Hong Kong variety show: From a lowly 49-year-old to the world's richest man

Chapter 83 Facing Wang Jiu

"Thank you for the compliment." Chen Fan asked, "I wonder who you're trying to impress tonight, boss, with this dog putting on such a grand show?"

"Isn't it normal for gangsters to fight for territory?" the boss said confidently.

"Hehe, I'm just afraid this territory is too hard and will break your teeth, boss. After all, you're already quite old. Even if you put gold back in your teeth, it'll just be for show."

"You bastard, I'm just quelling the fire, not putting out the stove. Even Chiang Tin-sang wouldn't dare talk to me like that to my face. Who do you think you are?"

"I live alone. Who do you think I am? If you know what's good for you, give these two streets back. Otherwise, I'll bring some people to tear down your San Francisco nightclub sign."

"I'm not returning this territory. Come and take it if you dare!"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, Wang Jiu rushed in front of him, followed by his gang members.

"Hua Daofan, weren't you so arrogant just now? Don't back down when we fight. I want to see if your skills are as good as your teeth."

"You mad dog, you want to mess with me? I'm ready to play along. Dare you take the plunge?"

Chen Fan beckoned to Wang Jiu.

"Just smoking? Hehehehe—"

Zhu Jiu seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and his maniacal laughter was unstoppable.

"Since you're the first one who dared to smoke with me, I'll just break both your legs and teach you to kneel down as a human being!"

After saying that, Wang Jiu dashed out in one stride.

His underlings, brandishing weapons, tried to follow, but were stopped by the boss.

The big boss was also very curious to know just how good Chen Fan was. He could break someone's bones with a steel ball from more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye. Even he couldn't do that, but it really happened.

His intention in putting on this big show tonight was to test the waters. Kowloon City is too small. When Sze-yan was in Wo Hop To, he posed little threat to the rioters, but after switching sides to Hung Hing, things are completely different.

If Chen Fan is just a figurehead, the yakuza can take advantage of the situation to expand their territory.

If we lose, at worst we'll lose Wang Jiu. This dog hasn't been disciplined in a long time, and it does seem to be showing signs of rebellion.

As Wang Jiu approached Chen Fan, he flexed his right foot and swept it out like a slingshot.

The sweeping leg, delivered with all its might, stirred up a gust of wind.

"Hmph, it's better to kneel down than to be someone's dog."

Chen Fan's eyes were like lightning, instantly judging Wang Jiu's point of force, and he kicked Wang Jiu's knee with quick, accurate and ruthless speed.

Wang Jiu felt his knee being blocked by something, unable to move forward an inch. He glanced down and then punched Chen Fan in the face.

Even though it's difficult to generate power when standing on one leg, the force of this punch is not something an ordinary person can withstand.

Faced with this powerful punch, Chen Fan raised his hand to support Wang Jiu's wrist from below, boldly turned around, and slightly flung Wang Jiu in the direction of the force. Wang Jiu flew over his head and shoulders and crashed heavily to the ground.

Wang Jiu, who had been thrown to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw, had an expression of disbelief on his face.

"Tai Chi?"

"you guess."

Chen Fan raised his foot and slammed it down.

Wang Jiu was startled and used a "Lazy Donkey Roll" move to barely dodge Chen Fan's attack.

Bang!

Chen Fan's stomp left a four- or five-centimeter dent in the ground, and the bricks and stones shattered.

As he switched between force and gentleness, Wang Jiu's expression also became serious. He stood up with a twisting motion, his movements showing great caution. Otherwise, given his eccentric personality, he would have definitely used a fancy way of getting up, like a carp leaping over.

"Just who is this kid?"

The big boss watching the battle had a solemn expression. Apart from the fight against the tornado, this was the first time he had seen Wang Jiu at a disadvantage.

Judging from the strength Chen Fan just displayed, even he would have to be cautious when facing him, and he even doubted that he was Chen Fan's match.

After all, youth has its advantages in boxing. He was indeed old, over sixty, and a prolonged battle would be disadvantageous for him. Chen Fan's Tai Chi style was very difficult to deal with. Its characteristics of using stillness to control movement, softness to overcome hardness, avoiding weakness and attacking strength, and borrowing force to generate power made him a formidable opponent who could not be defeated quickly, unless a gun was used.

But you can't beat them all. Everyone's a pro. You use a gun, they use a gun too. Young people always react faster than older people.

"Crazy Dog, I heard that your hard qigong makes you invulnerable to swords and spears. Coincidentally, I've also practiced some external martial arts. Let's see who's tougher."

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"One-Finger Divine Skill!"

Chen Fan channeled his energy throughout his body and thrust his right hand, shaped like a sword finger, fiercely at the Tian Shu acupoint on Wang Jiu's abdomen.

"top!"

Wang Jiu was horrified and used all his hard qigong to withstand Chen Fan's finger strike.

Although Chen Fan's One Finger Divine Skill has not yet been upgraded to the advanced level, with his powerful base value, this finger can still pierce through gold and split rocks.

