miami Herald reporter was quite bold, directly using equipment to do a live broadcast from the prison gate.

Since the Miami Herald exposed the crucifixion child molestation case, the newspaper's reporters have been very enthusiastic about such cases.

Before anyone else could react, these guys started reporting live.

The cameramen even pointed their lenses at the Pattaya police, threatening to slap them on the head if they dared to obstruct their live broadcast.

Chen Jiajun watched the scene unfold with amusement; clearly, the reporters' fighting spirit had exceeded his expectations.

It's clear that the Pattaya police are unable to handle this matter.

So soon an official car drove up, and a man wearing glasses got out.

This guy's name is Zheng Hanshou, and he is the assistant to the mayor of Pattaya.

This guy was very clever; he didn't go directly to the reporters.

Because he could tell that the incident had little to do with the reporter.

Someone else was pulling the strings behind the scenes.

So he walked directly to Chen Jiajun's side and whispered, "Sir Chen, may I speak to you in private?"

With something this big happening, they will naturally investigate.

Chen Jiajun has little international influence, but he is somewhat well-known within the Chinese community.

Although Zheng Hanshou is a Thai-Chinese, he had heard of Chen Jiajun's reputation. Moreover, Hong Wengang, who was working with them, was also from Hong Kong, so it wasn't surprising that he knew Chen Jiajun's identity.

Upon seeing Zheng Hanshou, Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "Here to negotiate? Who are you?"

“I am the mayor’s assistant,” Zheng Hanshou said with a serious expression. “Sir Chen, we have witnessed your methods, but continuing this saga will not benefit either side. If I am not mistaken, some of your men are still trapped somewhere, aren’t they?”

Chen Jiajun glanced at Zheng Hanshou and said, "Interesting, let's talk about it."

Zheng Hanshou breathed a sigh of relief, then gestured with his hand in invitation: "Sir Chen, this way please."

With Bai Lu by his side, Chen Jiajun was naturally unafraid of any tricks she might play, and got directly into his car.

After getting into the car, Zheng Hanshou said to Chen Jiajun very solemnly, "Our mayor wants to make a deal with Sir Chen."

"Tell me about it," Chen Jiajun said with great charisma after lighting a cigar.

Zheng Hanshou continued, "How about the military and police drop the charges against your security company for illegal entry, carrying firearms, and terrorist attacks, in exchange for Sir Chen ceasing his interference in the organ factory matter?"

But Chen Jiajun laughed and said, "You're changing the subject; this condition isn't enough."

The mayor of Pattaya is a seasoned politician, and he is very adept at this kind of deal.

Indeed, if investigated thoroughly, they could classify the security company as a terrorist attack.

However, one thing is very important: they did not capture Yachi and the others.

Moreover, if Yachi and his young demon slaves wanted to leave, the Thai military and police couldn't stop them at all.

This does not constitute leverage.

Zheng Hanshou's expression changed, and then he asked, "Sir Chen, you've gone too far. This is Thailand."

"Really? I know." Chen Jiajun said with a sneer, "But so what? Who the hell allowed you to cause trouble in Hong Kong? The one who starts it is the one who loses, haven't you heard? Since you dare to set your sights on Hong Kong, my counterattack is only natural."

After a moment of silence, Zheng Hanshou said with a hint of deeper meaning, "Sir Chen truly lives up to his title of 'King of Hong Kong,' he is indeed domineering."

Chen Jiajun, however, said nonchalantly, "'King of Hong Kong' or Sir Chen, these are just titles. I don't care what others call me. I only know that no one can cause trouble on my turf without paying any price."

After a moment of silence, Zheng Hanshou said to Chen Jiajun, "Sir Chen, what kind of conditions do you want?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "A list of all your organ factory's partners."

Zheng Hanshou's expression immediately changed drastically: "That's impossible."

Chen Jiajun sneered and said, "I know what you're worried about. You're afraid I'll release the list. But don't worry, I'm not that bored. I just want to investigate something."

After a moment of silence, Zheng Hanshou said, "How can we trust you?"

Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "It seems you haven't grasped the situation yet. You simply don't have the ability to negotiate with me."

"Even if I do nothing now, do you think that mayor behind you can still keep his position? International condemnation, domestic public opinion pressure, who knows, even the Thai royal family might get involved? His political career is over."

"Give me the list, and I'll pretend I know nothing. This will give the mayor behind you time to make arrangements for your funeral. Otherwise, you should think it over carefully."

Chen Jiajun's words made Zheng Hanshou break out in a cold sweat.

This is indeed a very big deal; he's definitely going to lose his position as mayor.
Even if others don't take action, the mayor of Pattaya still has political enemies.

When the wind picks up, there might be even more people kicking a man when he's down.

Even he, the mayor's assistant, probably won't escape it.

Thinking of this, Zheng Hanshou's mind started working quickly.

If you have enough time, there are many things you can do.

At least Zheng Hanshou himself was confident that he could escape unscathed.

So he directly asked Chen Jiajun, "How much time can you give me?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Three days. Apart from the Miami Herald, all other newspapers take three days to publish."

