Fanatic!

Chapter 24 Brothers and Brothers Respect
"So fast!" A few henchmen who had followed him out of the dance hall had originally wanted to see if Chen Wujun needed any help.

As a result, the two of them immediately lay down.

Chen Wujun looked down and patted his pants, only to find that they were torn by a broken wine bottle.

I felt a pang of heartache, and a surge of anger welled up inside me.

"My pants!"

He turned around and kicked Brother Hua in the stomach, sending him flying a meter across the ground.

"Drag these two away and make them pay for my pants, 3000 yuan. If they don't pay, I'll deal with it later!" Chen Wujun was furious, his eyes flashing with malice.

His two pairs of pants are very expensive.

Including the shirt and shoes, it cost him a total of 2000 yuan.
These are the only two outfits he can present.

It hadn't even been washed a few times when that "Brother Hua" slashed it with a bottle.

"Understood, Brother Jun!" Several henchmen familiar with Chen Wujun immediately came over and said.

Originally, they all called him A-Jun, but since Chen Wu-Jun was young and had just joined Shark Nine, the others didn't take him too seriously.

But seeing his ruthless and swift attacks, and the fierce glint in his eyes, coupled with Shark Nine's identity, they immediately felt a sense of respect for him.

Chen Wujun immediately noticed this subtle change.

He thought to himself, 'As expected, you have to be fierce and ruthless to command respect and fear. Before, they all called me Ah Jun, but now they're calling me Brother Jun.'

"Thanks!" Chen Wujun patted the other person on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards his boss, Chen Wuhong.

At this moment, Chen Wuhong was stunned.

I never expected my younger brother to be so ruthless, taking down Brother Hua and Brother Hu in the blink of an eye.

What shocked him even more was the attitude of those henchmen towards Chen Wujun.

It's important to know that all the shady businesses in the Walled City have gang connections, and this strip club is no exception.

Chen Wujun grabbed Chen Wuhong by the collar and walked away.

After walking a few dozen meters, they dragged him into the alley and slammed him against the wall.

"Tell me, what are you doing there? Where did you get the money?"

Once Chen Wuhong regained his senses, he growled, "Are you crazy? Hua Ge and his men are Li Dong's men!"

"If you beat them up, they'll definitely retaliate against you! And they'll retaliate against me too!"

Snapped!
Chen Wujun slapped him again.

"Don't wait for them to retaliate against you, you should first figure out how to get past me!"

"Where did the money come from? And what's going on with them?"

Chen Wuhong knew he couldn't beat Chen Wujun, and after being injured by Chen Wujun last time, he didn't dare to walk for half a month, so he was also afraid of his younger brother.

Seeing Chen Wujun's unfriendly expression, Chen Wuhong felt afraid and whispered:
"I know I'm a disappointment, I'm a burden to my family, but I'm still family, I'm not a criminal!"

Seeing Chen Wujun raise his hand again, Chen Wuhong quickly said, "I won the horse race... I won a sum of money..."

That day, Chen Wuhong tricked his mother out of another 600 yuan. He didn't want to work at all; he just wanted to turn his life around. So he went to bet on horses and actually won over 20,000 yuan by betting on an unexpected result.

Chen Wuhong suddenly felt that his luck had turned around. He bought stocks for a week in a row, with both wins and losses, but this time he didn't lose money.

In the days that followed, he indulged in a life of debauchery, though he dared not tell Chen Wujun this.

"I also want to make some money. My parents will be happy to take some money back home, and it can also help pay off some of the family's debts. I finally managed to get in touch with them and want to partner with them to do some business..."

"Do business?" Chen Wujun sneered, "You want to do business with them? They've even swallowed your bones, and you want to do business with them?"

“This business is guaranteed to make money! There’s a market and a lot of demand, but it’s not easy to get the goods. They have the goods on hand!” Chen Wuhong immediately argued.

"Such good business?" Chen Wujun's mind raced, and his expression grew even colder: "Black ointment, or number four?"

(Black ointment refers to grass)

“The black ointment is legal. There are so many legal stores, why would I sell that? I wouldn’t even get a chance at number four. They have a lot of purple water, so many people are using it. If I get on this bandwagon, I’ll definitely make a fortune!” Chen Wuhong said confidently.

Chen Wujun quickly realized what Zi Shui was after a moment's thought.

A cough syrup that some people add to drinks and alcohol.

This is actually a legitimate medication.

However, selling black ointment is not illegal in the federal government, as long as a license is obtained. On the contrary, cough syrup is subject to very strict regulation.

At this moment, Chen Wujun felt a surge of anger rising from the bottom of his heart. This bastard not only gambles, but also dares to touch this stuff?

Barely suppressing his urge to kill the other person, he pressed, "How much money do you have left?"

“If I take the money now to pay it back, it’ll be gone. I need to use it to make more money so I can earn even more!” As soon as Chen Wujun asked about money, Chen Wuhong immediately forgot his fear and shouted.

Chen Wujun suddenly kicked him in the shin.

He's been practicing boxing these days, and not only his knees, but also his fists, feet, and calves have become extremely hard with the help of the ointment.

At that moment, a kick struck Chen Wuhong, who felt as if his leg was broken, and he lay on the ground screaming in agony.

