Hong Kong: Black Gold Tycoons

Behind the iron gate was a passageway.

At the end, there was another door.

The young man who had been knocked away by the door was lying in the corridor groaning in pain when Wang Jianjun stepped forward and knocked him unconscious with two powerful punches.

The two then walked to the door.

Pushing open the door, you enter a tastefully decorated office.

A gray carpet was laid on the floor, and several feng shui paintings and a couplet hung on the wall.

First line: A country has its laws.

The second line reads: Every profession has its rules.

Horizontal inscription: Integrity.

On the left, there was a row of black leather sofas where several people, men and women, were sitting, each with a different expression.

Someone asked to borrow money: "I need to borrow 10,000 yuan for three months. What's the interest rate?"

The henchman replied, "Brother Fei set the rules. The underworld rule is one percent interest every ten days. If you borrow ten thousand, you have to pay back one thousand in interest every ten days. Moreover, the rule is that nine out of ten thousand will be returned, so you'll only get nine thousand after borrowing ten thousand, and you'll have to pay back thirteen thousand when it's due. Do you want it?"

The young man gritted his teeth: "Yes."

To the right is a long desk where someone is looking down at accounts. On the desk are a calculator, ledgers and several stacks of banknotes.

One of them tapped on a calculator and said, "This month, we collected a total of 38,000 yuan, including principal and interest."

Another person wrote in their notebook: "Those few payments are due soon, and they all involve compound interest. I will personally collect them when they are due; there can be no delays."

There were also people talking nearby:

"Uncle Zhang, this period's interest is three thousand, and with the principal, you'll have to pay back sixty thousand in total."

"I'm going to collect the debt from Mrs. Li later; she still hasn't paid the 20,000 she owed from last month."

Three young men in Edinburgh high school uniforms sat on a long sofa against the wall. Some were smoking and pretending to be adults, while others were chewing gum with their legs crossed.

Dafei wasn't here; he was in his private office inside, answering a phone call.

"Hi, Cole, my old friend, what brings you to my phone?"

"Big Fei, I need to buy some stuff from you," Cole said on the phone. "I'd like to make the deal in an hour. Any ideas?"

"An hour later? Of course, no problem." Dafei immediately agreed. "You just need to prepare the money."

"Where will the transaction take place?"

Dafei asked, "How about we meet in an hour at the back hill of Edinburgh High School?"

OK.

Outside, separated by a wall.

The two henchmen at the door looked Chen Fei and Wang Jianjun up and down when they entered, and asked, "What are you doing here? Borrowing money or paying off debts?"

Chen Fei didn't look at him, his gaze sweeping around the office.

"I'm looking for Dafei. Tell him to come out."

The henchman frowned: "Brother Fei is busy. Who are you?"

"You have no right to talk to me." Chen Fei was too lazy to waste words.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jianjun kicked the henchman to the ground.

boom!

The henchman slammed his fist on the table next to him, scattering calculators, ledgers, and stacks of banknotes all over the floor.

This scene stunned everyone instantly.

The men and women who were borrowing money were so frightened that they jumped up and huddled in the corner of the sofa.

The three boys in school uniforms panicked and instinctively stood up, but dared not go forward. They could only stare at Chen Fei and Wang Jianjun from a distance, their eyes full of panic and feigned composure.

Da Fei's henchman's face darkened: "Fuck your mother, you dare to cause trouble on Brother Fei's turf!"

A person next to him immediately lunged at Wang Jianjun.

Wang Jianjun dodged to the side and then delivered a backhand elbow strike to the back of the neck. The underling groaned and fell straight to the ground, piling up on top of the henchmen who had been kicked over earlier.

In just two seconds, both henchmen fell to the ground.

This ruthlessness immediately silenced the restless henchmen.

A moment later, someone shouted, "Brother Fei, someone's causing trouble!"

The door to the inner office opened in response.

Immediately afterwards, a voice rang out: "What's all the noise about?"

Dafei came out, glanced at his underlings on the ground, then looked up at Chen Fei and Wang Jianjun, his eyes filled with malice:

"What kind of gang are you? What are you trying to do?"

Chen Fei said, "Let's talk business."

"Talk business?" Dafei said coldly. "I, Dafei, only lend and collect debts, I don't talk business. If you're here to pay back a debt, not a penny less; if you're here to borrow money, follow my rules; but if you're just looking for trouble, I'll send you out lying down today."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "What do you do for a living?"

"It's for running a magazine," Chen Fei said.

"So he's just a pervert." Dafei scoffed instantly. "A magazine editor like you dares to run wild on my turf? Let me tell you, in this office, I'm the boss. Just because you walked in doesn't mean you can leave. Brothers, let's get started."

As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining henchmen pulled out their weapons.