This timing wasn't something Chen Jiajun made up; it was information he had obtained from previous inquiries.

Zheng Hanshou nodded: "Okay, I'll give you the list. And I'll have the military and police withdraw their troops."

"A smart man," Chen Jiajun said with a smile. "If it weren't for your complicated background, I would have wanted to recruit you."

Chen Jiajun wasn't lying; Zheng Hanshou is indeed a talented person.

To be able to serve as the assistant to the mayor of Pattaya at such a young age, one must possess talent, background, and learning.

What Chen Jiajun lacks is precisely this kind of talent.

Unfortunately, this guy's background is far too complicated, and he's deeply entangled with Thai politics.

Even if they could recruit him, Chen Jiajun would probably have to be wary of him.

Zheng Hanshou forced a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Chen."

After the two chatted for a while, one of Zheng Hanshou's men brought over a file folder.

Yaqi also called to inform Chen Jiajun that the military and police in Pattaya had withdrawn.

After receiving the list, Chen Jiajun got out of the car and said, "Remember, you only have three days. Other things are beyond my control."

"Understood." Zheng Hanshou nodded very solemnly.

The matter in Thailand is over, but the matter in Hong Kong is not.

The news that Chen Zhijie had escaped safely had reached Chen Guohua's ears, which made Chen Guohua breathe a long sigh of relief.

Bringing Hong Wenbiao out was already a violation of police regulations; if Hong Wengang were to abduct him, he would be in even more trouble.

Fortunately, things started to look up. Chen Guohua immediately took Hong Wenbiao away from the hotel and met up with the police's Interpol department.

Just as Chen Guohua left, Hong Wengang's assassins came looking for them.

"Boss, there's no one here anymore. They must have just left." The assassin looked around, touched the instant noodle box that wasn't completely cold, and immediately reported to Hong Wengang.

"What?" Upon receiving this news, Hong Wengang immediately had a bad feeling.

All of Chen Guohua's previous moves were within his calculations.

They even kidnapped Hong Wenbiao from the hospital.

Although it involved some risky maneuvers, it did not escape his control.

But at this moment, Hong Wengang felt that things were getting out of control.

After hanging up the phone, he dialed Chen Guohua's number.

Chen Guohua sneered, "Hong Wengang, do you feel like things are getting out of your control? You probably don't know what's happening in Thailand yet, do you? Don't worry, your end is just around the corner."

After taking Hong Wenbiao to the police safe house, Chen Guohua received a call from Hong Wengang.

This gave Chen Guohua a fright and made him break out in a cold sweat.

If Chen Zhijie hadn't said there was trouble in Thailand and someone had helped him escape...

Chen Guohua is still waiting for news from Hong Wengang.

The outcome would be that Hong Wenbiao would be kidnapped, and he would have no chance of finding his nephew.

Now that things are settled, once Hong Wenbiao has sobered up and personally accuses his elder brother, the matter can be over.

Not only Chen Guohua breathed a sigh of relief, but his old buddies also breathed a sigh of relief.
In any case, given the current situation, they can use other excuses to cover it up.

Although I will definitely be punished, it's much better than losing my job.

"Alright, everyone's had a stressful day, take a break," Chen Guohua said with a smile.

"Boss, is that guy alright?" one of Chen Guohua's old buddies asked.

Chen Guohua nodded: "He's already out of trouble." "Wow, that's awesome." Chen Guohua's men couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

To be able to escape successfully after being captured is clearly not something an ordinary person can do.

They were both police officers, and they were investigating organ trafficking cases.

I know how cruel these bandits are.

Now that they heard their colleague was alright, everyone was genuinely happy.

Once a person's nerves are on edge, their alertness becomes very poor.

Even veteran police officers like Chen Guohua are no exception.

While the police officers inside were resting, they were completely unaware that someone had quietly entered their building.

The newcomer was a young man without eyebrows, who was also the number one assassin in Hong Wengang's group.

To avoid alerting the enemy, this guy used a silenced pistol to kill the old man in the gatehouse.

After confirming the room, we headed straight to the safe house.

The fact that he was able to find the police safe house so easily clearly indicates that there is a mole within the police force.

After all, undercover work is not uncommon between gangsters and police.

Just as the police can send in undercover agents, gangs can also bribe corrupt police officers through coercion and manipulation.

The eyebrowless assassin walked to the safe house and checked the number of people inside.

He shot the lock off the door, then kicked it open and rushed inside.

The violent sound of the door being kicked open woke Chen Guohua and his group up.

But by the time they reached for their guns, it was too late.

To become Hong Wengang's confidant, one must be no ordinary person.

As soon as the assassin pushed open the door, he fired, hitting two policemen who were about to get up.

It was the veteran policeman Chen Guohua who proved his worth; he didn't even reach for his gun, but instead grabbed a stool and smashed it down on the killer's arm.

The assassin, in pain, dropped his gun to the ground.

Taking advantage of the situation, Chen Guohua rushed over and started fighting with him.

However, Chen Guohua is getting old, and although he is still active on the front lines, his skills are not what they used to be.

He was kicked directly in the stomach by the assassin and staggered back a few steps.

