Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Neon, Tokyo.

Hiroji Ueyama walked into a conference room in Ginza with a gloomy expression.

His hideout was bombed, so he had no choice but to rent a business conference room at the Ginza Hotel.

Meanwhile, Hiroji Ueyama was also somewhat relieved, thinking that if he had been in the hotel, he probably would have met the same fate.

After sending all the people debugging the equipment out, the line was connected.

A moment later, twelve figures appeared on the screen.

"Everyone, I think you all know what happened," a handsome young man said to all the councilors on the other end of the video call.

This guy's name is Gramont, and he is the CEO of the High Table organization and one of its core members.

He was in charge of the entire operation of the high table.

Upon hearing Gramont's words, the faces of the councilors all turned grim.

Especially the legislators in New York.

He already knew about Chen Jiajun's affair; he had kept it a secret when the Continental Hotel in New York was bombed.

But unexpectedly, the high table has attracted such a troublesome fellow.

Hiroji Ueyama stated directly, "The Continental Hotel in Tokyo, Japan, was bombed, and all of my men were killed or wounded."

"The Continental Hotel in Rome is temporarily safe, but the inspectors have returned, and the legendary assassins and elites they sent out have all died in Hong Kong."

The old Roman senator took a puff of his cigar and said casually, "Our High Table hasn't suffered such a loss in a long time."

“The mainland hotel in South Korea was also bombed. This Chen Jiajun… is quite extraordinary!” another councilor said with a frown.

The person in charge from the South Korean region did not have the status of a member of parliament, nor was the person in charge qualified to attend this meeting.

After all, the hotel rating system in mainland China is still very strict.

Gramont addressed the group, "So, what are you all going to do next?"

"We have to teach him a lesson, otherwise no one will be afraid of our High Table anymore!"

“I agree. Anyone connected to Chen Jiajun should be added to the assassination list.”

"agree."

"be opposed to."

All twelve councilors expressed their opinions, and when it was finally Hiroji Ueyama's turn, he nodded directly: "I agree too, after all, our blood cannot be shed in vain."

Just as everyone was discussing, a cold voice suddenly came over: "Oh, you're having a meeting?"

The sound came from Hiroji Ueyama's computer, and the other councilors immediately frowned.

Just as Hiroji Ueyama was about to start cursing, a gleaming knife was pressed against his neck.

The old man grinned as he looked at the figures before him and said, "I presume you are the twelve councilors at the high table?"

Gramont asked coldly, "Who are you? What do you want?"

The old man chuckled and said, "It's nothing, our boss just wanted me to give you a gift! Like this!"

With that, the old evil man grabbed the terrified Hiroji Ueyama and slit his throat with the knife in his hand.

Blood spurted out immediately, staining the entire screen in front of them bright red.

Although the scene was bloody, the other councilors were not insignificant figures, and such scenes were nothing new to them.

However, the fact that the old evil man killed a councilor right in front of them still made everyone's expressions change.

The old man elegantly wiped his hands clean, then pushed aside Hiroji Ueyama's corpse and stood in front of them, saying, "Our boss has instructed us that since you started this, we decide when it ends! So, congratulations to everyone here, you're all on the death list!"

"What arrogance!" Gramont said coldly to the old man, "Who do you think you are?"

"Who we are isn't important; what's important is that we know who you are, isn't it?" the old villain said with a smile. "That American congressman, next time it'll be your turn! Get ready!"

After saying that, Lao E left the conference room and departed with an air of nonchalance.

It was as if they had just killed a chicken, not a member of parliament at a high table.

The meeting room was completely silent; no one spoke for a long time.

These people are used to being high and mighty, and have never been threatened like this before.

And most importantly, the people who threaten them actually have the ability to do just that.

For example, Hiroji Ueyama, who was just killed in front of them.

This guy is a powerful figure in the Yakuza, with several groups working for him.

Even among the twelve councilors, he was considered above average. Yet, he was so easily killed, casting a shadow over everyone's hearts.

He even felt an urge to curse, especially the American congressmen.

He had no idea about this at all, but Chen Jiajun still blamed him.

So he said to Glamond with dissatisfaction, "How should this be handled? Can anyone tell me?"

The remaining ten councilors remained silent, except for Gramond, who braced himself and said, "Don't worry, we'll handle this."

