Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

Chapter 21 The Person Thirteen Sister Likes

Royal Nightclub is not open tonight. After all, "Big Brother" is dead, so how can it be open?

After making numerous promises to Doom and his gang of young demon slaves, Boss B left with Chan Ho-nam and the others who had rushed over.

Back at the Causeway Bay branch, Boss B left only Chan Ho-nam behind. Chan Ho-nam took out a photo and handed it to Boss B, briefly recounting how he took down Brother Fu.

Boss B nodded in satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder with a sense of relief: "Tomorrow at the Hung Hing meeting, we can rightfully help you take over."

Then, Boss B lit a cigar and slowly said, "Robber Jun is dead."

Big Brother B was convinced of this. Although he couldn't get through to Black Water Qiang on the phone, he knew that Black Water Qiang, a big shot who gained popularity through his fans, often appeared and disappeared without a trace.

"Your next task is to win over Doom and his gang and treat them well."

"They are your assets for becoming the head of the hall in the future."

“Yes, Brother B!” Chan Ho-nam nodded.

"This is what the martial arts world is all about."

A soft sigh echoed in the private room.

Xie Fei said.

A stunningly beautiful young woman walked along the road, sobbing and heartbroken.

Her mind was filled with Chen Jiajun's face. She hadn't even properly thanked him yet. She had only met him once. How could he be dead?

He was perfectly fine yesterday, how could he be dead!
Several gangsters walked towards us, making vulgar jokes:

"Hey, pretty girl! Why are you crying so hard?"

"I'm asking you a question. Do you want your big brother to take you to see the goldfish?"

"Let's go to a bar, it'll feel so nice."

The gangsters acted recklessly, and seeing that the other party did not speak, they reached out to grab him.

Guan Jiahui quickly took a few steps back, looking at the group warily: "Get lost, this is none of your business!"

"Damn it! You're so ungrateful! I work for Master Bao. Go ask around and find out who Master Bao is! You're not giving me face, and I'm very unhappy!"

A man who looked like a minor leader slept around Guan Jiahui with greedy eyes.

"What do you want to do?" Guan Jiahui immediately put her hands in front of her chest.

"What do I want? Don't you know? I'll give you a chance: drink with me, and we'll call it even!!"

Before the leader could finish speaking, two burly men grabbed his long hair and pulled him to the ground.

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out as the petty boss's entire face slammed to the ground, emitting a painful scream.

Immediately afterwards, a young man wearing a baseball cap and a mask got out of the Mercedes.

"Hey! What gang do you guys belong to?"

"Hey, don't do anything rash! No, no, no, don't be impulsive!"

"Brother! Let's talk this out, don't use guns."

The gangster, who had originally intended to teach the other party a lesson, was so frightened when he saw the other party pull out a gun that he wet himself on the spot.

This group of people are just low-level, cowardly bullies.

"What are you doing out alone so late?" Chen Jiajun took off his sunglasses and half of his mask.

Guan Jiahui turned around, raising her stunning face. Seeing the familiar eyes, she immediately recognized who it was. Her eyes widened, and she quickly covered her mouth: "You..."

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? Get in the car right now!" Chen Jiajun looked around and immediately pulled her into the car.

As soon as the Mercedes started moving, Guan Jiahui hurriedly asked, "What happened? Didn't Brother Dumu say you were dead?"

"It's just an act! I can't show my face right now, someone's trying to assassinate me." Chen Jiajun turned the steering wheel, staring straight ahead without turning his head: "What are you doing out here all night?"

"Then aren't you in great danger right now?" Guan Jiahui asked back, her heart filled with both sweetness and anxiety.

The good news is that Brother Jun is alright; it was all an act. The bad news is that someone is trying to assassinate him.

“The people who tried to assassinate me are all dead. Where are you going? I’ll see you off.” Chen Jiajun looked around.

Guan Jiahui breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was so worried about you."

"I'm asking you a question, where are you going? The staff dormitory, or the headquarters of Lishi?" Chen Jiajun asked again.

"I took leave..." Guan Jiahui stammered, two blushes rising on her beautiful face: "I...can I come with you?"

"You're crazy! Let me take you back to your dorm."

A low growl came from the Mercedes, the V12 engine roared powerfully, and a strong push came from the back.

After dropping Kwan Ka-wai off at the RTV staff dormitory, Chan Ka-Chun leaned down and opened the passenger door for her, saying, "Don't tell anyone you've seen me before. Don't come to Causeway Bay these next few days. Something big is going to happen."

"oh oh."

