Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Just as they were about to leave, Lao E's phone suddenly rang. After answering, they heard Chen Jiajun's voice.

"Old evil, is it done?" Chen Jiajun asked.

The old evil man chuckled and said, "Everyone, including the elders, has been dealt with."

Hearing Lao E's words, Chen Jiajun laughed: "Alright, you've stirred up a hornet's nest over there, hurry back!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiajun smiled and said to Lagmond, "That elder is dead. Would you like to go and confirm? I can give you some time!"

The Assassin, cloaked in invisibility, roared in fury: "Liar! How could the Elder be killed by someone like you! Die!"

As they spoke, several Assassins, wielding curved swords, charged directly at Chen Jiajun.

Unfortunately, before they could reach Chen Jiajun, Ghost Demon made his move.

Compared to the Assassins who rely on high technology to achieve invisibility, these ghost demons are far more powerful.

When they hide, sometimes Chen Jiajun can't even find them unless he specifically looks for them.

Not to mention these guys.

Before the Assassins had even reached halfway, several short swords seemed to emerge from thin air, leaving several wounds on their bodies.

One unlucky fellow even got stabbed through the heart because he couldn't dodge in time.

"Stop playing around, just kill them all!" Chen Jiajun said calmly to his Ghost Demon subordinates.

Then several ghostly demons materialized, rushing towards the Assassins like phantoms.

Within minutes, the scene fell silent again.

The Assassins whom Lagmond relied on all died tragically on the spot.

Chen Jiajun tilted his head and looked at Lagmond, saying, "Now, what do you have left?"

Ragmond retreated step by step in fear, wanting to turn around and run away, but found that there was no way to retreat.

Chen Jiajun said to Kane, who was standing to the side, "You can make your move now!"

Kane had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and without saying a word, he rushed over.

Imagine how angry a man would be if his family was threatened.

Kane was filled with murderous intent, wanting to kill this arrogant and vicious bastard in front of him.

But after all, he was an assassin, and even when seeking revenge, he maintained a certain degree of composure.

As they approached Grammond, the bastard indeed pulled out a finely crafted revolver with an ornate design and fired at Kane.

If Kane were truly blinded by rage at this moment, he would probably be dead by now.

Unfortunately, he didn't.

The moment the gunshot rang out, Kane ducked and dodged.

The staff-sword in his hand pierced through Glamond's arm from top to bottom at an extremely tricky angle.

Although Glamond was no pushover, the intense pain caused him to drop his gun.

Kane didn't seem to intend to finish him off with the gun; he simply kicked the gun aside and pulled back his cane and sword.

This time, Glamond couldn't hold back any longer and screamed in agony.

He turned and picked up the decorative rapier hanging on the wall, brandishing it to push Kane away, then roared at him, "You damned slave, how dare you lay a hand on me!"

Kane kept a cold face and had no intention of wasting words with him, wielding his staff and sword in a dazzling display.

In just a moment, Glamond had several puncture wounds on his body.

The flowing blood almost stained his white suit red.

"Damn it, you vile bastard!" Even as he was about to die, Glamond continued to curse.

Kane, perhaps annoyed by the noise, swiftly plunged his cane-sword into Kane's mouth and then forcefully twisted it.

The sharp blade tore his mouth open, causing it to bleed profusely.

Already unable to resist, Glamond, in excruciating pain, simply spat out his tongue.

Kane looked coldly at Glamond and said, "Take your arrogance and go to hell!"

With that, he gripped the staff and sword with both hands and stabbed it fiercely at Glamond.

After four or five blows, Glamond was dead beyond any doubt.

Kane didn't have the habit of desecrating corpses. After spitting out a mouthful of saliva, he turned around and walked directly to Chen Jiajun: "Thank you, Mr. Chen!"

Chen Jiajun waved his hand and said, "It's just a mutually beneficial arrangement! Now let's talk about the other legislators at the high table!"

……

With Glamond's death, contact with the elders was lost.

The other members of parliament at the high table were in a panic.

Especially Vig, after learning that John had killed his son, he originally wanted to gather all his forces to kill John to avenge his son.

But when this devastating news arrived, Vig's anger turned to terror.

He hadn't forgotten how he had made those sarcastic remarks about Chen Jiajun at the meeting.

