Fanatic!

Chapter 65 The Great Web of Rules

After the meeting, Chen Wujun left with his bag, his heart filled with excitement.

I've fought tooth and nail before, and all I've managed to steal is a few tens of thousands of yuan.

He received 120 million in one go.

For a street urchin, this was an astronomical sum.

That would be enough for him to buy a unit in an upscale community like Mei Foo Sun Chuen, allowing his family to escape the astronomical cost of living in the Walled City.

'They split it among themselves... 4.4 million, and handed over 5 million to the company. Including the IOUs, my senior sister should still have at least 10 million left.'

'There are also four loan shark companies outside the walled city that will bring in a steady stream of income.'

"And Master Xin got 500 million just by talking!"

'And those gangs, they did nothing, yet they acquired 12 loan shark companies and their corresponding market share...'

'The higher the status, the higher the income, and you get paid just by talking... unlike us who have to fight to the death.'

Chen Wujun had a vague understanding of what was going on.

"Brother Xin, and those gang leaders... they've established the rules of the underground world in the East Ninth District. They are both the rule-makers and the rule-followers... even with Senior Sister's strength, she can't break them."

He suddenly realized that under these rules, strength was merely an entry ticket.

Everyone must abide by these rules.

Unless you are strong enough to break and disregard all the rules...

This was the first time he had clearly touched and felt the existence of these rules.

Upon arriving at the gambling den, Chen Wujun took out 80,000 yuan from his bag and threw it to Afei and Curry: "You two each get a stack, everyone else get 3000 yuan each, the injured get an extra 3000 yuan, and the seriously injured will still get paid during their recovery period."

"Thank you, Brother Jun!" Ah Fei immediately smiled, turned around and called over his henchmen from outside, distributing the money to each of them.

Chen Wujun felt good; with his position, he could also get a share of the money.

After the money was distributed, Chen Wujun kept Afei and Curry behind: "Get me a few bank cards, reliable ones, preferably the kind where the person who disappeared has disappeared."

He has such a large sum of money in his hands now, and he doesn't feel comfortable leaving it anywhere else. Getting it in the bank is his top priority.

“I know someone who can get cards. He’s a rich kid who specializes in scamming prostitutes and illegal immigrants. He has a lot of clean identities. He sells low-level cards for 300, mid-level cards for 1000, and top-level cards for 3000!” Curry said.

"Brother Jun, the kind of person who disappears is a top-tier card."

There are three types of cards on the black market. The most common type is the one that can be reported lost or found by the police at any time. This type of card is only worth 300 yuan.

Intermediate cards are cards obtained by intermediaries using real identities, but even the original owner is unaware of these cards, which are in a dormant state and relatively safe for a period of time.

Top-tier cards are for cards issued to people who die unexpectedly or disappear without a trace; the cardholder will never come forward to report the card lost.

This is very expensive; one card costs 3000 yuan.

Chen Wujun's eyelids twitched when he heard the number.

A bank card costs 3000 yuan.

Besides what he is currently involved in and aware of, this walled city also has a vast gray industry, involving all aspects of life.

As the saying goes, snakes have their paths, and rats have theirs.

It's unknown how many people are part of these shady industries.

"Get ten top-tier credit cards, from all the major banks." Chen Wujun pulled out three stacks of money and threw them to Curry.

These bank cards are expensive, but necessary.

The next day, Curry brought back three cards, and Chen Wujun deposited half of the money into them.

Over the next few days, the ten cards returned one after another, and Chen Wujun was relieved after depositing the money into them in different places.

"Adding the money I got from loan sharks and the monthly dividends from the gambling den, I now have 120 million... Maybe I should buy a car... After all, I won't be staying in the Kowloon Walled City forever. Besides that, I don't know what to do with the rest of the money. Maybe I should find a place to invest it, but unfortunately, I don't know anything about it..."

When he was in school, he envied other people who took cars to and from school, especially those whose parents picked them up in cars.

Now that I have the means, I immediately want to buy a car.

"Forget it, we can think about these things after the betting match." Chen Wujun put the idea of ​​buying a car and making investments aside.

