Hong Kong film: People in Wo Luen Shing, summoning the King of Fighters.

Since opening his business, the owner had never met anyone who could identify the type of charcoal. Feeling that he had found a kindred spirit, he insisted on giving Chen Jialuo's table another plate of pork belly.

Chen Jialuo didn't refuse; only a fool wouldn't take advantage of a good deal.

Weiss asked, "How did you recognize it as pine charcoal?"

Chen Jialuo said, "I know them."

How could he not recognize it? Before he came into this world, his family used this charcoal to make cured meat and other things. With the charcoal placed in front of him, he could tell at a glance whether the pine wood burned well and how long it would last.

But he couldn't tell Weiss this, just like the system on his body, the origins of Weiss and the others, etc., would only be a secret known only to him.

When Weiss heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little sad, but she didn't say anything and just continued grilling the meat.

Chen Jialuo looked at her and said, "Although I came to North Point this time to see you on the side, I also came with some questions and would like to hear your answers."

Weiss looked up and asked, "What's the problem?"

Chen Jialuo said, "After you took over North Point, although it quickly got back on track, the venue's performance wasn't very good."

Chapter 390 promises a 15% increase in performance.

Weiss paused slightly as she flipped the grilled meat, her heart skipping a beat, thinking to herself, "It's here, it really is here."

Chen Jialuo looked at her and said, "You know, things are different now. Before, you only managed a few venues, and as long as your performance was decent, it wouldn't be talked about. But now it's different. You manage a whole branch of the business, and you can't even count the number of venues under your control on your fingers."

Weiss said, "I can count them clearly, 123: 10 casinos, 5 gaming arcades, 23 foot massage parlors... I admit it's been difficult since I first took over. But these difficulties are only temporary. I guarantee the business will get better and better."

Chen Jialuo picked up a potato skewer and took a bite. Wei Si rattled off the names of all the venues she owned, which slightly surprised him. He himself had never even counted how many venues he managed.

Of course, he wasn't being dishonest; as a boss, someone would do the math for him. What he needed to do was use people effectively, placing the right people in the right places. It's like building a house with bricks; some bricks can only be placed at 370 degrees as the foundation, some can be used for walls, and some can't be used for walls but can be used for the ceiling.

The potato skewers were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, very delicious, just like his current mood. Although Weiss hadn't achieved anything yet, hearing her earnest promise was like drinking a glass of 50-degree water on a cold day, warming his whole body.

He looked intently at Weiss and said, "Okay, you said it, and I believe you. But what if you can't do it?"

Weiss immediately replied, "There's no way it can't be done."

Chen Jialuo nodded, handed her a skewer of grilled bread, and said, "Eat. I like your confident demeanor. I'm giving you three months. During these three months, I won't interfere with what you do; I'll give you all the authority. After three months, I want to see at least a 15% increase in performance. If it doesn't, you're out, and I'll find someone to take your place. Is that alright?"

After considering it for a moment, Weiss said, "No problem."

With Weiss's promise, his trip was complete. Now, he felt relieved, eating meat and drinking heartily, occasionally raising his glass to clink with Weiss's.

Weiss rarely talks to him about things that happen in her life, from funny stories about buying clothes to her inner thoughts about her last fight with Maxima, she talks on and on.

Chen Jialuo had never seen or heard her say so much before, and for a moment he actually enjoyed it, without the usual awkward feeling.

He couldn't help but wonder why this was, and after much thought, he concluded it was because of Weiss's clothing and appearance. This led him to initially perceive Weiss as a woman, a beautiful woman.

Towards the end of the drink, he asked, "Why did you suddenly change your style of dress?"

Weiss's face was flushed from drinking. She moved her chair to the left so she could face Chen Jialuo directly. When she was facing him, she noticed his face was a little red—a pale red with a hint of pink. Sitting and drinking, he kept his back ramrod straight, his face with deep features, full of masculine charm, and a mischievous smile occasionally playing at the corners of his mouth.

She thought once again that Chen Jialuo really did have a handsome appearance, coupled with outstanding abilities; no wonder so many exceptional women chose to be with him, even knowing he had other women.

Take herself for example. But due to her strong sense of pride, she wouldn't allow herself to pursue him or reveal her feelings.

Then she rolled her eyes and said, "I suddenly wanted to change my style, so I did. What, is that bad?"

Jialuo smiled upon hearing this and said, "It's great, it suits you very well."

Weiss couldn't help but ask again, "Were the previous ones not suitable for me?"

Jialuo didn't hesitate and said directly, "It suits you too, but you look handsome like that, and beautiful like this. It's a different feeling overall."

Weiss smiled, wanting to ask which feeling she preferred, but the question caught in her throat before she swallowed it back, thinking, "It's not the right time to ask now; it's too ambiguous. I'll ask later."

Another half hour passed, and the dinner ended.

Chen Jialuo and Wei Si, each with a large pregnant belly, walked out of the barbecue restaurant, burping contentedly.

A stylish Mercedes-Benz W14 (Tiger Head) pulled up on the side of the road, attracting the attention of many. A tall man in a black suit, without a tie, stepped out.

The tall man immediately opened the car door when he saw Chen Jialuo, then took two quick steps to Chen Jialuo's side and called out, "Brother Luo, Sister Weisi."

This is Chen Jialuo's personal driver, nicknamed "Nine-Headed Insect" because his head proportions exactly nine heads. He is a combat-type cyborg.

Ryuji Yamazaki and Goro Daimon had other matters to handle. They didn't have much time for driving or bodyguarding anyway. So Chen Jialuo simply commissioned one from within the NESTS fortress.

Unlike other combat-oriented cyborgs, this one was custom-made for him, with his physique, strength, agility, and so on... making him one in a hundred.

