Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"What are you looking at?" Just as the professor was about to rescue the bird, Old Prison's cold voice rang in his ears.

Startled, the professor abandoned his empty AK and drew his pistol, firing several shots at his side.

But a series of "clanging" sounds came, letting him know that none of his bullets had hit the old prisoner.

Instead, the chilling sound of something cutting through the air made the hairs on his body stand on end.

It was clearly impossible to dodge now, so the professor simply turned around and took the blow with his back.

He then immediately pulled out two grenades from his pocket and pulled the pins off.

"Let's die together." The professor lived up to his reputation as a ruthless man, grabbing two smoking grenades and intending to take Old Prison down with him.

Unfortunately, Old Prison's face, devoid of joy or sorrow, showed no change in expression.

Then, to the professor's astonishment, he actually took the initiative to come forward.

"boom."

The grenade explosion engulfed the professor, blowing him and Old Prison to pieces.

But the next moment, Old Prison's figure reappeared out of thin air, watching with utter boredom as the young demon slaves tortured and killed several of the professor's subordinates.

The old prisoner who just outwitted the professor was merely an avatar.

Less than five minutes had passed since the professor and his group were all dealt with.

Old Prison checked his watch, then ordered his men to unload the contents of the container and pile them on the dock.

Just then, a sharp screech of brakes came from behind.

Axe Jun had been observing the professor's group's movements. Upon hearing that these guys had destroyed two more armored vehicles, he immediately drove to the dock, eager to take over his 30% of laundry detergent.

Unfortunately, when he arrived at the destination, he found that the professor and his group were already dead.

Standing before him was none other than the current head of Hung Hing, the old prison warden.

"How could it be you?" Axe-Handed Jun exclaimed in surprise.

Old Yu glanced at his watch with a cold smile and said, "Judging by the time, you should be here by now."

Upon hearing this news, Axe-Hand Jun's pupils constricted immediately.

Judging from the old prison guard's words, it seemed he had known all along that he would come.

This immediately sent a chill down Axeman's spine.

There should only be three people who know about his deal with the Khun Sa Group.

But how do we explain the old prisoner's appearance here now?

Old Yu looked at Axe Jun with a mocking expression and said, "You're here for this batch of laundry detergent worth 200 million?"

“That’s right, name your price. Hand over this batch of goods to me.” Axe Jun said through gritted teeth, “We’re all in this together, there’s no need to let the cops get away with it.”

Old Yu, with a half-smile, said to Axe Jun, "Do you want this batch of goods for yourself, or are you planning to buy it from Khun Sa?"

Axe-Handed Jun said impatiently, "What's it to you? You made money, I got the goods, isn't that a win-win situation?"

Old Yu shook his head and said, "Axe Jun, do you really think I'm a fool?"

As he spoke, Old Yu took out a match, lit his cigarette, and then flicked his finger, sending the match flying onto the laundry detergent that had been doused with gasoline.

Instantly, flames shot into the sky.

This batch of laundry detergent, worth 200 million, was burned into a towering pillar of fire right in front of Axe Jun.

Axe-Handed Jun was shocked and immediately wanted to rush over to help.

But suddenly, several young demon slaves behind Old Prison took a step forward.

He clenched his fists, a malicious smile spreading across his face.

Axe-Hand Jun had no doubt that if he rushed forward, he would be beaten to a pulp.

So Axe Jun stopped in frustration, watching helplessly as a large amount of laundry detergent was burned to ashes.

The high quality of the Hung Hing gangsters instilled a sense of despair in all other triads in Hong Kong.
In particular, the group of strong men who were Chen Jiajun's confidants were so powerful that it was no exaggeration to say that almost every one of them could rival the fighting prowess of a triad member, and their physical fitness was frighteningly high.

Therefore, even a well-known double-flower red stick like Axe Jun dared not face more than two Hung Hing thugs at the same time.

Not to mention Old Prison, who was always watching from the sidelines.

"Old Prison, what do you mean by this?" Although Axe Jun didn't dare to act recklessly, he was still willing to talk back, after all, he was now the boss of the New Tribe, and his status was equivalent to that of Old Prison.

