Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

night.

Causeway Bay.

Golden Sparrow Nightclub.

Bright lights and bustling activity, with women and birds singing all around.

Several heavily made-up women, dressed scantily, sat in a corner, their eyes scanning their prey like radar.

Inside the booths on the other side.

A long-haired man with a small braid leaned back on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table, holding a wad of banknotes in his hand, spitting on his fingers as he counted them one by one.

After counting the stack, he tossed it to the underlings beside him: "Everyone take this and divide it up. You did a great job today, everyone gets a share."

The younger brother took the money and cheerfully distributed it to everyone present.

Seven or eight thugs, each received several bills, their faces beaming with smiles.

"Thank you, Long-Haired Bro!"

"Long-haired guy is so generous!"

"Long-haired guy is sunbathing!"

"..."

Long Hair waved his hand, and after everyone quieted down, he said, "Although the cops probably won't investigate that magazine, everyone should behave themselves for a while and not cause any trouble for the officers."

The last sentence immediately caused everyone to burst into laughter.

One of the henchmen laughed and said, "Don't worry, Longhair. It's just smashing up a run-down magazine office. Those officers won't care. Besides, going to the station for tea is like going home for us. Even if we get arrested, so what?"

Another person chimed in, "No matter what kind of organization that magazine is, if they dare to hit Brother Longhair's brothers, they're going against us."

"Not bad." Long Hair nodded, snorting through his nose. "My brother's hand is all bandaged up like a dumpling now, making my mom cry every day, all because that bastard beat him up. My brother just wanted to touch a woman, and he got beaten up like that on his own turf. Is there no justice? Is there no law?"

He spat on the ground and continued, "Which of those magazine publishers and newsstand owners dares to disrespect Hung Hing? Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to stay in business. And they even dare to hit people from Hung Hing."

Everyone burst into laughter.

"Long-haired Brother is right!"

"We have to get revenge for being beaten on our own turf!"

"Damn his mother, we have to get him!"

"..."

Longhair smiled with satisfaction and reached for the cigarettes on the table.

My fingers had barely touched the cigarette pack.

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed before my eyes.

The next instant, Long Hair felt a sharp pain in his palm.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that a weapon had pinned his hand to the wooden tabletop.

"what……"

Longhair suddenly let out a scream that sounded inhuman.

My first instinct was to pull my hand back, but it was pinned to the table and I couldn't move it at all.

Blood gushed from the bayonet's blood groove, instantly staining half the tabletop red.

The laughter around them stopped abruptly.

The thugs were stunned by this sudden turn of events and stood frozen in place.

It was as if they had forgotten how to react.

Wang Jianjun pressed down on Changmao's shoulder with his left hand and gripped his military dagger with his right hand.

Longhair's scream rose another notch, and he arched his back like a butterfly pinned to a specimen board.

The henchmen around him then realized what was happening.

They shouted, "What the hell are you doing? Let go of Longhair Brother!"

"How dare they cause trouble on Hung Hing's turf! Brothers, grab your weapons!"

"Go quickly and call Brother B!"

"Quickly, save Longhair Brother..."

click!

Wang Jianjun suddenly pulled out a black star and pressed it against Changmao's forehead.

"Try moving it!"

Upon seeing him pull out a gun, the henchmen around him immediately hesitated to act, and all froze on the spot.

When people are in gangs, they mostly use weapons like machetes when they fight. Sometimes they slash until they are covered in blood, but they don't kill anyone.

But I never expected someone would pull out a gun!

They'd seen ruthless people before, but never anyone so reckless as to pull out a gun; clearly, they were no pushovers.

Longhair's screams were also silenced by the gun. He stammered, "Brother, what's going on? We don't seem to have any grudge against each other, right?"

"You have no grudge against him, but you do have a grudge against me." Chen Fei stepped to the opposite side of the long-haired man. "You smashed up my magazine office during the day. The renovation costs, equipment costs, employee compensation costs, moving costs, and investigation costs for you all add up to 300,000 yuan."

Changmao never expected that the other party would come knocking on his door so soon after he held a celebration banquet. He was just a low-level leader and didn't have 300,000 yuan to his name.

He could only desperately try to signal to his underlings, but they either lowered their heads and avoided him, or looked helpless.

Longhair could only pray that the other brothers would notify Big B to come over.

"You're not going to talk, huh!" Chen Fei suddenly grabbed his head and slammed it hard against the table.

boom!

Longhair was instantly hit and saw stars.

Blood started flowing from her nose.

"Long-haired guy, huh? So what if you're long-haired!"

boom!

He slammed it down again.

Even the beer bottles on the table were shaking.

"You fucking made me spend tens of thousands to investigate you."

boom!

He then slammed the long-haired man's head hard onto the table.

Seeing him brazenly smashing the Taiping rebels on his own turf, the henchmen around him trembled with fear.

Seeing that the long-haired man's face was covered in blood and he was in a daze.

Chen Fei took out an alarm clock, set the countdown, and said to his underlings who were still stunned beside him, "You have thirty minutes to find your boss. If he's gone less than five minutes, I'll cut off one of his fingers."

