Fanatic!

Chapter 133 Getting burned
"Is Ah Jun a high-ranking figure in Hetu? Is he very powerful?" Chen Wuhong asked excitedly as he walked, following his two henchmen.

"Brother Jun is definitely impressive! At Master Xin's funeral, Brother Jun is fifth on the funeral committee list, second only to a few hall masters. That means that below the hall masters, Brother Jun is the most impressive." The henchman said with a hint of pride.

After all, the higher Chen Wujun's status and the more prestigious he is, the more his henchmen will rise in rank.

What's the most important thing when you're out in the world?
What a great mentor!

The boss is incompetent, constantly getting humiliated, and his underlings are also losing face.

The boss is powerful, but his underlings are the ones who are powerful.

For people like them, the three most important things are money, status, and prestige.

Chen Wuhong listened with great interest, constantly asking questions along the way. But when they arrived at the gambling den, Chen Wuhong's expression immediately changed. He grabbed two of his henchmen, and his heart began to tremble with fear.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Brother Jun is waiting for you inside." The henchman turned to look at him with some confusion.

"Why would Ah Jun be waiting for me at the gambling den?" Chen Wuhong increasingly felt that these two henchmen were setting a trap for him, and that it must have been ordered by the second brother.

“This gambling den belongs to Brother Jun,” the henchman explained.

"The gambling den belongs to Ah Jun?" Chen Wuhong was utterly shocked. The second son runs a gambling den?

"Not just this one, there are several more. Brother Hong, Brother Jun is waiting inside."

"You're really not lying to me?" Chen Wuhong was initially annoyed. His second brother forbade him to gamble, but he ended up opening several gambling dens. Then he became skeptical.

"I'm not kidding you, you'll see when you go in."

"Let me make this clear first, I didn't go in to gamble. You guys said Ah Jun was waiting for me inside," Chen Wuhong said loudly.

Only then did he enter the gambling den with some skepticism.

The familiar smoky atmosphere, the familiar noise, the clatter of dominoes—all of this quickly stirred his heart. He looked around as he followed the henchman into the back room.

At this moment in the room, Chen Wujun said to the two tall and strong young men in front of him, "Ou Jintang, Wang Sen, you two will work for A Fei for now. I don't care about seniority, I only care about ability."

"Brother Afei." The two quickly greeted Afei.

After Chen Wujun announced his recruitment drive, he managed to recruit several people within a few days.

There are ordinary henchmen, as well as new martial arts practitioners recruited from martial arts schools.

However, after recruiting several members of the Mantis gang last time, and now recruiting two members of the Ou Jintang gang, the martial arts school doesn't have many people left to poach.

After all, the number of students at a martial arts school is limited each year, and other people are also eyeing the school to poach talent. Those who have shown talent and strength have already been poached.

"Brother Jun, Brother Hong is here."

"You guys go out first."

Chen Wuhong was then led into the room, where he saw Chen Wujun sitting imposingly on the sofa. Chen Wuhong pointed at Chen Wujun, his face filled with shock: "Ah Jun, you actually run a gambling den..."

This matter shocked him even more than the fact that Chen Wujun was a big shot in HeTu.

However, Chen Wujun sat there with an imposing and frightening aura, completely different from when he was at home, and Chen Wuhong's voice became softer and softer.

“It’s the company’s business, and I run a gambling den, so I make money. You’re losing money at the gambling den.” Chen Wujun didn’t even lift his eyelids, picked up the soda bottle and took two sips.

“I’ll go back and say hello to all the gambling dens in Hetu’s territory… If you dare to gamble there, someone will tell me. You know what will happen.”

"As for Li Dong's gambling den... I have quite a few enemies in Li Dong. If you're not afraid of death, go ahead and get hacked to death. It'll save me the trouble of throwing you off the building. After all, I don't want to be branded as someone who killed my own brother."

"I swear, I definitely won't gamble. I'm just surprised you'd actually run a gambling den," Chen Wuhong said sheepishly, then asked:

What are you assigning me to do?

Chen Wujun got up and walked out, and Chen Wuhong quickly followed behind.

After leaving the gambling den, Fat, along with Mantis, Ah Yong, and seven or eight henchmen, immediately followed Chen Wujun.