"Handle it well?" the American congressman said coldly. "Like Hiroji Ueyama, who was killed like a chicken? Now they've specifically named me as the target of retaliation. I need manpower, top-notch manpower!"

Gramond nodded and said, "We still have a few blood pacts left, which we can give to you to use first!"

"That would be best! Humph!" The American senator said before logging off.

Now things are really messed up. Not only did they fail to come up with a way to deal with Chen Jiajun, but they were also given a hard time by Chen Jiajun's men.

Now we've almost completely lost face.

After a moment, a burly-looking man spoke up: "What are you afraid of? He dares to assassinate our people, but do you think we won't? We're an assassin organization!"

"Vigg, ​​you make it sound so easy. Go ahead and send someone?" Another councilor said mockingly. "I remember you let go of the last blood pact assassin you had on your side!"

Vig's face immediately darkened: "Just because you're not a blood pact assassin doesn't mean you can't kill?"

"That was someone else's territory, don't you remember? A blood pact assassin, along with dozens of elite assassins, were wiped out in Hong Kong, not a single one left." The man continued sarcastically, "If they hadn't wanted to keep that inspector to come back and deliver a message, they'd be three meters tall on their graves by now!"

"Sukabul, say it again!" Vig, enraged, pointed at the other person and began to curse.

At this point, a man wearing a headscarf couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his hand on the table, making a loud noise: "Now is not the time to blame each other. If this matter is not resolved, it will cause us a huge blow to our reputation."

"So whatever the outcome, we should do it! Grammond, you're in charge of mobilizing the men; we must teach them a lesson they won't forget."

Ragmeng nodded and said, "As you wish, Your Excellency!"

……

At this moment, at the Continental Hotel in New York.

Winston was reading the newspaper as usual when his butler, Charon, came in with a telephone: "Winston, your phone."

Winston nodded, then answered the phone and asked, "Who is this?"

The voice of Winston's superior came through the phone: "Listen, listen to me! We've run into a big problem at the High Table. Be careful of suspicious people lately." "Bruce, what happened?" Winston asked, looking puzzled.

"Remember that Asian guy who bombed our hotel last time?" Bruce said helplessly. "That's right, the High Table messed with him again, resulting in the bombing of the Continental Hotel in Seoul, South Korea, and the Continental Hotel in Tokyo, Japan. Ueyama Hiroji, one of the twelve councilors, was executed in front of us!"

Winston immediately took off his glasses and said with a serious expression, "So, they might also target us?"

"It's not just a possibility!" Bruce said with a wry smile. "We've been targeted. We're the next target! What kind of mess is this?!"

Winston was speechless for a moment: "Then what should we do?"

Winston knew from the last incident that Chen Jiajun was an incredibly audacious person.

It was as if there was nothing in this world he wouldn't dare to do.

"You're asking me? Who should I ask? I've even hired assassins to protect me!" Bruce said viciously. "If I had known, I shouldn't have..."

“Bruce! Stop talking nonsense, it’s pointless!” Winston interrupted Bruce. “I’ll handle it, just don’t die!”

"Fine, can't you wish me well for once?" Bruce hung up the phone in exasperation.

Looking out at the rainy scene, Winston said helplessly, "These are truly troublesome times!"

Charon asked curiously, "What's troubling you so much?"

Winston waved his hand and said, "Things aren't going to be peaceful here. Keep an eye out for suspicious people. If you see anything suspicious, let me know immediately."

“Understood, boss!” Charon nodded and said to Winston.

Winston had thought he would have some breathing room to arrange this matter.

However, to his surprise, that afternoon Charon said that a suspicious-looking person had come over.

“Sir, according to New York City law, you cannot drink alcohol in public places,” Charon said to the fat man in front of him with a helpless expression.

This fat man was naturally Yaqi, one of Chen Jiajun's men.

Yachi glanced at Charon and said irritably, "What nonsense are you talking about? Is this wine? This is a malt beverage!"
With that, Archie took out a Roman gold coin and threw it at Charon, saying, "Enough talk, I need lodging!"

Upon seeing the gold coin and then looking at the unfamiliar fat man in front of him, Charon immediately notified Winston.

Winston immediately arrived with his men.

"Oh?" Archie's eyes narrowed immediately, and he said to Winston, "What are you planning to do?"

