Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Feeling Chen Jiajun's burning breath on her cheek, Haiyao simply closed her eyes, lay flat, and said, "You win. Do whatever you want."

Chen Jiajun originally wanted to tease the female assassin, but seeing her like this, he immediately lost interest.

He disassembled the gun in his hand into a pile of parts, and then said calmly, "If it were just now, I might have been interested in playing a friendly match with you, but who would be interested in a dead fish now?"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Haiyao immediately opened her eyes and glared at him angrily.

"Alright, you can't kill me anyway, so stop putting on this act." Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Let's have an open and honest talk. Where is Mrs. M?"

Haiyao looked surprised and asked, "How do you know about Mrs. M?"

Chen Jiajun sneered, "If that old hag hadn't hidden herself so well, your organization would have disappeared long ago."

Chen Jiajun originally wanted to eradicate all the larger human trafficking groups in Asia, but unfortunately, the location of Madam M's base was never known.

Moreover, this woman has a team of foreigners under her command, and she probably has some connection with certain organizations.

Therefore, Chen Jiajun temporarily shelved his plans targeting her.

But to Chen Jiajun's surprise, they actually came to his door without his noticing.

Now Chen Jiajun won't hold back.

Haiyao frowned and asked tentatively, "You seem to know a lot about our organization?"

"I wouldn't say I know much about it," Chen Jiajun said casually. "I just happened to gather some information while dealing with the 3K Industrial Park and the organ factory in Thailand."

"You destroyed those two organizations?" Haiyao asked in surprise.

"Why would I lie to you?" Chen Jiajun spread his hands and said, "Telling me about Mrs. M's location means you also want to leave this organization, right? If I'm not mistaken, you've returned to Hong Kong and are probably still secretly investigating your own biological mother, right?"

"How do you know everything?" This was the first time Haiyao had ever faced such a terrifying man.

beat? Can't beat it.

Playing mind games? They saw through her plan from the start.

They even knew everything about her background, while Haiyao was completely oblivious to Chen Yaotian.

However, Haiyao was not willing to be manipulated like this, so she raised her chin and said, "Let me tell you, what benefits do I get?"

"Benefits?" Chen Jiajun almost laughed in exasperation: "You seem unaware of your situation, young lady."

Haiyao replied nonchalantly, "I've already said, I can't beat you anyway, so you can do whatever you want. But if you want to get information from me, you have to give me something in return."

Chen Jiajun frowned and said, "What do you want? Help me find out who your biological mother is?"

"I'll investigate myself; you don't need to interfere," Haiyao said coldly.

"So what do you want?" Chen Jiajun was a bit stumped by Haiyao; it was the first time he had encountered such an arrogant prisoner.

"I want you." Haiyao stood up abruptly, walked up to Chen Jiajun, pushed him down onto the sofa, and said through gritted teeth, "Who did you just call a dead fish?"

"Holy crap." Chen Jiajun was dumbfounded.

The next morning, Chen Jiajun leaned against the headboard, a cigarette between his fingers, somewhat questioning the meaning of life.

He was actually seduced by a female assassin yesterday.
Although it was very enjoyable, something just felt off.

It was as if she had sacrificed her physical appearance.

After a restless night, Haiyao finally woke up when the sun was high in the sky.

She snatched the cigarette from Chen Jiajun's hand without any hesitation, lit one for herself, and said, "You hate human traffickers? I thought people like you who climb to high positions were cold-hearted."

Chen Jiajun shrugged and said, "I don't know why either, maybe."

In fact, Chen Jiajun didn't realize that it was his personality from his previous life that influenced his values.

So even though he had been involved in gangs and witnessed too much darkness, he still subconsciously rejected certain businesses.

For example, laundry detergent, or human traffickers.

Haiyao glanced at the man beside her and had to admit that Chen Jiajun was very handsome.

She didn't lose out in last night's friendly match; it was a win-win situation for both sides.