"It doesn't mean anything. My boss has a grudge against Khun Sa. Isn't it normal for him to burn his goods?" Old Prison said, spreading his hands.

Axe-Hand Jun said coldly, "But I have a share in this batch of goods."

"Is that so?" Old Prison sneered. "This batch of goods was just stolen from Interpol headquarters? Why don't you go and talk to Interpol?"

"You," Axe-Hand Jun was instantly terrified by Old Prison's tone.

But he simply didn't dare to make this matter public.

Otherwise, the police would definitely keep a close watch on their new reporters no matter the cost.

But Axe Jun was unwilling to leave like this. Just as he was about to say something, Old Prison spoke up impatiently: "I know that you've been causing trouble for the Khun Sa Group lately. You must be unwilling to accept that you haven't gotten any benefits after causing so much trouble."

"But I'm warning you, you'd better think things through before you say them. Otherwise, I'll show you what it means to lose both face and substance."

Although Old Yu's tone was very calm, the threat was quite obvious.

To put it bluntly, these people could easily wipe out all of Axe Jun's henchmen right now.

If Axe Jun doesn't know his place, Old Prison wouldn't mind giving New Detective another boss.

Hearing Old Prison's threat, the hairs on Axe Jun's back stood on end.

He then realized that the man in front of him was no pushover; he was Chen Jiajun's number one assassin.

Countless souls have perished beneath that single cleaver.

Even now that he's in charge of the gang, his fierce aura doesn't seem to have diminished in the slightest.

It's not impossible that I could kill this guy right here and now if I anger him.

To be honest, Axe Jun was genuinely scared.

After weighing the pros and cons, Axe Jun snorted coldly and turned to his underlings, saying, "Let's go."

This time, he's definitely lost face, but Axe Jun is doing a good job as the leader and doesn't want to go looking for death.

Inside a hotel in Hong Kong.

Zhang Suquan was still waiting for good news from the professor and his gang of ruthless thugs.

After all the trouble they've caused, they've finally managed to get their hands on the goods.

Once the goods are loaded onto the ship, the life or death of the professor and his group will no longer be his concern.

Even if the professor and his group survive, Khun Sa won't let them receive the final payment while they're alive. Selling this batch of goods will at least help Khun Sa's group recover some of its losses.

Just as Zhang Suquan was pondering, a henchman knocked on the door of the suite and said to Zhang Suquan in a panic, "Lieutenant Zhang, something bad has happened."

"What's going on? Why are you in such a panic?" Zhang Suquan said with displeasure.

The subordinate swallowed hard and said, "The brother who was keeping watch just reported that the professor and his group have all been killed."

"What?" Zhang Suquan was so shocked that he stood up from the sofa and hurriedly asked, "Where is that guy?"

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"The goods were burned." The underling glanced at Zhang Suquan's face and then said weakly.

"Burned? Holy crap, burned?" Zhang Suquan's eyes widened in shock.

The subordinate nodded, not daring to continue.

Zhang Suquan was completely stunned. He then asked, "Who did this? Where's Axe Jun? Didn't he try to stop it?"

The subordinate continued, "It seems that Axe Jun went there with his men, and that man set the goods on fire right in front of Axe Jun."

"That damn good-for-nothing!" Zhang Suquan cursed. "He always brags about how useful he is in Hong Kong, but when it really matters, he's utterly useless."

After finishing his rant, Zhang Suquan, his face contorted with rage, turned to the skinny man and demanded, "Who were the people who burned our goods?"

“I don’t know either, but I heard Axe Jun call the other person Old Prison.” The subordinate thought for a moment, then said to Zhang Suquan.

“Old Prisoner. Hung Hing.” Zhang Suquan immediately realized what was happening and said through gritted teeth, “It’s you again, Chen Jiajun. You deserve to die.”

The reason Khun Sa hired outsiders to do this was to prevent Hung Hing from causing trouble.

However, unexpectedly, this matter could not be prevented in the end.

Hung Hing still intervened, and they really screwed them over.

This has really created a major rift, since Khun Sa Group is currently going through a tough time and is hoping to recoup some losses by shipping goods.