Guan Jiahui knew the man had important things to do, so she immediately got out of the car and said, "Goodbye then?" Chen Jiajun closed the car door, turned around, and drove away.

"annoying!"

"They didn't even say goodbye."

Guan Jiahui stomped her feet in anger, then burst into laughter through her tears, watching the Mercedes disappear into the night.

……

Lockhart Road, Royal Nightclub.

The club is closed tonight, so even the neon lights in the nightclub are off.

There were many luxury cars parked on the road at this time.

Thirteen Sister, the leader of the Hung Hing Po Lan Street nightclub, and Han Bin, the leader of the Kwai Tsing nightclub, walked into the nightclub with solemn expressions.

As soon as she stepped into the nightclub, she saw a group of young demon slaves polishing their axes. She went up to Doom and said, "You must be Doom. I am Thirteen Sister from Hung Hing Po Lan Street."

Back when she was working under Boss B, she had a good relationship with Chen Jiajun.

Even Thirteen Sister's job transfer was partly due to Chen Jiajun's efforts.

Therefore, when Chen Jiajun got into trouble, she definitely had to ask about it and see if she could do something to help.

"Hmm." Doom raised his head and glanced at Thirteen Sister.

Thirteen Sister picked up an incense stick, lit it, bowed three times, and placed it in the Guan Gong shrine. Han Bin followed suit and also bowed to Lord Guan.

Lighting a cigarette, Thirteen Sister coldly asked, "Where is Ah Jun's corpse?"

“They took my brother’s body, and we couldn’t get it back,” A’e explained.

"Do you know who did it? What exactly happened?" Thirteen Sister's face was cold and stern.

The old villain got up and recounted the plot he had discussed with Chen Jiajun.

"Was it done by Blackwater Qiang's gang?" Thirteen Sister exhaled a puff of smoke, her tone carrying a hint of murderous intent.

A'e shook his head and said softly, "I'm not sure."

"You know nothing, how can you be a lackey?" Thirteen Sister cursed under her breath, threw down her cigarette butt, and walked out the door.

Seeing this, Han Bin quickly chased after her: "Hey, Thirteen Sister, where are you going?"

"Go and find Ah Jun's body. We can't let him wander outside like a lost soul!"

"Wait a minute! I'll call Xiyan and ask him to find Uncle Xing and ask someone to inquire."

Slim Eyes is Han Bin's younger brother, and works under Uncle Hing, the head of the Hung Hing Kowloon FIT.

"Hey, Small Eyes. You know Jun, the scoundrel from Causeway Bay, right?"

"So what if we take care of that scoundrel Jun from Babi?"

"Today he took four men to collect a debt from Heishui Qiang, but they were ambushed and died in the stronghold. Only two of his underlings returned, and the body was not brought back. Go and ask someone about it right away."

"Roger that!"

hang up the phone.

Han Bin said to Thirteen Sister, "I've already sent Xi Yan to inquire. Don't worry, we'll have news soon."

"Back then, if he and Scarface Qi hadn't teamed up to take down James, the undercover agent of Tung Sing in the anti-prostitution squad, I wouldn't be where I am today." Thirteen Sister's voice was barely audible, and tears were already streaming down her face.

After taking a sip of beer, Thirteen Sister poured the rest on the ground to comfort the spirit of "Chen Jiajun" in heaven.

"Why have I never heard you mention this before?" Han Bin took out a cigarette and offered it to her.

Thirteen Sister took a cigarette, shook her head and said, "Him? He's such a clueless kid. Just thinking about him makes me angry. I asked him to come with me to Portland Street, but he refused, saying he wouldn't follow women around like a lackey. We had a huge fight."

“He said he treated me like a brother. He probably thought my thirteenth sister had taken a liking to him and didn’t want to be a gigolo.”

"You're delusional, you fool!"

"After being brothers for so many years, can't you tell I like women?!"

"You bastard, good riddance!"

As she spoke, she muttered a curse under her breath, but her tears flowed even more freely.

She took out three cigarettes, held them in her hand, and shakily stuck them into the ground. She squatted down and wailed.

Han Bin sighed and comforted him, "Don't cry. That's how it is in our line of work. Life and death are predestined, and wealth and honor are determined by fate."

In truth, he was filled with bitterness, because Thirteen Sister had said she liked women…

Soon, Han Bin's cell phone rang. He answered immediately, and a thin-eyed voice came from the other end, "Brother, Hei Shuiqiang is dead! His entire family was wiped out!"

"what!"

(End of this chapter)