Chen Wujun walked expressionlessly to the alley entrance, picked up a brick from the ground, turned around and walked to Chen Wuhong's side, then smashed the brick down on his calf with the side of the brick.

"Second brother... what are you doing?"

Snapped!
The bricks were smashed to pieces.

"Ah—! My leg, my leg is broken!" Chen Wuhong screamed even louder, rolling on the ground clutching his leg.

"It's good that your leg is broken; it'll save your life!" Chen Wujun said, looking down at Chen Wuhong. He had originally intended to kill his elder brother.

But just now at the dance hall, this gambling addict did show some consideration for family ties and smoothed things over for him. Although he didn't need it, it did soften his heart a little, and he decided to break his legs and leave him at home to be cared for.

Once his leg is almost healed, break his other leg.

If that's not enough, break their hands too.

A moment later, Chen Wujun pulled him up, supporting him under his armpits, and helped him walk out, his tone becoming calmer:

"Your leg is broken? Does it hurt? I'll take you to the clinic to get it checked, and then I'll take you home!"

"From now on, you should stay home and recover well! You'll have hot meals every day, so your parents won't have to worry about you wandering around outside. Didn't you just say we're family?"

However, the more he said this, the more disheartened Chen Wuhong became.

The one who just broke his leg was Chen Wujun, yet he acted as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

"Second brother, please let me go... I promise I'll never owe loan sharks again," Chen Wuhong pleaded.

"Go home and rest your leg, or fall off the rooftop by accident. Choose one," Chen Wujun said calmly, still supporting him.

"Anyway, if you die, your parents will only be sad for a few days at most. There's still me and your younger brother at home. From now on, your parents won't have to worry about loan sharks coming to their door."

Chen Wuhong knew he wasn't joking.

My younger brother has become someone I don't know at all, since some point in time.

Chen Wujun helped Chen Wuhong to a clinic.

"Doctor, when will his leg get better?" Chen Wujun asked with concern while waiting.

"The injury isn't too serious, just a fracture, not broken. But you'll need six weeks before you can walk again, and you can't put weight on it or walk fast. Remember to come back for a follow-up appointment in eight weeks," the doctor said as he put a splint on Chen Wuhong's leg.

"That's good." Chen Wujun nodded.

The bricks were still not sturdy enough, and he could only stay at home for six weeks.

Once his leg is almost healed, we'll get a different iron rod next time.

A moment later, Chen Wujun helped Chen Wuhong leave. On the way home, Chen Wujun said, "You know what to say when we get back, right?"

"You are not allowed to say a word about my affairs. Otherwise, I will beat you to death!"

"Isn't it nice to stay home every day? Watch TV, eat Mom's cooking, and read a book when you're bored. What do you like to read? I'll buy it for you. Do you want some risqué magazines?"

Chen Wujun's words shifted between cold threats and expressions of concern and warmth, leaving Chen Wuhong with only one thought in his mind.

Ah Jun has gone mad!
He's a madman now!

I opened the door. My parents were watching TV on the sofa. My mother looked towards the door with some anticipation. When she saw Chen Wujun, she asked:

"Why are you back at this time?"

Then I saw Chen Wujun dragging Chen Wuhong in.

Chen Wuhong still had a splint on his leg.

"Ah Hong! You're back!"

"What's wrong with your legs?"

"I just saw my brother being chased and beaten, so I brought him back!" Chen Wujun said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hanliang's expression changed. He stood up, walked over, and glared at Chen Wuhong with a look of exasperation:
"Did you go gambling again? You don't have any more loan shark debts, do you?"

“This time it’s not loan sharking, it seems we’ve offended someone!” Chen Wujun said directly.

"The doctor said he needs to stay in bed for six weeks before he can walk again, so he can't go to work these days and might as well go home and rest."

Upon hearing this, Chen Hanliang's expression softened slightly.

"It's a miracle I wasn't beaten to death."

Then he went back to the sofa to continue watching TV, but his mind was clearly not on the TV.

"Who could be so ruthless... Well, it's good to be home! He can go back to work after he's healed." Huang Meizhen felt sorry for her eldest son's broken leg, but at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's good that you're back; at least you haven't fallen into high-interest loan debt again.

Chen Wujun went into his bedroom, took the money out of his pillow and put it in his pocket.

He then went to the restroom and stuffed another wad of money into his waistband.

"I'm going back to the martial arts school."

"Ah Jun, your clothes... suit you quite well." Chen Hanliang had wanted to say something about Chen Wujun's clothes earlier.

His leather shoes, dark trousers, and dark blue shirt made him look tall and sharp.

Unlike those cheap T-shirts from before, these have lost their student vibe.

“Brother Li, he’s about the same height as me. He wore this outfit once and then gave it to me,” Chen Wujun said casually.

"Your senior brother at the martial arts school is a really good person. He gave you a job there and helped you with other things too. You should thank him properly when you have the chance!" Chen Hanliang said.

Chen Wuhong lowered his head, his heart full of words, but he couldn't say a word.

"I know." Chen Wujun glanced at his eldest brother before leaving: "Take good care of your injuries."

After leaving home, he headed straight for the dance floor with a cold expression.

His pants!
very expensive!
(End of this chapter)