Hong Kong variety show: I Am a Tycoon

"So you're Khun Sa?" Chen Jiajun laughed sarcastically, "You really are more famous than you are in person."

Khun Sa ignored Chen Jiajun's sarcasm and said coldly, "You've repeatedly sabotaged my business, killed my adjutant, and mailed his head to me. Now you dare to kidnap my men and come to my lair. Should I say you're skilled and daring, or just ignorant and arrogant?"

Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "Whether you're skilled and daring, or ignorant and arrogant, I'm right here now. Isn't it time to settle our score?"

Khun Sa took a step forward, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "What makes you think you can settle scores with me now? Do you want to die? Look around. This place is full of my men. If I give the order, you and your men will be riddled with bullets."

The reason Khun Sa hasn't made a move yet is to guard against Chen Jiajun having any backup plans.

After all, they had dealt with each other more than once and knew that this young tycoon was not the kind of person who would seek death.

Since they dared to come to their own lair, they must have made some preparations.

Little did Khun Sa know that Chen Jiajun's support was right beside him.

Just as Khun Sa was testing Chen Jiajun, a man in a white suit walked over.

"Oh, General, you have other guests?" the man said with a smile.

Khun Sa hadn't expected this guy to come, and said calmly, "Don't worry, I'll talk to you about the rest of the business after I've dealt with this guy. You can go back and rest for a bit."

“But I don’t want to do business with you,” the man in the suit said with a grin, his eyes suddenly turning sharp. “Seven years ago, you had the Russians kill my father in the Netherlands. If he were still alive, he wouldn’t agree to me doing business with a bastard like you.”

"You," Khun Sa said, never expecting that even though he had been so discreet in his actions back then, his nephew had still discovered him. "Are you here to settle scores with me?"

"What do you think?" the man in the suit said with a sneer.

"What right do you have to argue with me?" Khun Sa said coldly.

Seeing the man in the suit confronting Khun Sa again, Chen Jiajun couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh so hard he couldn't straighten up.

Khun Sa said angrily, "Chen Jiajun, what the hell are you laughing at?"

Chen Jiajun finally managed to stop laughing and said, "I was laughing at you. You have so many enemies."

Khun Sa snorted and said, "It's alright, this kid will die with you in a bit."

"Really? I don't believe it." Chen Jiajun shook his head and said, "You might as well take a look at the person next to you."

Khun Sa was stunned for a moment, and then he saw the man open his coat, revealing a ring of bombs inside.

Upon seeing this, Khun Sa's pupils constricted, and he then said to the man, "Painter, you're a forgery expert. I don't believe you'd be carrying a real bomb."

"Don't believe me? Then try it!" the painter said, taking out a detonator and throwing it over, before addressing Khun Sa.

Khun Sa looked at the detonator in his hand and hesitated for a long time before daring not to use it.

The painter sneered and said, "You don't dare? Then I'll help you."

As he spoke, the painter snatched the detonator back from Khun Sa and then released the button.

"boom."

Then a violent explosion suddenly rang out, the sound deafening.

However, the explosion did not occur on the painter's body, but rather on several vehicles parked in Khun Sa's camp.

The massive shockwave swept outwards, scattering Khun Sa's men in all directions.

Then several RPGs flew from the distant dense forest, bombarding the camp once again.

"Tsk tsk, just like Guan Cai Ba's methods." Chen Jiajun said with a sneer when he saw the scene in front of him, "To be honest, it's really not creative."

After saying that, he casually took out a cigar and asked Bailu to light it for him.

With a grim expression, Khun Sa summoned his trusted men and began to hunt down the painter, while another group rushed towards Chen Jiajun.

Under the protection of several loyal subordinates, he planned to retreat quickly.

Chen Jiajun said to Bai Lu, who was standing to the side, "Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away."

Bai Lu nodded and raised her hand directly to several of Kunsha's trusted confidants.

Before Khun Sa could even run two steps, he saw the men who had been helping him escape fall to the ground one by one.

Before he could react, the painter and his mercenaries attacked.

This forced Khun Sa to continue his escape.

The camp is now in complete chaos. He must organize his men, or he might be killed.

Khun Sa picked up an AK from the ground and shot two panicked soldiers dead on the spot.

Then, in a booming voice, he roared, "Calm down, all of you, and obey my orders to move closer to me."

Khun Sa established his authority through killing, and subsequently displayed the imposing presence he had cultivated within his own army over the years.
Unexpectedly, this actually turned the tide. The soldiers, who had been like headless flies, seemed to have found their leader and quickly moved closer to Khun Sa.

Many people even rushed over to shield themselves from the bullets fired at Khun Sa by the painters and others.

"Damn it." The painter cursed under his breath, threw down his gun, picked up an AK and opened fire.

However, this clearly posed no threat to Khun Sa, who was now completely surrounded.

Moreover, more and more soldiers are heading in this direction.

The hearts of the painter and his party sank.

If Khun Sa manages to amass his forces, they might face a major setback this time.

Thinking of this, the painters became anxious.

His gaze then fell upon Chen Jiajun, who was standing by the helicopter, leisurely smoking a cigar and watching the show.

