Fanatic!

Chapter 115 I'm here to talk business with your boss

"This is some information about local gangs that I had prepared." Shark Nine tossed a few sheets of paper to Chen Wujun.

Chen Wujun took a look and saw that it showed the approximate activity areas of several gangs and some confirmed assets.

The Beihe gang is the largest gang in the area, mainly active in areas such as Tong Khi Street and Lai Sun Avenue in District 1, which is the city center of West Tit and also near the Penang Market.

The Xionglong Gang is a mixed-race group of Huayan and Luoyue people. Both Huayan and Luoyue people reject them. They are not numerous, but they are ruthless. Their main area of ​​operation is the Di'an District.

Thirty years ago, the Pingchuan Gang was the largest gang in the area, but now its influence has shrunk by more than half. Its main area of ​​operation is the fourth district of the county, where it controls the port loading and unloading, smuggling, and a large area in the vicinity of the riverbank.

West Beach has two ports, one of which is a seaport, located 40 kilometers from the city center.

The other is a river port.

Because entering a river port would easily lead to inspection, they disembarked at a sea port.

Nan Jin is a personal name who has risen to prominence in the last ten years or so. His main area of ​​activity is Xinping, which has a large number of slums, cheap rental houses and small workshops.

"I understand." Chen Wujun put the document away.

“Cunbao will be with you, so you’re in charge. I’ve arranged a few cars for you, but you can’t completely trust the drivers,” Shark Nine added.

"Don't worry."

A little later, Cunbao and his men were also brought over.

……

At 10 p.m., in District 4, the riverside port is not as busy as during the day, but the streets around the port are at their most bustling.

Nguyen Hue Boulevard is a bustling commercial street near the river port, filled with motorcycles and cars. On both sides are busy food stalls and women dressed in ao dai or revealing clothing soliciting customers.

There are also various bars, KTVs, dance halls, and billiard halls flashing neon lights, and some bar signs use neon lights to outline the silhouette of a woman.

Large numbers of sailors, workers, and locals come here to have fun.

Unlike Tongqi Street in District 1, the entertainment here is more blatant and more affordable.

Several cars stopped at the intersection. Chen Wujun opened the car door, and Curry, Fat Boy, and Li Wei got out of the car.

The streets are filled with the currently trending song "Loving You More Every Day" and the aroma of various foods.

"What is this?" Chen Wujun walked to the food stall next to him, looked at the fried noodles on it, and frowned.

"It's stir-fried vermicelli with blood clams, boss, it's delicious."

"Damn, it smells fishy. Is this even edible?" Chen Wujun grinned and strolled over to the stall next to him.

"Give me a serving of fried spring rolls!"

Then ask how many people are in Curry.

"Do you want it?"

"I want one too!" Curry said immediately.

"Me too!" Fa-zai and Li Wei said without hesitation.

"I want them both, Curry will pay!"

A moment later, Chen Wujun, holding a bag of fried spring rolls, walked along both sides of the road, glancing at the plaques above his head.

The Curry group behind them were the same, looking no different from ordinary tourists.

However, Chen Wujun's height has recently reached 1.77 meters, and all three members of Curry are over 1.8 meters tall.

The group was significantly taller than the slender local Luo Yue people, and their muscles looked as if they could burst out of their clothes.

"Boss, what are you doing here? What are you doing here?" Two scantily clad, pretty women came up to ask for curry.

Chen Wujun immediately became dissatisfied and slapped Curry on the back of the head.

"Curry, don't always walk in front of me. Anyone who didn't know better would think you're my boss!"

At the entrance of an alley next to a bar, two thin but fierce-looking men from the Luoyue region, dressed in dark short-sleeved shirts, were squatting there smoking. While smoking, they casually talked about how someone had hired a knife-wielding thug to attack people in the past two days, only to run into a brick wall.

After all, so many people died, and such a big thing has spread far and wide.

