Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 89 Dog Head Hanging on the Bridge

The windows of the offices in the upper echelons of the casino were wide open.

Street Market Wei, Big Sister, and Nine-Finger Hua were drinking tea and smoking.

Nine-Fingers Wah was not a native of Macau; he was from Hong Kong. After making a name for himself in Hong Kong, he came to Macau to make a living. After earning a sum of money, he started to work legitimately.

“That Fatty Dog won’t listen to my advice. Ah Wei, just tell Fatty Dog what Brother Xin said. He shouldn’t be that stupid,” Nine-Finger Hua said, shaking his head.

at this time.

"Brother Wei, Sister Da! Something bad has happened! Liang Jun and his gang just got off the elevator."

A sharp-eyed henchman ran into the office to report.

Upon hearing this, Jie Shiwei shook his head and said, "If he wants to die, then let him go."

He had barely finished speaking.
A muffled gunshot suddenly rang out from outside the window, and because the window was open, the sound was very noticeable.

Before the group could react, a barrage of gunfire erupted!
Street Market Wei's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly scrambled to the window.

All I could see was the casino.

Fat Dog and the gunmen of Shengyitang were chatting when suddenly an SUV came crashing into them aggressively.

then,

A handsome man dressed in crocodile skin, a cigar dangling from his mouth, jumped out of the car, cocked his gun, and started killing anyone he saw!

"boom!"

After a muffled gunshot, one of the Shengyitang gunmen had his face blasted to pieces and went straight to hell to start over.

One of Fat Dog's henchmen cursed and was about to pull out his pistol.

A car came up behind him and hit him, sending him flying.

Immediately afterwards, countless young demon slaves rushed off the vehicle, some carrying submachine guns and automatic rifles, others carrying axes.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

"boom!"

They indiscriminately shot and killed anyone they saw.

Before Fat Dog and Shengyitang's men could react, countless bullets rained down on them.

Before the henchmen could even draw their pistols, they were laughing and joking one second, and the next they were riddled with bullets.

……

In just five minutes, Fat Dog and Shengyitang's gunmen suffered heavy casualties; not a single one was still standing.
The young demon slaves threw the corpses into the vehicle, and the brothers quickly got on and headed to their next destination.

"How is that possible! Where did Liang Jun get so many gunmen?!"

The eldest sister, Jie Shiwei, and Jiuzhihua, who witnessed this scene from upstairs, were speechless. Looking around, there were at least a thousand or eight hundred people, and countless cars.

Why didn't they receive any warning?

Dozens of cars, in a grand procession, turned onto another street and arrived at Fat Dog's territory. Armed with guns, they led their brothers and charged straight in.

"If it's a matter for Hung Hing, get out!"

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Chen Jiajun shouted.

The customers immediately scattered and fled, clearing out the place in less than a minute.

None of Fat Dog's henchmen could escape; they were all surrounded in a small private room, where the young demon slaves fired wildly into the room with their guns.

Even the King of Hell would have to exclaim, "An expert!" at this scene.

A bustling night market.

Doom led dozens of young demon slaves and charged directly at the fat dog's men.

"Kill these bastards!"

……

at the same time.

Fat Dog's underground gambling den. Old Gunn, leading a group of young demon slaves, stormed in and began smashing and destroying everything in sight, knocking various fine wines to the ground.

"Squat down!"

"Everyone, squat down!"

Old Evil kicked aside Fat Dog's men, and just as one of Fat Dog's men was about to draw his machete, a gun was already pointed at him.

A group of armed Hell Knights immediately took control of everyone.

“We have some private matters to discuss with Fat Dog. This has nothing to do with you all. I, Hung Hing's Handsome Chun, will host a few tables another day to apologize to everyone,” Chan Ka Chun said as he walked into the underground gambling den and took off his sunglasses.

The gamblers in the underground gambling den abandoned their chips and hurriedly covered their heads as they left.

After clearing the area, Chen Jiajun gave the order:
"Kill me!"

Upon receiving their orders, the young demon slaves picked up their machetes and began hacking wildly, bullets raining down as if they were free, and screams filled the small casino.

After massacring the entire gambling den, the young demon slaves finally found the fat dog in a cabinet.

Fat Dog was quite tough. Having seen the world, he gave Chen Jiajun a forced smile when he was brought up, saying, "Damn it, if you've got the guts, kill me! If I'm missing a single hair, I'll make sure your whole family is executed and counted!"

"Even facing certain death, you're still so arrogant?"

Chen Jiajun went up and slapped him hard.

"puff."

Fat Dog spat out a mouthful of blood and raised his head, saying, "Handsome Jun, you should know that our Number Gang has a lot of influence in Macau. I'll admit you're tough. Starting today, let's consider what happened before as erased with chalk, and call it even. How about it?"

"You think you can just wipe the slate clean like that?"

Chen Jiajun pulled out a dagger and plunged it into the fat dog's thigh, slowly rotating the blade.

"what!!!"

The excruciating pain made the fat dog howl in agony: "Go to hell! If you've got the guts, kill me today! Come on! Kill me!"

Chen Jiajun slowly squatted down, a smile curving his lips:
"To tell you the truth, I brought a total of a thousand men with me this time, and I also bought several hundred guns from the black market."

"It's all to deal with you, so I can open another branch in Macau."

"You fat dog, you dare to mess with me!"

"I've already made it clear that I'll hang your dog's head on the Macau-Taipa Bridge within three days."

The fat dog's pupils suddenly contracted, but he hadn't even spoken yet.

Chen Jiajun had already stood up and gave the old evil a look, and the latter elegantly chopped off the fat dog's head.

After the young demon slaves cleaned up the battlefield, Chen Jiajun lit another cigarette and said coldly, "Send someone to hang his dog's head on the bridge, and then book the entire Yulongxuan restaurant. Invite Jiuzhihua, Shi Qiliang of Shengyitang, and these people over for tea."

The domineering aura of a powerful figure in the martial arts world is vividly portrayed!
Immediately afterwards, Chen Jiajun dialed his eldest sister's number: "Hey, wasn't tonight's drama exciting?"

"Liang Jun, why did you indiscriminately kill innocent people and go on a killing spree?"

The eldest sister was terrified; she never imagined that beneath Chen Jiajun's handsome appearance lay such a vicious heart.

No one knows how many people died that night.

"Think carefully before you speak to me. You're a big player in the market, but you're just a nobody. Why are you telling me this?"

Chen Jiajun said with a smile.

The eldest sister felt a chill run down her spine, and said in a trembling voice, "Ah Jun, you should... know that none of us mean you any harm."

"Of course, eldest sister, otherwise I wouldn't have called you. By the way, I'm hosting Yulongxuan tonight. You should make a call to all the gangsters in Haojiang. I, Liangjun, am treating everyone to dinner. If you don't come tonight, you don't need to come in the future."

Chen Jiajun hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

That night.

Those who frequent Yulongxuan can all see the "dog head" on the Macau-Taipa Bridge.

It is exceptionally conspicuous.

(End of this chapter)