She originally thought she was attracted to women, but now things seem to have changed.

Seeing that Chen Jiajun did not answer, Haiyao did not press him, but changed the subject and asked, "Are you planning to kill Madam M?"

Chen Jiajun looked at Haiyao with surprise and said, "What do you mean by that? You don't have feelings for her, do you? Do you have Stockholm syndrome?"

Haiyao shook her head and said, "That's not what I meant. Of course I hate that bitch. It's just that after losing the organization, I don't know what to do in the future. For the past few years, all I've been taught every day is how to kill. It seems like I don't know anything else besides killing."

Chen Jiajun said with a smile, "I thought it was something serious, but it turns out it's just like this. It's very simple. I'll introduce you to a job, and you can adapt to it for a while."

"Really?" Haiyao asked with some doubt.

Chen Jiajun sneered, "I have many people like that under my command. For example, there's a veteran who spent his entire life on the Vietnam battlefield. He was either fighting or preparing to fight. And he's doing just fine now, isn't he?"

"Humans are very resilient creatures; as long as they have a goal, they can live a good life. No one is an exception."

Haiyao nodded in agreement after hearing Chen Jiajun's words.

Then she asked, "May I know what kind of job you're planning to find for me?"

"How about becoming my secretary?" Chen Jiajun thought for a moment and said, "I have someone like that around me."

"Secretary?" Haiyao frowned immediately upon hearing this, unsure if she was capable of the role.

But then he heard Chen Jiajun say in a cheeky tone, "This job is actually easy to understand. As the boss, my job is for the secretary to do the work when there's something to do, and otherwise..."

Before Chen Jiajun could finish speaking, Haiyao used a rear-naked choke to knock him down.

"You little vixen, you're playing with fire." Chen Jiajun sneered and pounced on her.

Mrs. M was getting a little anxious after not answering Haiyao's calls all day.

She had prepared three plans in advance, so that if Haiyao's mission failed, she would have other means to make up for it.

Strangely, not only did they not hear any noise, but even though Haiyao's phone could be reached, no one answered.

Mrs. M was worried, so she contacted the agent who had recommended Haiyao to Chen Jiajun the night before.

The agent patted his chest and swore that he saw Haiyao get into Chen Jiajun's car, and that many other people saw it that day. He said you could ask anyone if you didn't believe him.

Just as Mrs. M was about to ask someone for information, Haiyao called.

"M, I need to leave Hong Kong now, immediately." Haiyao's tone was very urgent.

"Haiyao?" Mrs. M was immediately startled and quickly asked, "Where are you now?"

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone. Find a place, and I'll be right there." Haiyao didn't answer the question, but instead asked Mrs. M to choose a meeting place.

This immediately lowered Mrs. M's guard considerably, so she gave a remote address and hung up the phone.

An hour later, Mrs. M stood in an abandoned fish house under the cross-sea bridge, waiting for Haiyao to arrive.

"Judging from her tone, she seems to be being chased. Could this little girl have really succeeded?" Mrs. M couldn't help but wonder.

If that's the case, Mrs. M will be happy.

If Chen Jiajun, the "King of Hong Kong," is taken down, their organization will become even more famous.

She's confident she can get involved in the assassin business, not just in Asia, but also in Europe and America.

Then he can become the queen of the assassin world.

Just as Mrs. M was lost in thought, there was a knock at the door of the fish house, three long knocks followed by two short ones.

This was the signal that Haiyao had made an agreement with him.

Mrs. M nodded and immediately instructed her subordinates to get up and open the door.

But before the door could even be opened, a violent gunshot suddenly rang out.

The unlucky guy who opened the door had his head blown off.

Blood splattered all over the faces of everyone in the room.

Just as Mrs. M's subordinate was about to get up, he froze.

After the door was smashed, they saw a large group of armed Hung Hing thugs standing outside the house.

