Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 196, 195. Say the harshest words, and you'll get the worst beating!
Yu Shuntian never wanted to be a hoodlum. Like Zhan Mi, he joined the gang for self-protection. His uncle was the leader of the Zhengxing gang, so he also joined the Zhengxing gang and became its White Paper Fan.

However, later, the Zhengxing triad was absorbed by the Wo Luen Shing triad, and his uncle went abroad to do business, so he had the idea of ​​leaving the triad.

After Yu Shuntian joined Wo Luen Shing, he was also a novice and managed the nightclub's accounts for Dizang. However, deep down, he still looked down on the brute Dizang and felt that he should stand higher, which led to increasing conflicts between him and Dizang.

Now the big boss wants him to go to Giant Fund, which is the largest fund company in Hong Kong, controlling assets worth tens of billions.

“Thank you, boss!”

Yu Shuntian was very excited. The shadow of being slapped by the big boss earlier was swept away, and a smile appeared on his face.

Yang Jun nodded and walked out of Sham Shui Po with Da Dong and the others, getting into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.

"When your subordinate Jizo's loyalty reaches 90, you will meet the reward criteria. The reward is fluency in more than ten languages, including Japanese, English, and Spanish."

Wow! This reward is quite special, is it a foreign language skill?
Yang Jun had been desperately trying to learn foreign languages ​​from the pretty girl, but he only learned the basics and could only repeat a few phrases over and over again.

To be honest, languages ​​are very difficult to learn unless you grow up in an environment where your native language is spoken.

Yang Jun previously spoke Cantonese, Teochew, and Mandarin, and could understand a little English, but he couldn't communicate at all.

From now on, Yang Jun won't need to bring a translator when he goes abroad to do business. If he meets a beautiful foreign woman, he can confidently pursue her without any communication barriers.

"Let's go to the Peninsula Hotel!"

Yang Jun planned to try his luck with Nanako. This Japanese girl was still staying at a hotel, and she paid for her own room.

Nanako is already quite wealthy, with hundreds of thousands of US dollars on her, and she booked a five-star hotel for a month.

When Yang Jun arrived at the Peninsula Hotel, as soon as he entered his room, Nanako excitedly greeted him.

"Yang Junjun, it's a pleasure to meet you~"

Nanako brought over a pair of men's slippers and handed them to Yang Jun's feet.

"Nanako, how have you been these past few days?"

Yang Jun asked in Japanese, which stunned Nanako. She looked at Yang Jun with surprise.

"Yang Junjun, why do you know Japanese?"

Nanako was shocked! Yang Jun not only speaks Japanese, but also has a strong Kanto accent, which doesn't seem like that of a beginner.

Yang Jun shrugged and said in Japanese with a smile:
"I learned so quickly thanks to Nanako; she's a great teacher!"

Nanako blushed. She hadn't taught Yang Jun these words. Was Yang Jun some kind of language genius?

"Yang Junjun, you've worked hard. I'll go prepare your bath water and get you some clean clothes."

Nanako busied herself helping Yang Jun undress and even ran to the bathroom to prepare a bath.

Yang Jun was perfectly content with living the life of a pampered old man, having everything handed to him. I have to say, this Japanese girl is really useful!
Not only is she beautiful and gentle, but she also provides emotional support without complaint.

Half an hour later, Yang Jun came out wearing a bathrobe, carried Nanako to the bed.

"Nanako-sensei, I'm going to start learning Japanese."

Nanako gave Yang Jun a reproachful look and joked:

"Yang Junjun's Japanese is better than mine, and it's a pure Kanto accent, so I don't need to learn it!"

Yang Jun shook his head and said seriously:

"No! Learning is a lifelong pursuit; I absolutely must learn this foreign language!"

On the other side, the Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong.

During the day, this place is bustling with people, but at night, only couples come here to enjoy the scenery and talk about love!

A speedboat sped across the sea, and a young man with white hair, holding an AK47, swayed as he disembarked from the speedboat.

"Brother Dizang, Duan Kun has an AK47. How should we take him down?"

The young man was speechless. Looking at the Black Star pistol in his hand and then at the other person's equipment, his heart sank.

Ksitigarbha was also a little guilty. Looking at his five loyal henchmen behind him, and then at the white-haired Duan Kun approaching, he gritted his teeth and said:
"I'm going all out! Watch my hand gestures later!"

When Dizang saw Duan Kun walking with his head swaying, he judged that the kid must be really high.

People like this usually become sluggish when they get too high!

Dizang emerged from his hiding place and walked alone toward Duan Kun, a move that terrified Dizang's underlings.

Holy crap! Ksitigarbha has gone mad, going to capture Duan Kun all by himself!
Ma Wangding, one of Dizang's underlings, gestured for the others to remain calm, made a shushing gesture, and looked at Dizang in the distance.

Since Dizang was alone, Duan Kun and the others didn't take it seriously. Duan Kun even used an AK47 to scare Dizang.