The henchmen around him immediately said, "I'll go and inform them right away."

He was just about to go and call someone.

Suddenly, a commotion of footsteps arose, accompanied by shouts from his underlings: "Big B is here! Big B is here!"

Then a dozen or so Hung Hing henchmen, each wielding a machete and exuding menacing aura, escorted a man with a buzz cut and a faint scar on his face as he strode forward.

He was none other than Big B, the leader of the Hung Hing Causeway Bay area.

With so many people arriving, the booths were instantly packed.

Big B's gaze swept over the blood-soaked floor, the long-haired man nailed to the table, and the Black Star gun in Wang Jianjun's hand. His face instantly darkened, and his tone turned icy: "Which gangs are you two from? Why are you drawing knives and guns on Hung Hing's turf?"

Chen Fei leaned back on the sofa with a tactical backbend: "Your men smashed up my magazine office during the day. I'm here to demand an explanation. Three hundred thousand in compensation. Not a penny less, and you won't be leaving here peacefully today."

Big B was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Three hundred thousand? My friend, that's a bit too much of a joke."

"Is it big?" Chen Fei asked.

Big B said, "It's grown!"

The next instant, Chen Fei severed the hairy finger with a single stroke.

"what!"

Long Hair was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed.

This scene stunned all the Hung Hing members, including Big B.

fuck!

Who is it?

He'd cut off a hairy finger at the slightest provocation!

Big B's face was extremely gloomy, and the muscles on his face twitched from time to time.

"I have no interest in talking to my underlings. Call Jiang Tiansheng over," Chen Fei added. "You have no right to bargain with me."

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence. Even the screams of the long-haired man weakened, leaving only his whimpering as he convulsed in pain.

Big B's facial muscles contorted. Even if he wasn't the head of Hung Hing in Causeway Bay, people in the underworld still respectfully called him "Big B." Now this guy actually said he wasn't qualified.

Not to mention that such a trivial matter would only alarm Jiang Sheng, and the people in the gang would just think he was incompetent.

"You fucking want to die!" Big B finally couldn't contain his anger and said coldly, "Who does Jiang Sheng think he is? You think you can just call him whatever you want? Kid, I don't think you know how powerful Hung Hing is. Even if you have a gun, you won't leave here alive today!"

Before he finished speaking, a dozen or so of his henchmen immediately raised their machetes, the blades gleaming coldly under the lights.

They then took a step forward and surrounded Chen Fei and Wang Jianjun.

"It's hard to say who will die first." Wang Jianjun suddenly tore open his coat.

He had several yellow tubes wrapped around his body, one end of which was connected to a small screen with constantly changing numbers via wires.

Holding a red switch, Wang Jianjun calmly said, "Come on, 10 kilograms of explosives. One press of this switch and everyone here will die. Come on!"

Big B and his men felt their breath catch in their throats, and a chill ran from the soles of their feet to the tops of their heads.

They'd been in the underworld for so many years, and they'd seen all sorts of arrogant people, but they'd never seen anyone this arrogant and reckless.

The crowd quickly retreated, shielding Brother B in front of them.

"I'll press the switch if anyone moves," Wang Jianjun continued. "Anyone who's not afraid of dying can try."

Big B had never seen anything like this before, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly said to his henchman, "Quick, go call Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Tiansheng received a call very quickly.

Upon learning that two ruthless men had arrived on his territory and were threatening Big B with explosives, he didn't dare gamble on whether they would actually do it. Fortunately, he wasn't far away, so he hurriedly drove over.

The atmosphere inside the nightclub remained tense for about ten minutes.

Jiang Tiansheng finally arrived.

He also personally witnessed the ruthless person his subordinates had described.

They were two young men, but they had guns in their hands and explosives on their bodies; they looked like the kind of reckless thugs who didn't care about the consequences of their actions.

"Friend, I'm Jiang Tiansheng." Jiang Tiansheng sat down opposite Chen Fei and said, "Let this brother calm down first, and I'll ask what happened."

Those underlings who followed the long-haired rebels to smash the magazine office dared not hide anything and told the whole story.

After briefly understanding what happened...

Jiang Tiansheng frowned. Although he knew his underlings would be restless, he didn't expect this to cause such a big problem.

Chen Fei smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Jiang, two conditions."

"you say."

"First, the compensation of 300,000 is non-negotiable; second, my magazine is going on sale next month, and Hung Hing must help me fill all the newsstands, big and small, on your territory with the magazine," Chen Fei said.

Jiang Tiansheng frowned again: "These two conditions are somewhat unreasonable."

"Oh?" Chen Fei smiled. "Am I a reasonable person? From the moment you walked in, your life has been in our hands. All it takes is him pressing the switch."

He made an explosion gesture with his hand, "Bang! We'll all blow up together!"

"Are you threatening me?" Jiang Tiansheng was immediately displeased.

He was the leader of the gang, and now he was being threatened. If word got out, how could he face anyone?

Chen Fei glanced at him sideways and said, "That's just how I do things. Do you have a problem with that?"