“My skills are almost there now. I won’t improve much by practicing alone anymore. I need to find someone to practice on sparring.” “In addition, I need to train my resistance to blows! When ordinary people fight, you throw a punch and I kick, and we can exchange blows. But martial arts masters are different. Whether they are masters of new or old techniques, they are extremely powerful and have great attack power. When they fight, the outcome is decided by just one or two blows.”

"Back then, I was constantly hitting my knees and elbows with stakes while using medication. The wounds kept healing and growing, and eventually the bones in my knees and elbows became as strong as steel. If I could train the rest of my body to this level, I wouldn't be seriously injured immediately if I got hit once or twice in a fight."

"But I need to ask my master about this... I'll ask him on Tuesday the day after tomorrow."

Thinking of this, Chen Wujun called Afei: "Bring a few skilled fighters and wait for me on Guangming Street."

"Brother Jun, should we bring any weapons?"

"Need not!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun ate some braised beef with the instant noodles Ah Yue had ordered. Then he put on a tracksuit and went downstairs. He waited for a while at the intersection of Longjin Street and Guangming Street, and then saw Ah Fei arrive with four henchmen.

"Brother Jun, what do we need to do?"

"It's alright, practice with me!" Chen Wujun said.

"No problem!" Upon hearing this, Afei immediately patted his chest confidently, then suddenly remembered something and looked constipated: "Brother Jun, it's a promise, no crotch fighting!"

"I'm saving them to carry on the family line!"

Chen Wujun had a very vivid memory of crushing the egg of that new master of tricks at the gambling den that day.

"Don't worry!" Chen Wujun said with a smile as he led the group into the martial arts hall.

Senior Brother Li remained seated in his chair, drinking tea like a great Buddha, regardless of whether Chen Wujun was present or not.

However, Chen Wujun knew very well that there was not a single good person in his sect, from top to bottom.

Whether it's the master, the senior sister, or oneself.

Everything requires you to fight for it and grab it yourself.

Where is Senior Brother Li?

"Senior brother, I'll bring a few people to practice kung fu with me!" Chen Wujun greeted.

His gaze shifted to Shufen, who was cleaning the martial arts hall in old clothes. When she saw him, she placed her hand in front of her chest and waved it slightly, as if she was waving.

The group moved aside, and Chen Wujun said to his henchman, "Come and hit me."

"Brother Jun, be careful!" the henchman said.

He then adopted a modern fighting stance and threw a punch at Chen Wujun.

Chen Wujun instantly spotted the gap under his armpit, and with a swift, graceful movement, slipped under his armpit and slapped him on the waist.

"Continue!" Chen Wujun said immediately when he saw the henchmen stop.

The henchman first probed with two jabs, then suddenly whipped Chen Wujun's thigh with a kick.

The moment Chen Wujun kicked, he took a step and bumped into the henchman's arms, slapping him with both hands and sending him flying like a rolling gourd.

Chen Wujun turned to the others and said, "You all come together."

"Brother Jun, be careful." Several henchmen saw that Chen Wujun had held back and hadn't exerted himself, so they formed a circle around him.

One of them kicked directly, but Chen Wujun slipped, turned around, and fell into his arms. With a shake, he spread his arms to the sides, his shoulders and upper arms sending the man flying. At the same time, his forearms and hands lashed out like whips toward the henchman's groin, but he pulled them back as soon as he did.

The henchman only felt a blur before his eyes, and then he was sent flying.

Ah Fei, standing nearby, broke out in a cold sweat.

Chen Wujun is too ruthless; he resorts to underhanded tactics all the time.

If they hadn't stopped in time, that henchman would have lost everything.

Even with the four henchmen working together, Chen Wujun didn't feel much pressure. It wasn't until Afei joined in that Chen Wujun finally started to feel the pressure.

Even though each of his henchmen was far less capable than him, with so many of them, they would be too busy to look after what was behind them, and he didn't have eyes in the back of his head.

Chen Wujun's mind stirred, and the hairs on his body stood on end. He was on high alert.

Their senses became extremely sharp; the movement patterns of others, the sound of their footsteps scraping the ground, and even their breathing rhythm before exerting force became exceptionally clear.

(End of this chapter)