Based on the previous conversation, it's not hard to tell that this man seems to have a grudge against Khun Sa.

Based on the idea that an enemy's enemy is a friend, the painter shouted directly at Chen Jiajun: "Why are you still watching? If Khun Sa gathers his forces, we will all die here."

Hearing the painter's shout, Chen Jiajun finally came to his senses and said with a surprised look, "Are you talking to me?"

"Who else could it be? Khun Sa is notoriously cruel. If he catches us, we'll be lucky to escape with our lives," the painter said, somewhat exasperated.

With bullets flying everywhere and this guy watching the show while smoking a cigar, it stirred up a nameless anger in everyone.

Unfortunately, Chen Jiajun smiled and said, "You seem to have misunderstood something. I'm not on your side."

"You!" The painter was speechless, feeling as if he had encountered a madman.

By this time, Khun Sa had already assembled his troops and sat down in an armored vehicle with a grim expression.

An angry voice blared through a loudspeaker: "You bastards, how dare you run wild on my turf! I'm going to skin you alive and fill your skin with mercury!"

As they spoke, the heavy machine gun on the armored vehicle unleashed a barrage of fire in the direction where the painter and the others were hiding.

The power of the large-caliber heavy machine gun was astonishing, directly shattering the low wall where the painter and others were hiding into pieces.

The group could only crawl on the ground in a sorry state, their faces ashen.

Khun Sa not only assembled his troops, but he also hid inside an armored vehicle, putting him in a virtually invincible position.

With their limited firepower, they had absolutely no way to deal with Khun Sa.

"Am I really going to die like this?" The painter wondered.

But at that moment, Old Prison made his move.

Looking at the panicked expression on Khun Sa's face as he hid inside the armored vehicle, Chen Jiajun couldn't help but shake his head with a smile and say, "Hiding in a lump of iron is not a good idea."

As he spoke, Chen Jiajun snapped his fingers, and Old Yu, who was standing to the side, nodded, and a knife appeared in his hand at an inexplicable moment.

With a horizontal slash, a powerful blade of energy sliced ​​the entire armored vehicle in two.

The car was broken in two, let alone the people inside.

The mercenaries the painter brought were his henchmen who worked with him to make counterfeit money. They had never witnessed such a cruel scene before, and one of them couldn't hold it in and immediately bent over to vomit.

It looks like he's about to vomit up his internal organs.

Chen Jiajun nodded: "Alright, things are settled here, let's go."

Chen Jiajun personally came to the Golden Triangle to kill Khun Sa, that bastard, which was already a great favor to him. Now that he's dead, the matter is over.

"By the way, boss, what about those guys?" Bai Lu turned to look in the direction of the painter and the others and asked.

Chen Jiajun glanced at the group and said indifferently, "Don't leave any survivors. Kill them all except the one in the white suit."

"Yes." With that, Bai Lu led several beastmen brothers directly over.

The painter sensed something was wrong when he saw several people walking towards them.

He immediately told his men, "Run!"

Unfortunately, before they could run a few steps, they heard gunshots ringing out in the distance.

Then the painter saw his men fall to the ground one by one.

"What do you want to do?" Although these people had been following the painter for a long time, the painter didn't really care about their lives or deaths. Instead, he looked at Bai Lu and the others with a look of horror.

Bai Lu shrugged and said, "Can't you see? They're trying to silence you."

The true strength of his subordinates cannot be easily revealed, otherwise it could easily cause panic.

Chen Jiajun and others are not yet ready to confront certain state apparatuses directly.

However, Chen Jiajun felt that this painter was worth keeping.

The painter looked at Bai Lu with a horrified expression and said, "Wait, let's talk this out. I can..."

But before he could finish speaking, Bai Lu grabbed the painter and pressed her hand against his forehead.

Then the painter began to convulse, his whole body trembling as if he were undergoing immense torment.

However, unlike those weak-willed individuals, the painter was able to endure for so long and accumulate enough strength before seeking revenge against Khun Sa, clearly demonstrating that he was a person of extremely strong will.

Gradually, the painter stopped struggling, and his eyes became clear.

The painter then walked up to Chen Jiajun and respectfully said, "Boss."

“Alright, let’s go. Back to Hong Kong.” Chen Jiajun nodded and led everyone away from Khun Sa’s base.

A few days later, Khun Sa was massacred in his own camp, and the news spread like wildfire throughout the underground world of Southeast Asia.

Who was Khun Sa? He was a powerful warlord whom Thailand, Myanmar, and Cambodia couldn't do anything about.

He was actually killed right in his own camp, even with his own guards protecting him.

This incident has indeed attracted a lot of attention.

There are many forces that want to kill Khun Sa, and now that someone has actually succeeded, it feels unreal.

However, many people's doubts were subsequently dispelled by official Thai reports.

The Thai government has confirmed the news in an official statement and also disclosed the cause of Khun Sa's death.

This incident sparked much discussion among people in the underworld.

Everyone is speculating about who killed Khun Sa, the warlord and drug kingpin.