And these people are the most well-informed.

Then everything went black, and a tall man stood in front of them.

The two looked up, stood up, and said, "Boss, looking for some fun?"

Chen Wujun threw the paper bag containing spring rolls to Curry, grabbed their faces with both hands like fans, and dragged them into the alley.

As the two struggled, they pulled out folding knives from their waists. Before they could even open the knives, Chen Wujun slammed them against the wall, leaving them dazed and disoriented.

"Shut their mouths!"

Chen Wujun stepped on a person's palm, crushing it. The person immediately let out a terrible scream, but it was mostly muffled.

Chen Wujun then smiled and stepped on another person's ankle.

The other person's eyes were filled with fear, and they kept shaking their head and pleading, but the next second it turned into screams of agony.

"I ask, you answer."

The two nodded quickly, their eyes filled with fear.

Without saying a word, the man first broke their hands and feet. This method was so ruthless that they couldn't help but be terrified.

"Are you from the Pingchuan Gang?" Chen Wujun asked, bowing his head.

“No, we are not…” Both of them had grief and indignation in their eyes.

They had just thought they had offended someone, but the other party came up and broke their arms and legs. It turned out that the person in question was from the Pingchuan Gang.

"If you're not from the Pingchuan Gang, why do you look so fierce?" Chen Wujun kicked one of the men in the stomach, clearly annoyed, and then continued to ask:
Do you know where Nguyen Phuc Hung, Tran Kim Dung, and Tran Trong Hong are?

Besides Nguyen Minh Kim, the most important members of the Binh Xuyen gang were Nguyen Phuc Hung, Tran Kim Dung, and Tran Trong Hong.

Chen Wujun planned to go and find them one by one.

"We don't know... Boss, we really don't know. The Pingchuan Gang must know. They're at Pearl Karaoke, that's their place..." the two pleaded desperately.

Curry looked at Chen Wujun, his eyes asking how to deal with the two of them.

"You handle it as you see fit." Chen Wujun turned and walked out, knowing where he was made things easier.

Curry thought for a moment, then kicked each of them in the head. It didn't matter whether they lived or died; death was fine, living was fine too, as long as they didn't wake up for a while.

After spending some time, Chen Wujun found Pearl Karaoke, one of the largest karaoke bars in the area.

The karaoke manager's eyes narrowed when he saw the people who entered.

As a manager, he had a good eye; this physique usually belonged to a new martial arts practitioner.

Especially considering the man's imposing build, steady gait, and unrestrained, arrogant demeanor, it was immediately clear that he was no ordinary person.

While signaling the others to be careful and be ready to notify the person behind them at any time, the manager quickly stepped forward with a smile: "Welcome, gentlemen!"

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand, as big as a fan, grabbed his head and almost lifted him up.

The manager was in pain and kept trying to pry open the fingers on top of his head, but Chen Wujun's hands were like iron clamps.

The next second, the manager felt a sudden weight lift from his head and fell to the ground.

Chen Wujun looked down at him and grinned:
"Go find your boss, I'll talk to him about business!"

At this moment, the receptionist was hiding behind the bar making a phone call, and Chen Wujun ignored her and let her make the call.

"Hua Yan, do you know whose territory this is?" the manager asked, mustering his courage.

"It doesn't matter who it belonged to before, what matters is who it will belong to in the future!" Chen Wujun said with a smile.

The manager looked on incredulously; he thought the people in front of him were incredibly audacious.

Even if they are new martial arts practitioners, how dare they come to seize territory with just four people? Do they think they are the only new martial arts practitioners?

"You can still leave now," the manager said, taking a deep breath.

Hearing hurried footsteps coming from the corridor around the corner, Chen Wujun kicked the manager, sending him sliding across the ground.

In the corridor, seven or eight muscular Yue men walked aggressively toward them, wanting to see who was causing trouble, and then the manager slid up to them.

