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Chapter 127 One Night of Kills
Elsa saw Chen Yang to the door before reluctantly returning to her office.

Chen Yang found it hard to believe that a royal princess could be so love-struck and obsessed with good looks.

Logically speaking, a Western princess like Elsa should prefer muscular Western men, but that's not the case. She likes Chen Yang, a handsome and charming young man.

Moreover, East Asians generally have more delicate skin, and a rich young man like Chen Yang has incredibly smooth skin.

Every time Elsa saw Chen Yang, he had a strange feeling, as if this girl was ready to pounce and bite him at any moment.

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After getting into the black sedan, Chen Yang didn't plan to go back to the transportation department. In the current situation, he would just be sitting there drinking tea anyway.

So he simply had his driver take him back to the Lin Mansion.

As the car drove through the streets of Shanghai, Chen Yang gazed at the scenery outside, but inwardly he was making calculations.

Elsa is right, he does have his own development plan, but it would be too shocking to reveal it now.

Elsa would probably just laugh at his overestimation of his abilities after hearing this.

Chen Yang's goal wasn't very ambitious; he simply wanted to build a super business empire in this era.

Huafu Fund is the foundation of this empire, providing a continuous stream of financial support for the business empire.

Life Sunshine Company is the main entity, and it will develop in different directions depending on the situation.

Currently, Chen Yang's plans are divided into three directions: pharmaceuticals, energy, and finance.

Of course, this is only temporary, and there will be more new plans in the future as times change.

For example, biotechnology, new energy sources, semiconductors, high-precision instruments, and so on...
However, one must eat one bite at a time, and plans must be implemented step by step.

Chen Yang is currently still concerned about antibiotics.

The sun in the sky was gradually obscured by a cloud that appeared out of nowhere.

More and more clouds gathered in the sky, and the entire city of Shanghai seemed to darken.

Chen Yang looked out through the glass and saw pedestrians hurrying along the street; a downpour was imminent.

Chen Yang suddenly sighed: "A storm is indeed a perfect day for killing people."

Shanghai, French Concession, Yarbei Road, Datong Opium Den.

After Zhang Xiaolin's death was published in the newspaper, Han Chong was the first to realize that something was amiss.

As one of Zhang Xiaolin's eight henchmen, Han Chong may not be the strongest in terms of combat skills, but he is definitely the most reliable in his actions.

Unlike Tian Darong, who is single-minded and only knows how to solve problems by killing, he is not like that.

He also didn't believe that everything was as the newspapers said, that Zhang Xiaolin's death was due to the Jinling Special Service Committee accidentally killing him during an operation.

Even a normal person knows to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. How could Zhang Xiaolin, a big boss, recklessly rush in when the two sides were exchanging fire, and then coincidentally get shot thirteen times?

One or two shots could have been accidental hits on the secondary vehicle, but thirteen shots—that's practically riddled with bullets! How is that possible?
So, is someone targeting Zhang Xiaolin? What could their purpose be?
"Boss, your coffee." The waitress from the opium den brought in the coffee.

"Who are you? Where is Sister Liu?" Han Chong asked the young and beautiful girl in front of him with a puzzled look.

"Liu Lan is my cousin. My cousin's husband was injured and hospitalized, so she went to take care of him." The girl said respectfully, "I'm here temporarily to replace her. She knows you like coffee. I've been working at Oak Café, and my coffee is just as good as hers."

"Okay, you can go now," Han Chong casually instructed, picking up the coffee on the table and taking a sip.

A triumphant glint flashed in the girl's eyes. She bowed and hurriedly retreated.

"This coffee tastes weird," Han Chong muttered to himself.

Suddenly, an indescribably sharp pain exploded in my lower abdomen.

The feeling wasn't like being pricked by a needle; it was more like being hammered into his stomach by an invisible force!
The excruciating pain instantly tore through the nerves, surged wildly along the body's blood vessels, and headed straight for the heart!

"Ugh!" A short, shrill scream, so inhuman it was almost inhuman, escaped his throat.

It was as if I had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock; I was thrown up from the chair and then crashed heavily onto the thick carpet.

In an instant, Han Chong arched his body violently like a fish out of water, convulsing and making a "ho...ho..." sound from his throat, like a rooster being choked by blood and foam.

His fingernails dug deep into the flesh of his neck, leaving several shocking bloody marks, while his other hand frantically clawed at the air, as if trying to grasp at the last straw.

My vision was rapidly swallowed by darkness.

In the final moments before his consciousness completely faded, his unfocused pupils stared intently at the coffee, and the only words he uttered were: "Poisoned..."

At the very moment Han Chong was poisoned, several bizarre murders occurred in opium dens in the French Concession of Shanghai.

Fei Jiu, the owner of Jiu Ji Opium Den on Songjiang Road, was doused with kerosene and burned alive at the entrance of the opium den.

Shang Shilu, the owner of Yunxialou Restaurant on Silin South Road, was shot nine times in his car by a group of masked men and died on the spot.

In one night, all eight of Zhang Xiaolin's henchmen—the Shengshi Opium Den, the Baiyun Opium Den, and the Hongguan Opium Den—were killed, except for Song Zushan.