"Hey! Aren't you afraid of getting robbed if you're out alone? Do you know what this is?"

"An AK47 assault rifle, have you ever seen one?"

Duan Kun chuckled and nervously made a sweeping motion, startling Dizang, who turned pale.

Dizang was genuinely terrified. He was only 2.3 meters away from Duan Kun. If the other party were to actually fire, he wouldn't even have any cover and would be doomed!
Suppressing his inner fear, Ksitigarbha pretended to be terrified and very scared!

"Brother Kun, quickly put it away, it'll be terrible if the cops see it!"

Duan Kun's men were completely stunned when they saw this scene. This was Tianxing Wharf, where police officers frequently patrolled.

"Hehe~ Just kidding!"

Duan Kun put the AK47 assault rifle in his backpack. The moment Duan Kun lowered his head, Dizang pounced on him, grabbed Duan Kun by the neck, and pulled out a pistol from his pocket, pointing it at Duan Kun's head.

"Don't move! Put down your guns, everyone."

Ksitigarbha grabbed Duan Kun by the neck with one hand and pressed the Black Star pistol against Duan Kun's head with the other.

Duan Kun's henchmen around him were all dumbfounded. What was going on?
"Let go of Brother Kun, you bastard!"

Duan Kun and his seven or eight henchmen pulled out their pistols and aimed them at Dizang, leading to a tense standoff.

Upon seeing that Dizang had taken control of Duan Kun, Ma Wangding roared:

"Quickly, support Ksitigarbha!"

Ma Wangding and his four henchmen rushed out of their cover, aiming their pistols at the enemy. Dizang, holding Duan Kun hostage, walked towards his henchmen.

"Who the hell are you? I'm Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui!"

White-haired Duan Kun arrogantly announced his name, remaining defiant even with a gun pointed at his head.

Those with white hair are indeed very arrogant, and they are arrogant and domineering regardless of the occasion.

Upon hearing that it was Duan Kun, Dizang immediately remembered how this kid had caused him to be misunderstood and almost buried alive by the gang.

"Tsim Sha Tsui!"

Dizang struck Duan Kun's head hard with the butt of his gun, causing Duan Kun to grit his teeth in pain.

"Duan Kun?"

Ksitigarbha slammed down again, causing Duan Kun to crouch down in pain, only to be lifted up by Ksitigarbha.

"I am Laozi, the Dizang of the United Victory Sect, and I've come here specifically to deal with you!"

Upon hearing that it was a henchman of Wo Luen Shing, Duan Kun scoffed and tilted his head mockingly, saying:
"You only make a few hundred yuan a month, why are you risking your life?"

"I'll give you a hundred million, let me go! Hehehe~"

Ksitigarbha laughed. "You? You want to give me a hundred million?" "A hundred million? That's so little?"

Ksitigarbha kicked Duan Kun in the groin, causing Duan Kun to writhe on the ground in pain, but Ksitigarbha picked him up again.

If Duan Kun had offered Dizang 100 million a few days ago, Dizang might have fallen for it!

But Dizang is now a loyal follower with a loyalty level of over 90, so of course he won't be tempted by 100 million. Duan Kun is really unlucky.

"Put down your gun! Or I'll shoot him dead!"

Duan Kun's henchmen could only exchange a glance, and with perfect understanding, they put down their weapons, then watched as Dizang kidnapped Duan Kun and drove away.

Damn it! Hearing the police sirens in the distance, Duan Kun's henchmen had no choice but to drop their weapons and flee.

Inside the van, Dizang handcuffed Duan Kun's hands and even took Duan Kun's AK47, kicking it directly into his own hand.

Dizang was very excited. As long as he captured Duan Kun, he could make amends and regain Mr. Yang's favor.

"Mr. Yang, Duan Kun has been apprehended!"

Upon hearing that Duan Kun had been caught, Yang Jun smiled and said:

"Bring him to me."

Yang Jun had no interest in the white-haired Duan Kun; he only wanted to see if the white-haired man had someone behind him.

"Yes, boss!"

Duan Kun was taken to the Saigon seaside by Dizang. As soon as the car stopped, Duan Kun was dragged out of the car by two henchmen.

Duan Kun had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't seem to care, tilting his head as he surveyed his surroundings.

There were thirty or forty bodyguards in suits and ties around him, all staring at Duan Kun, who looked excited.

"Damn it! What's going on? Wearing suits and ties to look cool? Your style is so outdated!"

Duan Kun touched his hair and chuckled:

"See? This is what I call stylish and cool! Take note!"

Duan Kun saw a young man standing in the middle of the crowd. He was a little bit more handsome than himself and looked very familiar. Wasn't this the richest Chinese man in the newspaper?
Duan Kun's eyes lit up, and he walked up to Yang Jun with a smile:

"Dude, I know you, you're the richest Chinese person!"

"They've certainly got some influence. Why did they invite me here? Are they looking to collaborate with me?"

Duan Kun tilted his head, spread his arms, and grinned:

"Brother, let's work together. With my wisdom and your financial resources!"