Chen Wuhong followed closely beside Chen Wujun. Seeing his henchmen behind him, he immediately felt more imposing and straightened his back considerably.

The group arrived at the machine room on Longgang Road, where there was a cacophony of human voices and electronic sounds.

Even on a weekday, it's packed with people inside.

"Brother Jun!" Two henchmen rushed out to greet him.

“You guys teach him, and he’ll work here with you from now on.” Chen Wujun glanced at Chen Wuhong.

"Understood, Brother Jun." The two henchmen were also a little curious, wondering who Chen Wuhong was.

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that Chen Wuhong bore a resemblance to Chen Wujun in appearance, but their temperaments were quite different.

I immediately had a guess in my mind.

“Keep an eye on him. If he causes any trouble, tell me! If he gets into trouble and you don’t tell me, I won’t let you off the hook,” Chen Wujun added.

"Don't worry, Brother Jun, we'll definitely keep an eye on this guy..." The two henchmen immediately straightened up.

Chen Wujun has killed Wei, Gao Fei and Li Zhijun in succession, and now he is a fearsome figure in the city.

The henchmen naturally dared not be careless.

“This is my server room. You’ll be working here from now on. If you do well, I’ll let you do something else,” Chen Wujun said, turning to Chen Wuhong.

He didn't really care about this older brother, as long as he didn't gamble.

But let's give him some hope.

After giving his instructions, Chen Wujun was about to leave with his men when his phone rang.

"Sister Shark Nine!" Chen Wujun called as he walked.

"The prices for the diamonds and jewelry you're selling are out. The diamonds are worth about 4.6 million, with 80% being 368 million. The gemstone jewelry is worth about 6.2 million, with 50% being 3.1 million."

"I'm fine with it, let's go with this price," Chen Wujun said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun was in a great mood.

This batch of diamonds and gemstone jewelry sold for... 678 million! His math skills are excellent!

The gifts from my two senior brothers were truly generous.

They give you money and let you take the blame—that's what real brothers are like.

During his trip to Xidi, he received 1750 million from Nguyen Minh Kim and distributed 140 million to his subordinates.

In addition, some cash was found in Nguyen Phuc Hung's bar, and together with the cash in Nguyen Minh Kim's villa, the total came to over one million. Adding this to the 678 million, he made a total of 2500 million on this trip.

It was indeed a windfall.

He spent 1500 million to buy property for his family and still had 1000 million left.

In addition, I still have land deeds and some share agreements that I found in bars and villas that I haven't had time to deal with, which I estimate are worth more than two or three million.

Adding his previous savings, he should have around 1500 million.

He was planning to buy a few units in the Walled City, combine them together, just like Shark Nine, with one side of the windows facing out of the Walled City, and then renovate them properly.

Luxury homes and cars are all about appearances. Otherwise, if people come over and see that you live in a shabby apartment, how can they believe in your wealth?

A place to live is not just about improving one's living environment, but also about one's reputation.

Invest the remaining money in some business.

……

"Shaking like this, did your mother die?" Fire Dragon said mockingly, looking at the two henchmen who had been brought in front of him, trembling all over.

"Brother Fire Dragon, your car has been burned." A bespectacled henchman in a suit bent down and whispered to Fire Dragon.

The smile on Huo Long's face vanished, veins throbbing on his forehead, as he sized up the two henchmen.

"Brother Fire Dragon, those guys rushed over, poured gasoline on us, set us on fire, and ran away. They even said it was a warning, but we didn't have time..." the two henchmen said tremblingly.

"Damn it, you can't even watch a car properly, what use are you guys?" Fire Dragon cursed, getting up and kicking his two henchmen to the ground.

"Kill them alive! Damn it! These guys are mad dogs!" Fire Dragon was so angry his scalp tingled, and he paced back and forth in the room.

He hired someone to kill Chen Wujun, but the leader of the assassination team was killed and then claimed that his intelligence was wrong, demanding money as compensation.

I called him several times to threaten him, but he ignored me.

Last time he wrecked his own place, and this time he burned his own car.

What will they do next? Are they going to kill me?
“Brother Fire Dragon, those guys are like leeches…once they’re on, you can’t get rid of them,” said the henchman next to him.