After all, even the officials of several countries are still investigating this matter.

However, in the eyes of some people, things are a little different.

For example, the Hong Kong police.

Inside the West Kowloon Police Station, in the office of Commissioner Chow Wah-biu.

Upon hearing the report about Chen Jiaju, Zhou Huabiao immediately spat out the tea he was drinking.

Chen Jiaju looked at Zhou Huabiao with an innocent expression and said, "Uncle Biao, if you want to express surprise, you don't need to spray it in my face. How disgusting!"

"Sorry, sorry." Zhou Huabiao offered a few insincere apologies, then turned to Chen Jiaju and asked, "Was this really done by Boss Jun?"

Chen Jiaju said calmly, "How could that be fake? Even Guan Caiba and A Bao were dealt with by Boss Jun's men. Otherwise, we might not have been able to catch those two so easily. There was also Section Chief Yang from the mainland at the time. She personally heard Chen Jiajun say that he was going to go and get revenge on Khun Sa."

"Hiss." Zhou Huabiao gasped upon hearing the news: "So Boss Jun is this terrifying?"

Chen Jiaju waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry. Didn't Boss Jun retire a long time ago? And I don't remember him ever causing any trouble in Hong Kong, right?"

"What do you know?" Zhou Huabiao said irritably, "Don't spread this around. If Boss Jun finds out, you're dead."

Chen Jiaju spread his hands and said, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who's looking for death?"

Meanwhile, Yang Jianhua was also talking to her boss.

"Section Chief Yang, what did you gain from this operation in Hong Kong?" an elderly man with a smiling face asked Yang Jianhua.

Yang Jianhua hesitated for a moment, but still said to his leader, "Although this operation had some twists and turns, it was completed smoothly thanks to the help of our compatriots in Hong Kong."

"Guanchai has been handed over to Interpol, and Chen Wenbin (Ah Bao) has been successfully brought back to face trial. However, this operation..."

The old man said calmly, "Why is there a problem with your movements?"

"No, it's Mr. Chen from Hong Kong." Yang Jianhua gritted his teeth and said Chen Jiajun's name.

A glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes: "Oh? What's wrong with Chen Jiajun?"

Yang Jianhua had no choice but to continue, "I discovered that this Mr. Chen Jiajun has considerable influence overseas, and even his own private army."

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately laughed: "I thought you were going to ask me a question."

The people from my hometown didn't seem to care much, and some even seemed happy about it.

"Oh? You know that?" Yang Jianhua said in surprise.

The old man said calmly, "Of course I know. Their mercenary group is already world-renowned, and has even expanded its business to more than twenty countries. There's nothing strange about that."

"As for Hong Kong, Mr. Chen has always been an honest and reliable businessman, so there's no need for you to make a fuss. In fact, well, there are some things you're not at a high enough level to discuss with you."

"So you just need to remember one thing: Mr. Chen Jiajun has always been our compatriot and is a trustworthy person."

Seeing that his superiors said so, Yang Jianhua could only feel relieved.

After all, Chen Jiajun's demonstrated strength overseas did put her under considerable pressure.

If her superiors already know and still believe Chen Jiajun, then she won't have to worry about this matter.

Chen Jiajun, who caused this incident, has returned to work at his company.

It was as if this had never happened.

Apart from a few insiders, probably no one would think that Chen Jiajun, an investment group, would dare to go to the Golden Triangle and wipe out a warlord and drug lord of Khun Sa's caliber.

"Boss, you made such a big fuss, but you didn't take me with you." Yaqi complained to Chen Jiajun as soon as he got back.

Chen Jiajun rolled his eyes and said, "You're the head of the intelligence department now. If you leave, who will help me monitor things in Hong Kong?"

"Then you'd better find someone to take over my job as soon as possible. I've had enough of this job," Yachi muttered.

"Don't worry," Chen Jiajun sighed and said, "I've already found someone. Remember that strange spy who suddenly appeared in Brunei? I'm going to have him take your place."

"Oh?" Archie said in surprise, "That guy is still alive?"

Chen Jiajun said calmly, "Of course he's not dead. How's your investigation going?"

Yachi nodded, took out a document, and said, "I actually did investigate some things. This Silva is quite something."

"Tell me about it," Chen Jiajun said curiously.

“Silva was originally a member of MI6 and the highest-ranking officer of the Hong Kong branch's intelligence base in the Far East,” Archie said, glancing at the file. “He was even considered the most likely candidate to succeed the title of ace agent.”

"Just a few years ago, this guy was on a mission abroad when he suffered an accident. He then disappeared without a trace. When he reappeared, it was two years ago, and he had already established his own organization and was active in the underworld."

"This guy will take any job for money, especially when it comes to dealing with MI6, he seems particularly interested. Based on our intelligence, I think he's already gotten into some dirty dealings with MI6."

As Chen Jiajun listened to this information, his eyes grew brighter and brighter: "I didn't expect this guy to have such abilities. That's really great."

When Yaqi saw Chen Jiajun's gaze, he subconsciously took two steps back: "Boss, what's with that look?" (End of Chapter)