Winston said with a friendly expression, "Mr. Archibald, please don't misunderstand, we mean no harm."

Yachi immediately laughed: "You know me? How do you know me?"

"The CEO of Guojun Security Company, it's hard not to know him!" Winston said with a smile. "I have a bottle of good wine over there, how about we chat over a drink?"

When Yaqi heard the words "good wine," he almost couldn't move.

Moreover, since the other party had already recognized him and was even greeting him with a smile, Yaqi really couldn't bring himself to do it.

All he could say to Winston was, "Then lead the way!"

The two arrived at a lounge, where Winston had Charon bring up a bottle of fine wine.

“62-year-old Dalmore whiskey, every drop of it is worth more than gold.” Winston poured two glasses and handed one to Archie.

Smelling the aroma of whiskey, Yaqi couldn't help but swallow.

After taking the cup, he sipped it slowly.

Yachi finished the small glass quickly and exhaled a satisfied breath of alcohol.

Taking this opportunity, Winston said, "My boss told me that they have some misunderstanding with Mr. Chen?"

“It’s not a misunderstanding!” Yaqi waved his hand, too lazy to hide it, and said, “Your High Table set up a mainland hotel in Hong Kong without authorization, and you even provoked our boss to his face. Our boss doesn’t intend to let this go, he sent me to blow up your hotel! He said it was to teach you a little lesson.”

After hearing this, Winston was speechless for a moment: "Why choose us?"

“Who told you to mess with our boss last time? Our boss holds grudges.” Yaqi said, spreading his hands.

Winston said helplessly, "But we haven't bothered Mr. Chen since then. There's no need for him to bother us, is there? And I heard that you've already bombed two hotels in mainland China. Doesn't that quell Mr. Chen's anger?"

"Please tell your boss that we never intended to provoke you. And what happened last time was just an accident!"

Archie was somewhat reluctant to accept Winston's request.

After all, I just had a glass of their fine whisky, so it wouldn't be appropriate to turn on them now.

After thinking for a long time, Yaqi could only take out his satellite phone and dial Chen Jiajun's number.

Then he said to Winston, "You tell my boss yourself, this is all I can do."

Winston's face lit up with joy, and he answered the phone.

"Hey, Yaqi, what do you want?" Chen Jiajun's voice came through the microphone.

Winston immediately identified himself: "Greetings, Mr. Chen!"

"So it's you!" Chen Jiajun sneered. "Looks like Yaqi hasn't managed to blow up your Continental Hotel in New York yet?"

Winston gave a wry smile: "Mr. Chen, even my boss was unaware of this. He only found out about it during a meeting yesterday. There's an old Chinese saying, 'Ignorance is no excuse.' There's no need to be so insistent on blowing up our hotel!"

Chen Jiajun immediately laughed: "You, a foreigner, actually know about these things?"

“I’ve also been reading Sun Tzu’s Art of War for a while,” Winston said with a smile.

"But your boss is one of the members of the High Table, isn't he?" Chen Jiajun said with a light laugh. "Looking for you guys isn't like we've come to the wrong place!"

“Alas!” Winston immediately said, “Mr. Chen, you are unaware of this. Although the high table looks mysterious, it is not a monolithic entity. Our boss rarely gets involved in this matter.”

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "I've already said what I meant, so I can't go back on my word! How about this, if your boss is still alive tomorrow, I won't blow up the Continental Hotel in New York!"

"Huh?" Winston was immediately stunned.

Chen Jiajun was unwilling to waste any more words with him, so he simply gave Yaqi a warning and then hung up the phone.

Winston looked at Archie with pleading eyes, and Archie said with a helpless expression, "Now it all depends on whether your boss is tough enough."

That night, at Bruce's mansion.

It was already late at night, but Bruce was still wide awake.

The death of Hiroji Ueyama kept replaying in his mind.

After all, he was not a qualified senator; he inherited his position from his father.

In other words, Bruce, this middle-aged man, never wanted to have anything to do with the assassin group.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have let Winston keep what happened last time a secret.

Now that the other party is determined to take action, Bruce has no choice but to use the few blood pact assassins available in his household.

These people had all received favors from old Bruce in some way, so they left their blood pact marks in Bruce's home, the Philo Clan.

Each mark represents a task these assassins can do for Bruce.

Bruce's orders to them were simply to save their own lives. (End of Chapter)