Before tonight, if someone had said that he could uproot the territory of Shanghai tycoon Zhang Xiaolin overnight.

Everyone would think this is a joke.

But after tonight, no one will think it's a joke, because someone actually did it. So many people were killed in one night, yet Shanghai did not descend into chaos.

Song Zushan took over the territory of Zhang Xiaolin and his seven henchmen.

As of now, only Song Zushan remains in their faction, so it is reasonable for him to take over.

Of course, rumors soon began to circulate among the common people, saying that Song Zushan had rebelled against Zhang Xiaolin and swallowed up all his territory.

This wasn't an isolated opinion; more and more people suspected that Song Zushan was behind the deaths of the Seven Great Vajras and Zhang Xiaolin.

Left with no other choice, Song Zushan persuaded Zhang Renkui, Cao Youshan, and Ji Yunqing, a senior member of the Shanghai Green Gang, to come forward and clarify the situation.

With these people stepping forward, Zhang Xiaolin's death finally came to a perfect end.

Soon, the Zhang Mansion on Silingao Road was listed for sale by a real estate agency and was bought by a wealthy businessman.

With the removal of the nameplate from Zhang's mansion, the story of this Shanghai tycoon finally became a legend that Shanghainese people talked about with great relish.

Jinling Hotel, Shanghai.

"Come, come, Mr. Lin, please take care of me in the future."

In a private room on the second floor of the Jinling Hotel, Song Zushan's face was flushed from drinking, and Lin Xueyi, who was sitting next to him, was also quite drunk.

There were five or six people in the private room. Besides Lin Xueyi and Song Zushan, there was also the newly promoted big brother Liao Ruyuan, Lin Huaibu who personally killed Zhang Xiaolin, and the protagonist of this banquet, Chen Yang.

Lin Xueyi took another big gulp of wine, and stammered, "Brother Song, you're joking. You're a famous figure in Shanghai. When you became famous, I was still a foreman at the docks."

"It is an honor for me to drink with Brother Song today."

Song Zushan quickly waved his hand and said, "Brother Lin, what are you saying? With Boss Chen protecting you, Shanghai will definitely need someone like you in the future."

Lin Xueyi paused for a moment, then looked at Chen Yang, who was sitting calmly in the first seat, and a complicated expression flashed across his face.

Just over six months ago, he was an insignificant hoodlum at the Sixteen Factories Wharf in Shanghai. But in just six months, he has become the big brother in other people's eyes.

And all of this was given to me by Chen Yang.

Lin Xueyi grew up with Chen Yang, so their relationship naturally couldn't compare to the bond between Chen Yang and his older sister, Lin Jing.

But when Chen Yang returned from Japan this time, Lin Xueyi clearly felt that he was like a different person.

Their methods, scheming, and cunning are all terrifying.

Even though he appears harmless now, Lin Xueyi harbors a deep-seated fear of him.

"Mr. Song, Second Brother, you two don't need to be so modest." Chen Yang raised his glass and said, "We've had a very pleasant time working together."

"Second brother, please pay more attention to the dock affairs from now on."

"Mr. Song, will there be no problems with Mr. Zhang's territory in the future?"

Song Zushan stood up and said, "Please rest assured, Mr. Chen, I have already taken care of all the territories that needed to be taken care of, and all the territories that needed to be cleared out have been cleared out."

"Now that Brother Liao is watching over us in the east and Brother Lin is watching over us in the west, the three of us working together will ensure that no one dares to rebel."

Chen Yang nodded slightly. Liao Ruyuan and Lin Huaibu were both from the Sixteen Factories Wharf. Before deciding to take action against Zhang Xiaolin, Chen Yang had been investigating them for several months.

The role of these two people is to restrain Song Zushan.

Chen Yang knew very well that if he could bribe Song Zushan today, one day in the future, someone else could bribe him at an even higher price.

Therefore, Song Zushan's territory cannot be too large; it must remain within his control.

In that case, even if Song Zushan really wanted to turn against them one day, Chen Yang could easily deal with him.

"Mr. Song, I have something I'd like to ask you." Chen Yang raised his glass and clinked it against Song Zushan's.

Song Zushan repeatedly said, "I dare not: Mr. Chen, please just give me your instructions."

Chen Yang said slowly, "I want to open a clubhouse. Mr. Song is an expert in this field. I wonder if he has anyone he can help with?"

"A guild hall?" Song Zushan frowned. It was just a brothel, yet he was being so subtle about it.

"That's simple. The two best people in Shanghai doing this are Fu Qinghua from 'Night Shanghai',"

"The other one is our big sister Xiao Aqiao from the Great World."

"Fu Qinghua was trained by Sister Guisheng."

"As for our little Aqiao, don't worry, she's definitely not inferior to her in terms of ability. The title of eldest sister is still quite useful in Shanghai."

"Little A Qiao?" For some reason, the image of the movie star Zhang Li from later generations inexplicably appeared in Chen Yang's mind.

There's a Little Ah Qiao here too? Damn, is this some kind of random appearance by the Thirteen Taibao? Maybe even the Ninth Prince from the North and Little Du from the South will show up?

Song Zushan hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "However, Boss Chen has to invite this person herself; she won't give me any face."

(End of this chapter)