There were wooden sticks, iron chains, switchblades, and even folding chairs.

They swarmed towards Chen Fei and Wang Jianjun.

Chen Fei stood still, even taking a step back and sitting on the sofa.

Wang Jianjun went to meet him.

As the wooden stick came crashing down on him, he didn't even flinch. He raised his left hand, grabbed the stick, and pulled it forward.

The younger brother was pulled so hard he staggered, and Wang Jianjun's right fist slammed into his face.

The sound of the nasal bone breaking was clearly audible, and blood gushed out instantly. The person had already lost consciousness before even hitting the ground.

Wang Jianjun then delivered a powerful elbow strike to the ribs of the henchman holding the iron chain. With several crisp cracking sounds, the henchman flew backward, crashing into the wall. As he slid down, his mouth was full of blood, and he had at least one broken rib.

As for the other henchmen, Wang Jianjun faced no pressure at all, using only the most ruthless moves: punching their temples, kicking their knees, and elbowing their ribs.

In less than two minutes, Dafei's henchmen were lying scattered all over the ground.

Some people were clutching their arms and wailing, some were curled up and convulsing, and some had already fainted.

Blood was everywhere on the gray carpet, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

The three or four people who had come to borrow money in the office were already terrified. Only now did they realize what was happening and they screamed and ran out.

The boy in the school uniform, his face filled with terror, scrambled and crawled after him as he ran out.

One of them ran to the door and tripped, but when he got up, he didn't dare to look back, and he didn't even want his shoes back.

In the entire office, only Dafei remained standing.

But his expression had completely changed.

His initial disdain turned to terror, and his hand stealthily reached for the gun hidden at his lower back.

His fingers hadn't even touched the gun handle yet.

Wang Jianjun flicked his wrist, and the military dagger flew out of his hand as fast as lightning.

Dafei felt a sharp pain in his right arm and looked down.

A weapon pierced through his arm, its sharp blade protruding from the other side. Blood gushed from the wound, instantly soaking half of his sleeve.

"what!"

Dafei immediately let out a scream, his face turned deathly pale, and his left hand trembled as he tried to pull out his military dagger.

Wang Jianjun strode over and kicked him in the chest.

Dafei groaned and fell heavily to the ground.

Wang Jianjun took the opportunity to step on his chest and disarm him.

Then slowly rotate the grip of the bayonet.

Crack!

The sound of the bayonet scraping against bone could be clearly heard.

"Ouch! That hurts! Big brother... big brother, stop spinning me..." Dafei was in so much pain he was covered in cold sweat, his voice trembling. "Who are you people? I, Dafei, was blind and didn't recognize you. I've offended you two big brothers. Please, have mercy..."

His tone was no longer arrogant as before, and he even spoke incoherently.

Chen Fei got up, walked over, and squatted down in front of him.

"Black Gold Media, Chen Fei".

This bastard only sells a few guns, yet he dares to call himself an arms dealer. He's utterly shameless.

Dafei was taken aback. Of course he knew about Black Gold Media, which had offended half of Hong Kong's celebrities with just one magazine called "Black Gold".

He stammered, "Brother Feifei, is there something you need from me?"

Chen Fei took a bullet out of his pocket and threw it in front of Da Fei.

Do you recognize this?

Dafei's lips trembled: "Bullets."

"This bullet was delivered to my magazine office by one of your men, packed in a fruit basket," Chen Fei said. "What do you suggest we do about it?"

Dafei was instantly terrified, shaking his head frantically, "No, no... Brother Fei, I don't know, I really don't know anything about this!"

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"No, the main problem is I have too many men under my command. I really don't know which bastard did it..." Dafei said quickly. "Brother, give me three days, and I'll definitely find the person and deliver them to you personally!"

"Three days?" Chen Fei said coldly. "Do you think my words are like merchandise on a shelf, something you can haggle over?"

Wang Jianjun slowly turned the bayonet again, and Dafei was in so much pain that he almost fainted.

He then changed his tune, saying, "Brother Fei, two days, I'll definitely find him for you in two days!"

"Ah Jun, let him go."

Wang Jianjun silently drew his bayonet.

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens came from outside.

The urgent, piercing sound of sirens grew clearer and clearer as they approached.

Dafei's expression changed drastically. Did these two people intend to call the police after beating his men?

What a despicable tactic!

He wasn't afraid of lending money at exorbitant interest rates, but he was afraid of being discovered by the police to be selling weapons.

Thinking of this, he disregarded the excruciating pain in his right arm and suddenly jumped out of the window and ran away.

Chen Fei rushed to the window and saw Da Fei limping and running wildly outside downstairs, his figure quickly disappearing around the corner.

He looked at Wang Jianjun and said, "Let's go."