"Nonsense, I don't know? Do you have any ideas?" Fire Dragon said irritably, his face ashen.

"How about... we let Lao Ding step in?" the henchman asked cautiously.

If Li Donglong Ma Dong were to intervene, even those Luo Yue people who were willing to kill or live would not dare to act recklessly.

"Get the boss to step in? Don't I have any dignity?" Fire Dragon was even more furious.

He hired someone to kill the other party but failed, and ended up getting entangled himself. In the end, his boss had to step in to resolve the situation. Where would he put his face?

The fire dragon pondered the matter, growing angrier with each thought.

"Call and ask where Wenlong is!" Huolong said through gritted teeth.

Of the initial one million, Wenlong and himself each contributed 50.

Later, they gave him another two million, which was split equally between Wenlong and himself.

Now that life and death were intertwined with him, he thought it over and decided to go to Wenlong for help.

Two hours later.

Fire Dragon walked into a bar on the edge of the walled city. At this time, only a few lights were on at the bar counter, and the chairs inside the bar were stacked on the tables.

Wenlong was sitting on the sofa, playing cards out of boredom.

"Wenlong, those mad dogs are now clinging to me. You were the one who came up with the idea, so what are we going to do now?" Huolong sat down directly opposite Wenlong.

"What did they say?" Wenlong's eyes held a hint of contempt, which vanished in an instant, not letting Huolong see it.

He thought that Huolong had gone crazy from drinking, taking drugs, and chasing women every day.

However, it is precisely because of this that the fire dragon is easier to utilize.

In particular, the two also share a common enemy.

"Damn it, we added 200 million last time, and then they said the information we provided was wrong, suspected that we set a trap to kill Nguyen Van Son, and demanded 1000 million in compensation! Do they think we're suckers?!"

"They're treating you like a sucker! After all, you're the one who's always the one making the moves!" Wenlong reminded him.

"Wenlong, you were the one who came up with this idea in the first place, and now you want to distance yourself from it?" Huolong glared angrily.

"I'm just reminding you. We are the Five Dragon Generals, how could I sit idly by?" Wenlong laughed.

"Damn it, get me a bottle of liquor." Fire Dragon cursed to the side, then poured himself a glass of whiskey, downed it in one gulp, and said, "What do you suggest we do about this?"

"Those who kill us have really gone too far. We definitely can't give them all the money, or we'll become a laughing stock." Wenlong had been thinking about this earlier, and now he has some ideas.

“That kid Chen Wujun is definitely no match for Ruan Wenshan. Ruan Wenshan is dead, and someone else must have gotten involved.”

"Everyone knows that he and Shark Nine are from the same sect, so it must have been Shark Nine who made the move."

"I don't believe they can't figure it out. If they want to find someone, they should go find Shark Nine. Even the Hall Master died at Shark Nine's hands and they didn't dare to retaliate. If word gets out, it'll be a joke to talk about killing him." Wenlong planned to shift the blame.

“However, we can also show our support by giving them some extra money…so they can kill Chen Wujun,” Wenlong continued.

"Why should we pay more?" Fire Dragon got furious when he heard about the extra money and crushed the cup in his hand to pieces.

"Because they've got their hands on you. Paying them more to cause trouble for that kid and Shark Nine is better than them causing trouble for you," Wenlong explained.

Chen Wujun is no longer important.

The important thing is that killing those bastards was immoral, and they brought trouble upon themselves.

They now have only two choices: either pay the money to kill or stand their ground and fight to the death.

If hiring someone to kill turns out to lead to war, then aren't they both a joke?

Therefore, Wenlong chose the third option: to find an excuse to give Sheng Sha a sum of money and let them continue to cause trouble for that kid and Sha Jiu, letting them fight like dogs.

Moreover, paying more money and giving compensation are two different things, and it's not so shameful to talk about it.

As long as they can make Sheng Sha and Sha Jiu fight like dogs, they won't lose too much.

Wenlong explained the situation to Huolong, who gritted his teeth for a long time before finally saying, "Fine, I'll listen to you this time. I'll go and arrange a meeting with the people from Sheng Sha, and then you'll come with me to talk to them!"

"If they really don't know what's good for them and treat me like a fool, then we can just part ways and go to war!"

(End of this chapter)