Mrs. M's expression was unusually serious. She never expected that such a shrewd person, an international fugitive who had been hunted by multiple countries, would one day fall into the hands of her own men.
The look in Haiyao's eyes was exceptionally malicious.

However, Haiyao met Mrs. M's gaze without any fear; she had been waiting for this day for far too long.

"This woman is Mrs. M? She's not some stand-in, is she?" Chen Jiajun asked Haiyao. Haiyao sneered, "That's right, I'd recognize her even if she were ashes."

Chen Jiajun nodded, then said to his men, "Kill everyone except the woman in the middle."

No amount of trickery is too much for these human traffickers.

So the Hung Hing thugs didn't hesitate and opened fire immediately after hearing Chan Ka Chun's words.

These thugs were trained by Chen Jiajun's Troll Brothers, and each of them had amazing marksmanship.

The bodyguards around Mrs. M were all killed one by one without harming her in the slightest.

After taking down the bodyguards and clearing the area, Chen Jiajun finally entered the fish house.

"This must be our first meeting, right?" Chen Jiajun walked in with a smile and said casually to Mrs. M.

Madam M gritted her teeth and looked at Chen Jiajun coldly, asking, "What do you want? If you want to kill me, just do it."

As a member of the underworld, Mrs. M had naturally heard of Chen Jiajun's name.

Knowing that falling into this guy's hands meant certain death, he was extremely eager to die.

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun didn't want this woman to die so easily. Instead, he said to her, "So eager to die? But I won't let you get rid of me so easily."

"I've heard you have quite a few connections with the CIA. Confess, and I might let you die a quick death. How about it?"

Mrs. M looked at Chen Jiajun with a surprised expression and said, "How did you know?"

Few people knew about Mrs. M's cooperation with the CIA, including her own assassins.

She thought she had kept it very secret, but she never expected that Chen Jiajun knew everything.

Chen Jiajun chuckled and said, "It's simple. The number of girls you abduct from various places every year doesn't match the number of assassins under your command. Although many girls have died in your training camp, a large number of girls who have completed their training have still disappeared without a trace."

"So I did some in-depth investigation and found that every year, CIA agents would come to your hideout to pick people up. If I'm not mistaken, you also picked out agents for the CIA while you were there, right?"

Mrs. M forced herself to calm down, and then said coldly, "Since you know I have dealings with the CIA, you still dare to touch me?"

Upon hearing that things had taken a turn for the better, Mrs. M felt a strong will to survive.

After all, who would want to die if they could live?

Upon hearing Mrs. M's words, Chen Jiajun immediately slapped the table and burst into laughter.

Mrs. M looked coldly at Chen Jiajun and said, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you, still clinging to unrealistic fantasies even when you're about to die." Chen Jiajun stopped laughing, shook his head and said, "Since I dared to investigate the CIA, do you really think I'm afraid of them? It seems the CIA didn't tell you that their contact points in the Greater Bay Area were all taken down by me, right?"

Upon hearing Chen Jiajun's words, Mrs. M's heart sank.

She thought she could intimidate people by bringing up the CIA, but she didn't expect Chen Jiajun to be completely unmoved by it.

"Hurry up and tell me," Chen Jiajun said calmly. "After you tell me, I'll hand you over to Haiyao and let your apprentice kill you with his own hands, how about that? I'm still a merciful person."

"Otherwise, you'll suffer. I've always lacked compassion for human traffickers. It would be troublesome if I did something unseemly, like sending you back to Cambodia to let you experience the joys of childhood?"

Mrs. M is Cambodian herself and was trafficked and sold into begging as a child.

This woman was ruthless and clever enough to climb out of that muddy swamp.

What was unexpected was that she, a victim of human trafficking, started doing the same business after she was released.

He can be described as someone whose psychology is extremely twisted.

Upon hearing the word "Cambodia," Mrs. M felt a jolt in her heart, and many unpleasant memories surfaced.

After a moment of silence, the woman finally couldn't hold back and confessed some things about her cooperation with the CIA.

