Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

The young thug from the Soviet gang had no idea how much trouble he had gotten himself into.

I drove my Mustang straight to a repair shop.

It's called a car repair shop, but it's actually a place that specializes in collecting stolen cars.

These young rascals were clearly very familiar with the people at the repair shop. They smiled at the mechanics and said, "This car is so cool, I'm going to keep it!"

Then the rascal went straight to the repair shop owner: "Hey, Aurelio, get me a new vehicle identification number and some clean paperwork."

The reason this brat is so arrogant is because his father is the owner of this auto repair shop.

He was also the head of the largest Soviet gang in America, Vig Trasov.

That's right, it's Viggo, one of the twelve members of parliament at the high table.

This guy's name is Joseph Trasoff. He's a second-generation black man and a fool who spends all his time wandering around with his henchmen.

Aurelio's expression changed immediately when he saw the Mustang.

He knew the owner of the car, and he also knew how terrifying the owner was.

"Where did you get this car?" Aurelio immediately asked. "I'm asking you the hell where you got this car?"

Joseph paused for a moment, then spread his hands and said, "Is there a problem?"

Aurelio immediately got angry and said to Joseph and the group of thugs, "Alright, get out! Leave my shop now!"

Joseph said irritably, "Are you out of your mind, Aurelio? You're one of our men!"

Aurelio, who had originally intended to ignore the matter, turned back, walked up to Joseph, and coldly said, "What did you say? What did you say to me?"

“You are one of us!” Joseph repeated.

Aurelio then realized that he definitely couldn't avoid this matter.

However, facing the brat in front of him, he still intended to teach him a lesson: "I'm not one of yours, kid! I'm just cooperating with your father! Okay? Did you kill the car owner or something?"

“No!” Joseph said with a sneer. “But I’m sure we killed his dog!”

Aurelio almost laughed out of anger at this guy: "You killed his dog? You did it? That's crazy, buddy!"

As he spoke, Aurelio suddenly turned hostile and punched the stupid man in front of him hard in the face.

The force was so great that it knocked Joseph to the ground, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Joseph stared at Aurelio in utter bewilderment, unable to comprehend what had gotten into this man who was one of his own!

However, Joseph's henchmen were extremely loyal and immediately drew their guns and pointed them at Aurelio.

But Aurelio clearly didn't take these thugs seriously, and sneered at his underlings, saying, "Look at you, not bad! You come to my shop and point a gun at me? You've got guts, buddy!"

He grabbed the other man's hand, pressed the gun to his own forehead, and said, "Come on, hurry up! Either you kill me right now, or you get out of here!"

The last, tall man grabbed the henchman's gun and made him put it down.

Then, in a deep voice, he said to Aurelio, "Vigg won't like this! '880'"

But Aurelio said completely unconcernedly, "How do you know what Vig likes and dislikes? He can definitely understand this!"

After saying that, Aurelio turned and left the hall without looking at the others.

Feeling humiliated, Joseph yelled at Aurelio, "You've got some nerve, you old codger!"

Seeing the big guy shake his head to stop him, Joseph could only shout at Aurelio's back, "Then I'll just find another place to do business!"

Meanwhile, at John's home.

Little Franklin was still watching John, watching him bury the puppy's body.

I started cleaning my own floor.

The more he wiped, the brighter John's eyes became, as if two dancing flames were reflected in his pupils.

His face was gloomy and he exuded a murderous aura, giving off a chilling feeling.

Seeing John's transformation, Little Fu immediately became interested.

Because at this moment, John was like a sword drawn from its sheath, exuding a sharp edge.

"That's more like it!" Little Fu chuckled as he looked at John and muttered to himself, "This is the kind of guy who deserves the title of legendary assassin. I'd like to see what kind of trouble he'll cause."

……

Meanwhile, Vig heard that his son had been beaten by his men and immediately called to demand an explanation.

"I heard you hit my son?" Vig asked calmly.

Aurelio did not deny it: "Yes, sir, I did!"

Vig was somewhat surprised, then asked, "Could you explain your reasoning?"

“Of course!” Aurelio said helplessly, “He stole John Vick’s car and… killed his dog!”

Upon hearing Aurelio's words, Vig was completely taken aback: "Is that so..."

After saying that, Vig hung up the phone and returned to his office.

His assistant, who had just closed a deal for him, said with a smile, "They agreed to your terms. I mean, they didn't really have much of a choice, did they? Congratulations!"

Clearly, the methods used by the assistant were not exactly honorable.

However, Vig seemed somewhat distracted, and his assistant asked, "Sir?"

"Have you seen my son?" Vig suddenly looked up and asked.

A moment later, Joseph was summoned to Vig's apartment by phone.

Joseph even changed into a suit to see his father.

Upon seeing Joseph approach, Vig asked immediately, "How was the journey, child?"