Chapter 391 Encountering an Old Friend on the Street—Big Head

Their combat power is second only to that of martial artists.

"Ryuuji, why aren't Daimon and the others here?" Weiss asked in surprise.

"They have other things to do. This is my personal driver and bodyguard, Nine-Headed Man," Chen Jialuo said, one hand in his pocket and the other stroking his round belly.

"Okay, sure." Weiss glanced at him, thinking that his fighting ability was no less than hers, so there was no need to worry.

"Then I'm leaving. You can take your time walking back too, it'll help you digest your food," Chen Jialuo said.

Weiss said, "Okay, bye-bye."

Chen Jialuo said, "Okay, bye-bye."

After saying that, he turned and left. The nine-headed man walked swiftly ahead of him, and when he got to the car door, he held the top of the door with his hand to prevent Chen Jialuo from hitting his head.

My younger brother was very polite.

The car sped towards Prince Road. As they passed a traffic light, Chen Jialuo was suddenly drawn to a short man at a newsstand across the street.

Even in the dead of winter, the man wore only a thin shirt, which couldn't conceal his muscular physique. He would occasionally stand up and look at the newspapers and magazines on Bai Long's tiny, three-square-meter newsstand.

But the man had his back to him the whole time, so he couldn't see the man's face. Just then, a student-looking person came over and asked for a newspaper.

The man turned his face as he took the money, and Chen Jialuo finally saw him clearly. A thought flashed through his mind: It really was him! Big Head!

Da Tou joined Ba Bi's crew around the same time as him. He was a very good fighter. Later, Ba Bi killed someone and needed someone to take the blame. Da Tou, hoping to get a chance to offer incense by taking the blame, volunteered and was sentenced to 3 years in prison.

These three years have been incredibly turbulent. He directly killed Ba Bi and became the boss of Causeway Bay. When Da Tou was released from prison, he wanted to claim credit with Ba Bi, only to find that the grass on Ba Bi's grave was already over a meter high.

Chen Jialuo said to the driver, "Park the car on the side of the road. I'm going to see an old friend."

A flashy car pulled up next to the newsstand, immediately attracting attention. Big Head was no exception, but then he saw Chen Jialuo step out of the car, exuding an air of wealth and power. A tall, burly man followed behind him.

He immediately looked away and began tidying up the newspapers on the newsstand, which didn't even need tidying.

Chen Jialuo stepped forward to greet him, "Big Head, you still recognize me, right? Once a brother, always a brother."

Jialuo took a liking to Datou. He happened to be short of people under him and wanted Datou to work for him. Datou was a Shaolin monk and was also skilled in Muay Thai.

Big Head glanced at him and said, "I don't know him."

This remark truly amused Jialuo. Since taking office, he hadn't been able to get whatever he wanted, but everyone, whether they were involved in the underworld or not, could recognize his name.

What's with this big guy? He's saying he doesn't know him.

Jialuo, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked, "Really don't know me, or are you pretending not to?"

Big Head said, "I really don't know him."

Chen Jialuo nodded, and the next moment, he reached out and snapped off the button on Da Tou's shirt, instantly revealing his muscular chest. The dragon tattoo on his chest was also exposed.

Big Head was both shocked and furious. He ripped up his clothes to cover the tattoo on his chest and shouted, "What do you want to do!"

Chen Jialuo took a drag of his cigarette and said, "What's imprinted on your body can't be hidden no matter how you try. Just like we may not admit it, but we're still brothers, for life."

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Big Head remained silent, his face grim, his eyes fixed on Chen Jialuo. His gaze held anger, helplessness, numbness, and pain.

Three years ago, he worked in the underground Seoul underworld, just like Chen Jialuo. Back then, Chen Jialuo was just a Tommy, the shortest of the short mules.

He was Babi's top henchman. During one incident, Babi needed someone to take the blame and asked everyone to draw lots to decide who would take the fall.

At that time, he was young and impetuous, and volunteered to take the blame.

... ..... ...

He was sentenced to three years in prison. After his release, he went to find Ba Bi, only to discover that Ba Bi was dead. The person who succeeded Ba Bi was none other than the shortest mule, Chen Jialuo.

His heart was filled with mixed emotions at that moment, as if a breath was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down. All his perseverance and ideals in the prison cell vanished in an instant, and he decided to leave the gang in despair, thus starting this small newsstand.

But to his surprise, he ran into Chen Jialuo today, who even greeted him first. But at this moment, his heart was dead; he only wanted to do legitimate work.

He took a deep breath and said, "I was young and naive back then. I wasted three years of my life. Now I just want a peaceful life and I don't want to have anything to do with the underworld anymore."

Chen Jialuo nodded upon hearing this and said, "I can understand how you feel, but in reality it's not that simple. In this day and age, every industry has connections with the underworld."

Big Head sneered upon hearing this, saying, "You make the triads sound so powerful, then go collect protection money from the bank! I refuse to believe I can't survive without you guys."

Chapter 392 Nightclub's 7th Anniversary Charity Gala

Chen Jialuo was too lazy to waste words with him. If he couldn't recruit him, so be it. It wasn't like he couldn't do without a big reward. He said, "There's no point in talking when we don't see eye to eye. Come find me at the headquarters when you've thought it through. Anytime is fine, I'll pick you up."

After saying that, he turned and left.

But as they were getting on the bus, they saw a bunch of short, stocky guys from some gang around the corner, who seemed to be peering in their direction. Chen Jialuo glanced at Big Head and said to Nine-Headed, "Have someone keep an eye on Big Head's group for a while."

Nine-Headed nodded, glanced at Big Head, and said, "Understood. Should we teach that short mule over there a lesson?" "383"