Now, Chen Jiajun has not only eliminated the executive officer, Gramond, but even the elders have gone missing.

"Damn it, could it be..." Vig was both shocked and frightened, and he smoked several cigarettes before he could calm himself down.

A moment later, he made a decision: to give up his career in New York and return to his hometown in the Soviet Union to avoid the situation.

After all, a son can be born again after he dies, and even if the business is gone, he still has reserve funds and can always make a comeback.

But if you lose your life, then you lose everything.

So he called his assistant and immediately prepared a plane to return to the Soviet Union.

While Chen Jiajun was eliminating the remaining members of the Gaotaizhuo faction, he took advantage of this moment.

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun never forgot this damn Russian, so he went to him as his first stop.

Viggo's convoy sped along the road, and just as it turned onto the airport expressway, a slight explosion was heard, followed by the vehicles going out of control.

Vig's car, in particular, crashed directly into the guardrail on the side of the road and came to a stop.

"Sukabrye, what's going on!"

Vig rubbed his aching forehead and got out of the car.

Upon seeing the broken tire nails on the ground, the angry expression on his face froze.

It's obvious that someone deliberately set this up here.

And what we're waiting for is him in person.

Vig immediately yelled for his men to get out of the car and protect him as he left.

But as his voice faded, bursts of gunfire rang out in the distance.

Startled, Vig immediately hid behind the car to observe.

Vig's men were in for a world of trouble; in such an open space, they were practically sitting ducks.

Countless sniper bullets and arrows picked them off one by one.

In no time, Vig's men had been almost entirely wiped out. Vig gripped his gun tightly, too afraid to even run, lest he suffer the same fate as his men, being shot in the head.

Then he heard footsteps getting closer and closer. Peeking out, he saw Chen Jiajun looking down at him with a smile and saying, "You're Vig? I heard you're here to cause me trouble?"

Vig hardened his heart and a ferocious look appeared on his face.

He raised his hand and fired a shot, intending to take Chen Jiajun with him.

But Vig saw with his own eyes that the bullet was fired, but it bounced off as if it had hit a barrier.

Then everything went black before his eyes, and he knew nothing more.

Recently, the underworld of Europe and America has been in turmoil.

The twelve councilors who once sat arrogantly at the high table are now being hunted down.

Of the twelve members of parliament, Viger from the Soviet Union, the elder from the Middle East, Joshua Antony from Italy, and Hiroji Ueyama from Japan were all confirmed to have been killed.

The remaining members of parliament were all filled with anxiety, fearing that they would be next.

Therefore, during this period, the influence of the high table is rapidly shrinking.

The only side unaffected was the United States. Bruce escaped from Chen Jiajun's clutches once thanks to his blood pact assassins and elite troops, and Chen Jiajun didn't intend to pursue the matter further.

Therefore, Bruce's power not only did not decrease but increased, making him the most powerful figure at the High Table.

This left Bruce somewhat at a loss, so he specifically sought out his subordinate Winston to discuss the matter.

After all, what if Chen Jiajun doesn't allow it and messes with them again?
Winston chuckled at Bruce's concern: "Old man, since Mr. Chen hasn't said anything, then this is what you deserve!"

“Mr. Chen can’t possibly clean up all the high tables in the world. As far as I know, he’s a person who hates trouble! So I think this is an opportunity for us, a good opportunity to become the chairman of the high table.”

Bruce was immediately shocked: "And become the Speaker?"

“You don’t think you have any way out, do you?” Winston looked at his old friend speechlessly and said, “Once you step into this world, don’t even think about leaving cleanly! Instead of living in fear all day, you should seize this opportunity to inflate your ego until no one dares to mess with you. That’s the safest thing to do.”

Bruce clearly took it to heart and began to think.

After a moment, he looked up at Winston and said, "Okay, but I need your help. The current CEO of High Table was taken down by Mr. Chen, and I need someone like that."

“Me?” Winston immediately shook his head and said, “I’m too old to do this kind of thing!”

"What should we do? You have to help me!" Bruce said anxiously.

Winston paused for a moment, then said to Bruce, "What do you think of Charon? He's professional, meticulous, and reliable!"

“Charon?” Bruce pondered carefully.

If Winston is unwilling to take the job, Charon would indeed be a very good candidate.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then said to Winston, "Then let him give it a try!"