After he had explained everything, Chen Jiajun kept his promise and left her with Haiyao.

"Can you handle this yourself?" Chen Jiajun asked Haiyao.

Haiyao's hand holding the pistol trembled slightly as she nodded at Chen Jiajun, whether with excitement or anger, it was hard to tell.

Chen Jiajun walked straight outside and lit a cigarette.

Just as I finished my cigarette, I heard a gunshot from the house behind me.

Then Haiyao walked out looking dejected and said to Chen Jiajun, "I got my revenge, but why am I not happy at all?"

“That’s normal. You feel empty when you don’t have a goal,” Chen Jiajun said with a shrug.

Haiyao smiled and then said, "I have a different opinion about what you told me this morning."

"How can things change so suddenly?" Chen Jiajun said with a strange expression.

Haiyao laughed and said, "You're so nervous, do you think I'd make you take responsibility?"

"Dream on. I'm a scumbag." Chen Jiajun sneered, "You expect me to take responsibility for a friendly match?"

"Hmph. Men really are all the same." Haiyao's face immediately darkened.

After a moment of silence, Haiyao said helplessly, "After experiencing so much, I've come to terms with it. I want to live the life of an ordinary person. I probably won't experience much by being around someone as important as you."

"So?" Chen Jiajun said calmly, "You mean you're refusing?"

Haiyao nodded: "But thank you anyway, at least your words were helpful to me. Goodbye."

After Haiyao finished speaking, she left without looking back.

Chen Jiajun seemed indifferent; he had many women, and Haiyao was not the most special one.

As for the secretary, it seems we need to find a new candidate.

However, before that, Chen Jiajun still had a score to settle with Khun Sa Group.

He was never the kind of person who would take a beating without fighting back; if he was assassinated, he would naturally retaliate in kind.

Zhang Suquan was not only there to help Khun Sa with his business, but also to look for someone in Hong Kong to help them ship their goods.

Axe-Horse Jun had already lost his will to live, and Zhang Suquan no longer held any hope for him.

So he contacted Mo Yilie of Yifeng.

Previously, Yi Feng had always wanted to cooperate with Khun Sa and take over the goods in his possession.

However, with Zeng Jian preceding them and Axe Jun of the old triad society Xinji following behind, they naturally looked down on people like Yifeng.

To put it bluntly, Yi Fung probably wouldn't even rank in the top ten among Hong Kong's many triad societies.

Moreover, it is located in a rural area like the New Territories.

Both shipping and delivery are extremely inconvenient.

But things are different now; there are very few people in Hong Kong who are willing to cooperate with them.

Even if there were any, they would be small vendors, not even worthy of Khun Sa's attention, let alone Zhang Suquan himself.

After much deliberation, I decided to go with Yifeng.

However, Mo Yilie was in Thailand at the time, and Zhang Suquan was wanted by the Thai government, so they could only stay in Hong Kong for a while longer to wait for him to return.

"I also know how well Mrs. M handled things."

Inside the restaurant, Zhang Suquan glanced at his watch and said somewhat impatiently.

A whole day had passed, and Mrs. M still hadn't sent any news, which immediately made Zhang Suquan have some bad thoughts.

Just as Zhang Suquan was pondering, a waiter came over with a plate.

Zhang Suquan immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The guy in front of me walks differently than most people, and he has calluses on his hands and feet when he holds the plate.

These calluses are mostly left from playing with guns, and you would never see them on a restaurant waiter.

So Zhang Suquan didn't even think twice before drawing his gun and pointing it at the waiter.

He then fired several more shots, hitting the man directly in the chest.

The waiter didn't even have time to scream before Zhang Suquan shot him in the head at close range.

The moment the gun went off, everyone in the hotel restaurant was thrown into chaos. Diners who had just been enjoying their dinner were terrified and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Zhang Suquan ignored these people and directly overturned the plate in the waiter's hand.

Sure enough, a handgun was hidden down there. (End of Chapter)