However, Chen Jiajun's interference has made things extremely difficult for the entire Khun Sa Group.

Zhang Suquan immediately reported the matter to Khun Sa, who was furious upon learning of it.

Chen Jiajun had already ruined his business many times, and this time he burned all the goods he was using to recoup his losses.

This is clearly a self-defeating act.
Zhe Rang Khun Sa was furious: "Kill this bastard, by any means necessary."

Zhang Suquan felt a headache coming on when he heard Khun Sa's words: "General, this is Hong Kong, Chen Jiajun's territory. It's obviously impossible to kill him directly."

"Moreover, Chen Jiajun's henchmen are also very powerful. With our manpower, we would have been killed before we even got close to him."

Upon hearing Zhang Suquan's words, Khun Sa immediately fell silent.

It must be said that he could wield considerable influence in the Golden Triangle, but he didn't have much of a way to manage things in Hong Kong.

It was clearly impossible for Chen Jiajun, the recognized "King of Hong Kong," to assassinate him.

Unless Khun Sa himself is willing to bleed.
Khun Sa kept his personal money separate from that of the Khun Sa Group. It was clear that the Khun Sa Group was in dire straits, but Khun Sa himself was still quite wealthy.

So after a moment, Khun Sa gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's hire an assassin. If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll really think I can't handle him."

"Hiring an assassin?" Zhang Suquan said in surprise, "That would probably cost a lot of money."

Khun Sa coldly said, "That's none of your business. You go and find out Chen Jiajun's weaknesses, and then contact the assassins over there for me."

Hearing the murderous intent in Khun Sa's tone, Zhang Suquan had no choice but to shut his mouth.

Having followed Khun Sa for so long, he knew that no amount of persuasion would work at this point, and might even backfire, so he had no choice but to agree.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Suquan started to feel a headache coming on.

Chen Jiajun himself has been studied by many people, not only by Englishmen in Hong Kong, but also by the CIA, the Ether Society, and others who are at odds with him.

They created a file for Chen Jiajun to study his personality and work style.

But after some research, it turns out that this guy seems to be the type who is completely unresponsive to reason.

Aside from his fondness for dating female celebrities, he seems to have no flaws.

However, targeting these female celebrities is not a good idea.

Chen Jiajun's women are all very famous, and it's estimated that their actions will attract a lot of attention as soon as they make a move.

This is something no one wants to face.

Therefore, as long as Chen Jiajun doesn't leave Hong Kong, there's no solution for him at this stage.

Those in the Ether Society, in particular, know just how monstrous Chen Jiajun's men are.

Hotels on the mainland couldn't do anything about him and even suffered considerable losses.

Therefore, the CIA and the Ether Society chose to remain silent, waiting for Chen Jiajun to reveal a flaw before taking action.

The Englishmen simply couldn't do anything about Chen Jiajun.

After all, this guy still holds the title of knight, so they couldn't go too far.

However, this kind of information is something that drug lords like Khun Sa could only understand.

Under Khun Sa's constant urging, Zhang Suquan felt that Chen Jiajun's penchant for dating celebrities might be a good opportunity.

Therefore, we plan to start from this aspect.

So, they approached Asian Doll, who has been quite active in the Greater Bay Area recently.

The assassins working for this organization are all beautiful women, and their success rate in assassinations is quite high.

From any perspective, it is a very suitable choice.

The only downside is that the fees are not low at all.

Most slightly famous assassins have their own agents.

Just like celebrity agents, they are generally responsible for negotiating collaborations and attracting investment from clients.

The role of a hitman's agent is similar.

Moreover, due to the unique nature of the hitman industry, clients and hitmen generally do not meet in person.

This necessitates the involvement of an agent to handle tasks such as negotiating targets and setting prices.

The assassin doesn't need to appear in person; they only need to carry out the action.

This greatly reduces some of the risks.

But this Asian doll was a little different, because the one who came forward to discuss cooperation was Mrs. M, the leader of the organization.

Meanwhile, the assassins under her command are all girls she trained and who are under her control.

Therefore, they often act as both bosses and agents. (End of Chapter)