As he was about to go downstairs, Wang Jianjun casually took down the photo of Dafei hanging on the wall and said, "I'll go back and ask around about this bastard's whereabouts."

Dafei, who was outside, thought he could easily escape.

But to our surprise, several police cars arrived and blocked all the exits.

Seeing the police officers coming this way, Dafei knew he couldn't break out, so he had no choice but to hide behind the refrigerated truck next to him.

The police officers' footsteps and voices grew closer.

"Search carefully. The higher-ups said there might be clues to an arms case here. Don't overlook any trace!"

Dafei, hiding in the shadows, was startled. Damn, they really were after him.

It must have been someone surnamed Chen who called the police.

Maybe it was because of his magazine that he called the police to arrest him.

Dafei thought about it more and more and felt that this was a possibility.

Just as he was thinking about how to escape, a sudden inspiration struck him.

He opened the rear door of the refrigerated truck, quietly slipped inside, and then closed the door just a crack.

I pressed my ear against the carriage wall, but to my surprise, the police officers outside didn't move; instead, they stopped and started talking.

Dafei didn't dare to go out now, and groped to bandage his wounds.

In no time at all.

They heard voices outside again. "Why is the car door open?"

"Maybe the police opened it to check. Let's close it and go."

Clang.

The car door closed with a click.

Dafei then felt a vibration coming from the car, which meant that the car had started.

In the driver's seat of the refrigerated truck, Wang Jianjun casually tossed Dafei's photo onto the hood and asked, "Brother Fei, where are we going now?"

Chen Fei said, "Let's go back first, make some preparations, and take care of Gao Yingpei tonight."

"Then I'll turn on the air conditioning to prevent the seafood inside from spoiling." Wang Jianjun turned on the air conditioning in the car. "My current identity is a seafood transporter. I'll deliver seafood to the Peninsula Hotel first, and then I'll be patrolling around Gao Yingpei's villa area tonight."

Turn on the air conditioner.

The passenger in the back compartment had a tough time; it wasn't long before his teeth were chattering from the cold.

……

The hill behind Edinburgh.

Cole and Richard waited there for a long time, but Dafei did not arrive.

Richard was immediately enraged and started cursing, "Shit! These damn local gangs have no manners at all! Cole, are you sure you want to make the deal here?"

"Yes, I'm absolutely certain the deal is being arranged here." Cole's face was grim. "Did that son of a bitch play me? Should we wait a bit longer?"

"Fuck, no need to wait!" Richard snapped. "That damn bastard must be playing us for fools! Let's go back, we'll make the deal with Gao Yingpei tonight, and then we'll deal with this guy! Do you even recognize him?"

Cole gritted his teeth and said, "I recognize him. I've dealt with him before."

"Alright, let's deal with him then!" Richard said. "Let's go!"

After saying that, he angrily got into the car.

Cole got into the car with a gloomy face, and the group hurriedly left.

Back at the Peninsula Hotel parking lot, we parked next to a refrigerated truck.

As Cole passed by the front of the refrigerated truck, he glanced at it casually and unexpectedly saw a photo of Dafei.

Cole stopped in his tracks, staring intently at the photo on the front of the car, trying to make it clear.

It's like Dafei standing him up.

He quickly called out to Richard, "Brother! This is the guy who promised to sell us weapons! I overheard that his armory is just a moving truck, could it be this one?"

Richard walked back, looked at the photos, then at the refrigerated truck, and suddenly sneered.

"Fuck! This bastard tricked us and dared to park his car here? Does he think we're idiots? Go find this son of a bitch!"

The men immediately scattered, two blocking the front of the car and two going around to the back.

Cole drew his gun from his waist and moved closer to the side of the carriage.

He glanced through the windshield. "There's no one inside."

"That car must be nearby," Richard gritted his teeth. "Search! Turn the parking lot upside down if you have to find him!"

The men at the back of the car opened the door.

A chilling draft emanated from the carriage, filling the air with white mist.

The interior walls of the carriage were covered with a layer of frost.

In the very center, a person is lying prone inside the car, with their hands outstretched forward, their whole body covered in white ice crystals, and their hair, eyebrows, and clothes are all covered in frost.

He looked like an ice sculpture.

Upon seeing this, Cole immediately blurted out, "Shit!"

Because this person is Dafei!

Richard leaned over for a look, and his expression changed.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"Absolutely certain!" Cole said confidently.

Richard gasped. "Someone must have known about his deal with us, so they froze him to death here and brought him here for us to see. I never imagined Hong Kong gangsters could be so ruthless!"

"Big brother, what should we do? Should we run?" Cole asked immediately.

Richard swallowed hard. "Since they dared to send the body here, it means they know our background. We're in Hong Kong now, so we can't escape. We might as well see what they want to do first."