Joseph immediately replied, "We won't see them again anytime soon, or perhaps never again!"

Joseph hadn't quite caught his father's expression yet, looking completely relaxed. Vig walked over and handed him a glass of wine.

Joseph took a sip and heard his father compliment him: "Your suit looks great today!"

"Thank you!" Joseph said with a smile.

But the next time, Vig punched Joseph in the stomach, making him vomit up the wine he had just drunk.

Viger tossed a napkin at him with a cold expression and said, "Clean it up!"

Joseph was in so much pain he could barely stand, but he still wiped away the wine he had vomited and looked at his father with a puzzled expression, saying, "What did I do wrong?"

“You’ve messed up!” Vig took off his coat and looked at his son.

Joseph argued, "We did as you asked, and nobody saw it!"

Vig pulled Joseph up from the ground, looked him in the eye, and said, "I didn't mention the Atlanta incident!"

"What's that?" Joseph seemed to remember something. "You mean Aurelio? I just stole a damn car?"

Vig became even angrier upon hearing this and punched Joseph in the stomach again.

This time, the pain was so intense that Joseph immediately knelt down, his body arched like a boiled shrimp.

Vig was silent for a moment before explaining to Joseph, "It's not what you did to make me so angry, son! It's what you did to whom!"

"Who?" Joseph asked, puzzled. "That nobody?"

“That nobody’s name is John Vick!” Vig continued. “He used to be one of ours; everyone called him ‘Babayaga’ (Night Demon).

"Night Demon?" Joseph stood up, seemingly somewhat surprised.

He never expected that the person he casually approached was actually one of his own people, and seemingly quite famous!

Vig shook his head and said, "To be precise, John isn't Night Demon. He's just the man you sent to kill Night Demon!"

“So?” Joseph asked, spreading his hands.

Vig walked over to John and said, “John is focused, loyal, and determined—someone you know very little about! I saw him kill three people in a bar with just a pencil. Just a fucking… pencil!”

"Then one day he suddenly announced his departure, of course, for a woman. So I made a deal with him; I gave him an impossible task. A task no one could complete! The body he buried that day is the foundation of what we are today!"

"Then, my son, shortly after his wife died, you stole his car and then killed his dog!"

After listening, Joseph immediately replied, "Father, I know what to do!"

“Oh? What do you decide to do?” Vig asked in return.

Joseph said excitedly, "Go and kill the guy I messed with!"

Vig was furious and said to his assistant, "What the hell... how come he didn't listen to a single word?"

“Father, I can do it, please!” Joseph said again.

Vig grabbed his hair and whispered in his ear, "Joseph, Joseph, listen! John will come for revenge, and you won't have to do anything! Because you can't do anything! So, get out of my sight!"

With that, Vig gave Joseph a hard shove, then looked out the window with a worried expression.

A moment later, he walked to his safe, took out a notebook, and started looking through it.

He quickly found John's phone number and dialed it.

At this moment, John was at home, retrieving the equipment he used to have at the high table from his basement.

After answering the phone, I heard Vig's voice: "Hello, John! I heard about your wife's situation. I'm so sorry, I'm deeply saddened."

After a moment of silence, Vig continued, "Perhaps this is fate, or an accident, or misfortune that has dragged us together again, John. We cannot succumb to instinct. Let's resolve this like civilized people and look forward..."

Unfortunately, John didn't give Vig a chance to finish speaking before hanging up the phone.

This is enough to show his attitude.

Vig heard the busy tone on the phone and felt a sense of helplessness.

The assistant asked somewhat nervously, "What did he say?"

"Enough!" Vig interrupted his assistant's question. "Get your men ready!"

The assistant asked, "How many people?"

How many people do you have now?

……

Hong Kong has returned to its former tranquility after the turmoil.

Chen Jiajun rarely gets angry, but when he does, the whole of Hong Kong trembles.

Everyone was watching how things would develop, and once things calmed down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

No one wanted to provoke the insane Chen Jiajun, and no one dared to bear such a loss.

Even Tsang Heung-wing, the current top cop in the police force, has remained silent about the matter.

Some people wanted to sensationalize the incident, but unfortunately, the newspaper soon faced retaliation.

The newspaper office caught fire that day, and various things happened in the homes of the reporters who were covering the event, which frightened them so much that they immediately shut up.

Even the most sensationalist weekly magazine, the one that reports on the scandals of various tycoons, dared not report on this matter.

Because it can really kill people!

Chen Jiajun was originally a gangster, and he has never hidden that fact.

The same tactics used to deal with the wealthy are completely ineffective against Chen Jiajun.

So the person in charge of Fruit Weekly directly refused the mysterious person on the phone: "Sorry, I can't do this. I haven't lived enough yet!"

Without waiting for the other party to say anything more, he hung up the phone. (End of Chapter)