"What Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui? I want to be the Duan Kun of Hong Kong!"

"Hey, no! The whole world is ours, okay? Hahaha~"

Duan Kun was acting crazy. As soon as he saw Yang Jun, he started rambling on and on!

Yang Jun stood on the rocks by the sea, a cigar dangling from his lips, watching Duan Kun's performance!
This kid is really something else. He truly lives up to his reputation as a Hong Kong white-haired man, no less so than the Taiwanese white-haired man.

"Make him come to his senses!"

Four men in suits, each wielding a baseball bat, grinned and surrounded Duan Kun, striking him with a bat.

"Hey! What are you doing? Don't do anything rash!"

"Ahhh~"

Four men in suits, each wielding a baseball bat, took turns striking Duan Kun, whose screams echoed across the beach.

He utters the harshest words and receives the most brutal beatings! This is Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui.
Duan Kun rolled on the ground, finally stopping his shouting. He had been beaten badly enough, his body covered in bruises, which had driven away his drug addiction.

"Stop hitting me! Ask me anything, just stop hitting me~"

Duan Kun lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face, looking pitiful. He had already become obedient!

Yang Jun's physical detoxification was quite effective, waking Duan Kun up and making him realize his situation.

Duan Kun then realized that the richest Chinese man was not the kind and approachable figure on television, but a ruthless and decisive triad boss.

"Tell me, who instructed you to sell goods in the Lan Kwai Fong bar in Central?"

Ksitigarbha walked up, picked up Duan Kun, and threatened him fiercely.

Instructed? Duan Kun was dumbfounded. No one instructed him.

"No, it's about selling goods, making money! Can't we sell goods in Lan Kwai Fong in Central?"

Of course, Dizang didn't believe Duan Kun's words. He kicked Duan Kun into the sea on the beach. Before Duan Kun could get up, Dizang stepped on Duan Kun's neck and pressed his head firmly underwater.

"Woooooo~"

Duan Kun struggled desperately, but the legs on his back pressed down on him like a heavy burden, making it impossible for him to get up.

He tried his best to turn his face red, as if his lungs were about to explode, but the thighs on his back showed no sign of moving away.

The agonizing feeling of suffocation caused Duan Kun immense pain. He desperately tried to keep his head above water, but to no avail.

Two minutes later, as Duan Kun's resistance lessened, Dizang finally moved aside and pulled Duan Kun up.

Duan Kun finally came back to life, greedily inhaling the fresh air. He had never realized how precious oxygen was.

“I give up, stop torturing me. It was Zhang Ziwei who told me to rob the Four-Faced Buddha’s goods and then sell them in the market.”

"I had no idea Lan Kwai Fong was your territory, I was wrong!"

Duan Kun regretted it! If he had known that the bars in Lan Kwai Fong had such a powerful backer, he wouldn't have sold his goods there.

It's too late to regret it now. Duan Kun is already like a fish on a chopping board, completely at everyone's mercy!
Dizang looked at Yang Jun. He had heard of the Eight-Faced Buddha, a major drug lord in the Dai Kingdom who also had a private army!
"Boss, this..."

Upon hearing Zhang Ziwei's name, Yang Jun knew that he was an undercover police officer who, although temporarily corrupted, would eventually seek revenge against the Eight-Faced Buddha.

Duan Kun attacked the goods of the Eight-Faced Buddha and killed the Eight-Faced Buddha's son, who was Zhang Ziwei's attempt to lure the Eight-Faced Buddha to Hong Kong.

"Kill Duan Kun, and sink his body into the sea!"

Yang Jun got the answer: Duan Kun selling goods at the Dizang bar in Central was a complete accident!

There was no one behind it, and Zhang Ziwei's attack on the goods of Bamianfo had nothing to do with him. Yang Jun also didn't intend to meddle in other people's business!
However, this Duan Kun is extremely wicked. Not only did he commit murder and robbery, but he also sold milk powder, which is going too far.

Killing this kind of person would be a blessing for society!

Duan Kun was stunned upon hearing this. He broke free from his two henchmen's grasp and ran desperately towards the shore!
Ksitigarbha raised his gun, aimed it at Duan Kun's back, and pulled the trigger. Bang bang bang.
Three gunshots rang out, each hitting Duan Kun in the back. Duan Kun collapsed onto the beach, struggled a couple of times, and then lay still.

The waves crashed in, carrying Duan Kun's body two meters ashore, staining the seawater red with blood.

However, after only a few dozen seconds, the blood color in the seawater gradually faded and disappeared.

"Clean it up and put the body into the oil drum."

Da Dong walked over and directed two of his underlings to carry the body skillfully ashore. After sealing it in oil drums, they would take a speedboat to the middle of the sea and throw it in.

"Ksitigarbha, get in the car!"

Yang Jun waved to Dizang, who was standing there, and told him to get into his car.

Dizang was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. Mr. Yang had let him into the car, which meant he recognized his abilities.
(End of this chapter)