"Damn it!" The man in the lead quickly turned grim. He took a few steps around the corner and saw four tall, burly men standing in the hall.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw their size and the oppressive aura emanating from them.

However, he couldn't show weakness at this moment, so he asked with a fierce expression, "Who are you people?"

Chen Wujun tilted his head, and Li Wei immediately leaped over like a giant ape, striking the opponent's face with a powerful, swift blow, like a whip with a hammer attached to the front, leaving the opponent dizzy and disoriented.

Upon seeing this, the other Luo Yue people immediately drew their knives from behind their backs.

But before they could draw their knives, Li Wei slipped into the crowd and began whipping them repeatedly with both hands.

His arms were as hard as iron; even when he struck with his bare hands, they made a cracking sound, and hitting a person felt like being whipped with an iron whip.

By the time he walked through the crowd, the ground was already littered with people.

"Have someone come and keep watch over the main hall," Chen Wujun instructed.

"Find a room and drag these people in!"

Then, as I walked behind the bar, the receptionist screamed, shrank into a corner, trembling, with tears in her eyes.

Chen Wujun glanced at the female receptionist, then looked down, opened a drawer, rummaged through it, and found a pack of cigarettes.

These kinds of places usually have bars where cigarettes are sold secretly.

He tore open the packaging, took out a cigarette, lit it, and then looked down at the counter: "Is there anyone else upstairs?"

The receptionist looked at him with a horrified expression.

Chen Wujun's expression immediately turned hostile, and he squatted down in front of her: "Born unable to speak?"

"You were talking pretty fast on the phone just now!"

"If you don't want to talk, then don't talk at all."

"There's someone... there's someone upstairs..." the receptionist said, trembling.

Chen Wujun then got up and went upstairs.

Upon reaching the upper floor, they saw two tall men standing in the corridor, clearly practitioners of the new martial arts style.

"What are you doing?" The two men immediately became alert upon seeing Chen Wujun's size.

Chen Wujun stomped his feet and instantly covered a distance of five or six meters, whipping his large hand out with a gust of wind.

One of them immediately raised his foot to kick, but as soon as he did, Chen Wujun stomped his foot down and then slapped him on the head, sending him crashing against the wall and sliding down it.

Another martial artist was so shocked by Chen Wujun's movements that he broke out in a cold sweat. The opponent's movements were too fast, and his attacks were as swift as lightning.

In an instant, he knew that the two of them were no match for each other.

While shouting:
"There are enemies!"

He quickly retreated backward.

However, Chen Wujun was faster, taking a step and arriving in front of him, his right hand lashing down like a whip.

The new martial artist hurriedly raised his hands to block, but as soon as he made contact, he felt a sharp pain in his arms and could not block it at all. Then he was struck on the head by a whip and fell to the ground.

Chen Wujun turned around and walked to the door where the two were standing. The moment he pushed the door open, he felt a strong gust of wind rushing towards him.

A large hand, like a tiger's claw, reached out to grab his face.

Looks like we've found the real deal!

Seeing the imposing presence of the tiger claw, Chen Wujun knew he had come to the right place.

Chen Wujun immediately took a step back, but the tiger's claw followed closely, still heading straight for Chen Wujun's face.

However, Chen Wujun's body suddenly swelled up, and he clasped his hands together and bowed forward, performing the three bows of a master.

This arch was like a cannon shot, fierce and powerful. The people in the room felt a gust of wind hitting their faces, making it hard to breathe, and they were immediately startled.

The person in the room placed both hands on Chen Wujun's fists, intending to break the tendons and bones on the back of Chen Wujun's hands. However, the moment they made contact, their hands went numb from the shock. Chen Wujun's hands, on the other hand, drew an arc in front of him and blasted out faster and more fiercely.

The other person was so frightened that their courage left their body, but they didn't have time to dodge and could only barely put their hands in front of them.

boom!
He was sent flying backwards and crashed into the wall.

(End of this chapter)