……

Meanwhile, various forces in the European and American underworld were feeling uneasy.

The strength that Chen Jiajun has shown is truly terrifying.

The drug lords in South America, who are geographically close to the United States, are especially afraid.

It's important to know that Chen Jiajun isn't that ruthless when dealing with other people, but when it comes to these drug lords, he kills them one by one.

Any slight offense to him would result in a massacre.

Moreover, the assassins under Chen Jiajun's command this time were quite famous.

If dealing with a killer organization like the High Table is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables, then dealing with others must be even more terrifying.

So for a time, almost all the forces got their hands on Chen Jiajun's photos and then instructed their subordinates not to mess with this Asian man.

Inside the penthouse suite of the Mainland Hotel, Chen Jiajun chuckled as he listened to his subordinate's report: "Interesting. So this has terrified them?"

The old man chuckled and said, "After all, the High Table is different. It's the number one assassin organization recognized in the Western world! Our massacre this time can be said to have taught these people a good lesson."

"But boss, why don't you take this opportunity to accept the high table? I think if you take over, no one will dare to say a word."

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "I know the legacy of the high table must be substantial, but I absolutely cannot do that!"

"You don't think the U.S. government won't care about what I'm doing, do you? The CIA and FBI have been watching me for a while now. If I go too far, do you think it won't attract the attention of the U.S. government?"

“Normally we operate in the underworld, and the U.S. government doesn’t bother with us. But if they take over the High Table, I reckon even the California conglomerate behind it won’t be able to protect us! Nobody can tolerate a foreigner controlling an assassin organization in their own country!”

"While I am not afraid of the CIA and FBI, they are ultimately not the power of the state apparatus. Moreover, they are the most powerful country in the world today."

After listening to Chen Jiajun's analysis, Lao E nodded, indicating that he understood Chen Jiajun's meaning.

"Alright, let's leave it as it is! It's not a bad thing that Bruce has taken over the High Table." Chen Jiajun chuckled and said, "After all, he's a smart man, and not very ambitious. Most importantly... he's afraid of dying!"

The old man laughed immediately: "Taking advantage of this opportunity, I think we can expand our intelligence agencies in the United States to a certain extent."

Chen Jiajun nodded: "If you think it's suitable, then do it!"

While Chen Jiajun was discussing with Lao E how to expand the intelligence organization's influence in the United States.

Suddenly my phone received a call.

Very few people know about Chen Jiajun's phone number.

Most of them are people with whom you have a close relationship.

So when Chen Jiajun answered the call, he heard a familiar voice: "Hi, honey, where are you right now?"

Chen Jiajun was somewhat surprised when the call came from Monica.

After all, Monia is not usually a clingy woman, and she knows her limits very well.

"What's up?" Chen Jiajun asked directly.

Monica hesitated for a moment, then said to Chen Jiajun, "That movie you mentioned last time, 'Malèna,' has finished filming. Do you want to come and take a look? If you're not in America, then forget it."

Chen Jiajun then remembered that his subordinate, Nefi, was poaching talent from Hollywood!

Having nothing else to do, Chen Jiajun readily agreed: "Sure, when?"

“How about tomorrow? You’re coming to Los Angeles?” Monica asked tentatively.

"Okay!" Chen Jiajun nodded and then hung up the phone.

After exchanging a few words with Lao E, Chen Jiajun instructed his men to prepare his plane ticket, as he planned to go directly to Los Angeles.

Upon arriving at Nefertory's new office, Chen Jiajun was greeted by Monica, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

It has to be said that Giuseppe Tornatore is a very capable director; at least Chen Jiajun felt a sense of surprise and delight when he saw Monica again.

Monica is not young anymore; at least in Hollywood, actresses generally become famous between the ages of sixteen and twenty, so she can no longer be considered just a pretty face.

However, with the help of director Giuseppe Tornatore, Monica managed to develop a unique style.

Anyway, it made Chen Jiajun's mouth water.

So after Chen Jiajun hugged Monica, he took her back to the hotel.

As for movies? You can watch them anywhere.

Monica, the Italian woman, showed no shyness and kissed Chen Jiajun in the car.

After returning to the presidential suite that Chen Jiajun had booked long ago, the two began frantically undressing each other. (End of Chapter)