The assassin didn't even bother to pick up the gun on the ground. Instead, he lifted his shirt, pulled out two throwing knives, and hurled them at Chen Guohua's chest.

Chen Guohua's pupils constricted at this moment.

The two throwing knives were aimed directly at his heart.

Fortunately, some colleagues have already realized what happened.

He kicked a chair over, which blocked the two throwing knives.

The assassin reacted quickly, throwing out two more throwing knives.

The target was the other two policemen behind Chen Guohua.

The other two police officers were not seriously injured, but they were injured in their arms and shoulders, and were temporarily unable to hold their guns.

The assassin pounced at that moment, holding two throwing knives in reverse, ready to strike at close range.

In the confined space of a safe house, a knife is far more effective than a firearm, as there's no need to worry about stray bullets.

The two sides exchanged blows for only a short while before several more people fell into pools of blood, including Chen Guohua.

At this moment, Chen Guohua and the others could only watch as the eyebrowless assassin, with a sinister smile on his face, walked towards them step by step.

My heart is filled with resentment.

This matter could have been perfectly resolved simply by waiting for backup.

Exactly at this time.

Just as everyone was preparing to close their eyes and await death, the light shining in from the doorway was suddenly blocked by a tall person.

Because of the backlighting, no one could clearly see his face.

But the machete in his hand was gleaming with a cold light.

The assassin without eyebrows reacted swiftly, slashing at the figure with a backhand strike without hesitation.

The speed was so fast and the angle so tricky that there was no time for anyone to react.

But what the assassin didn't expect was that the sensation of the knife cutting through his skin, which he had anticipated, did not come through.

Instead, the shock made his arm go numb, and it was accompanied by a metallic clanging sound.

The assassin looked closely and discovered that the mysterious man behind him had actually blocked his throwing knife with a large cleaver.

"He's got some skills, no wonder he was used as Hong Wengang's trump card."

The burly man spoke with a hint of mockery and walked into the safe house with an easy expression.

Only then did Chen Guohua, who was lying on the ground, realize who the newcomer was, and immediately exclaimed in surprise, "You are... Hung Hing!"

That's right, the visitor was none other than the current leader of Hung Hing.

Chen Jiajun's trusted lieutenant, Old Prison.

Chen Guohua may not have gotten along with these gangsters normally, but he now has to admit that Lao Yu's appearance is undoubtedly a savior for his brothers.

Facing the extremely oppressive old prison guard, the eyebrowless assassin gritted his teeth and charged forward again.

This time, he feinted, throwing one knife at Old Prison's chest and the other directly at his eye.
Unfortunately, for a master like Lao Yu who had already mastered cold weapons to perfection, these little tricks were completely useless.

He simply kicked the assassin in the shin with lightning speed, disrupting his balance.

These two fatal blows completely deviated from their intended direction.

Then, with a gentle flick of the knife in Old Prison's hand, the assassin's eyes widened instantly, and he collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat.

Fresh blood kept flowing from between his fingers, staining his body red.

Glancing at the assassin, Old Prison said calmly to Chen Guohua, "You'd better call for reinforcements immediately."

After saying that, Old Prison shook the blood off his knife and left the safe house.

After the old prison guard left, the police officers in the safe house seemed to be dreaming.

Generally, when these gang leaders encounter police officers in such situations, it's considered good if they don't kick them while they're down.

Where might someone offer help to them?
That's why they have such a surreal feeling.

Although they didn't know why Lao Yu suddenly appeared to save them, or why he turned and left after killing the assassin.

But Chen Guohua finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ignoring his own injuries, he began checking the wounds on several of his colleagues.

Fortunately, because the old prison guard arrived in time, none of the police officers suffered any fatal injuries.

Only the two people who were shot required first aid.

Police reinforcements arrived quickly.

In particular, Chen Guohua's superior breathed a sigh of relief when he discovered that although the people had suffered some injuries, the witnesses were all fine.

At least a few people's jobs were saved at this point.

On the other side, Hong Wengang was already getting impatient.

Although things haven't escalated in Thailand, the mayor of Pattaya is currently too preoccupied to deal with a nobody like Hong Wengang.

There was no news from Gao Jin either, and Hong Wengang knew that something must have happened.

But what made him even more uneasy was that even the assassins he had sent out could not be reached by phone.

This immediately alerted Hong Wengang.

Without taking anyone with him, he changed into an inconspicuous tracksuit, got into his family's old, beat-up car, and left the mansion without attracting anyone's attention.

Having done dirty business in Hong Kong for so long, Hung Man-kong naturally had his own connections.

Otherwise, even if they aren't wiped out by the police, they'll be exposed by other gangs and won't be able to survive.

So Hong Wengang drove directly to a fishing village at the seaside pier.

There is a hidden storyline involving him: a couple who have received great favors from him.

The two men were just fishermen by day, with a side business of smuggling, but in critical moments they could become the passage for Hung Man-kong to escape from Hong Kong.

The fisherman and his wife were very wary when they saw Hong Wengang coming over in the middle of the night.

After inviting Hong Wengang into the house, they stayed outside for a while to make sure they weren't being followed. (End of Chapter)