Wang Jiu looked pained; this one finger could break his hard qigong.

Chen Fan chuckled and said, "It seems your skills are still lacking."

"Hmph!" Wang Jiu snorted coldly, enduring the sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and pointed a finger out with great force. "You take my finger too!"

Chen Fan slightly turned his body to avoid being hit on acupoints by Wang Jiu, then raised his sword fingers and activated Iron Shirt and Hard Qi Gong.

The moment they made contact, Wang Jiu noticed the difference in feel. His Shaolin Vajra Finger strike felt like hitting a steel plate, incredibly hard, and his finger was throbbing with pain.

"really."

Chen Fan gained a completely new understanding of his own abilities.

The mad dog in front of him was no match for him. To be more precise, Wang Jiu was not worth his attention; he was too weak.

"Wow, is Afan this strong?"

Liang Kun's mouth was agape, and he didn't even notice that the cigarette he was holding had fallen out of his mouth.

"Damn it, I thought he was joking, but I didn't expect him to actually beat Wang Jiu."

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The narrow-eyed man was quite startled.

Of the group, he was the one who knew Wang Jiu best. He had seen Wang Jiu's invulnerability to swords and spears countless times, but he had never seen Wang Jiu's face contorted in pain.

"Boss, people say that fathers and sons fight side by side, and brothers fight tigers together. You dog can't let me have my fill. Why don't you come and play a few rounds yourself?"

Chen Fan ignored Wang Jiu and turned to look at the big boss.

This old devil has been observing the situation. Whether he takes on one or two, it's all the same. Taking him down in one go will save him a lot of trouble.

The fighting and killing in the martial arts world is meaningless. In the end, the rich and powerful make the decisions. Even the most capable fighters have to bow down for a pittance. As for power, Chen Fan can at most control the rules of the underworld; it's impossible for him to control the legitimate world.

As for money, spend a few years accumulating initial capital, wait for the economic crisis to break out and make a fortune, then buy up those potential stocks on a large scale, and you might just become the world's richest person in the future.

So it's time to get down to business!

Faced with Chen Fan's provocation, the boss glanced coldly at Wang Jiu and said, "That's it for tonight. Wang Jiu, take your men back."

After saying that, he turned and left.

"Boss————"

Wang Jiu wanted to say something more, but the big boss didn't give him the chance: "I told you to take your men back. Are you deaf, or do you want to rebel and make your own decisions?"

The rebuke only intensified the resentment in Wang Jiu's eyes; tonight, it was his face that had been slapped!

That old devil is really deliberately trying to suppress him.

"Wang Jiu, next time we meet, I hope you can truly be in charge this time, instead of continuing to wag your tail and be someone's dog."

"A dog is always a dog. You have to eat whatever your owner wants you to eat, and there's no room for argument."

Chen Fan whispered, trying to ignite the fire.

It would be a good thing to provoke Wang Jiu into rebelling ahead of time. The violent gang has too much money, so much that Chen Fan is tempted.

I wonder if Chen Luojun has managed to smuggle himself to Hong Kong Island yet. If he has, he might have a chance to acquire the land title in the Walled City.

The compensation for the demolition of the walled city was "hundreds of millions". Although the demolition would not take place until the 1990s, it was a deal worth hundreds of millions. Di Qiu, that old devil, couldn't handle it, nor could the other three landlords. Chen Fan could reluctantly help them keep the money safe.

Wang Jiu, looking unwilling, led his underlings to retreat from Oxford Road and Cambridge Road.

Watching the gang members walk away, Chen Fan turned to Chen Fan and said, "Brother Slim Eyes, let your men take over the territory. I think after tonight, no one will dare to challenge you."

"Ah Fan, thanks. If you ever need my help again, just let me know. I'll be happy to do anything for you!"

After Xi Yan finished speaking, he beckoned to his underlings to quickly take over the territory.

The dinosaur spoke up: "From now on, Afan, your affairs are the affairs of the three of us brothers."

Chen Fan waved his hand, "Brotherhood is in our hearts, this is just a small favor."

"It's a piece of cake for you, but it's different for us. Gangs are different from ordinary gangs, especially that mad dog who's a real oddball in gang fights." Han Bin sighed.

The three brothers had no ambition to dominate the underworld; they just wanted to make money and live a peaceful life. If they were targeted by a gang, their business would definitely be unstable, since Wang Jiu was known for his eccentric behavior.

Previously, there was a buffer between Slim Eyes' territory and the territories of the yakuza, so they always coexisted peacefully. But now that Smiling Tiger has withdrawn from Kowloon City, Slim Eyes has taken over all of the other party's territory and has to face the pressure brought by the yakuza directly.

If it weren't for tonight's decisive battle that determined ownership, this territory of Dongxing would probably have fallen into the hands of a yakuza group in a few days.

Gangs have money and manpower; their thugs, who come from the Walled City, are ruthless when they get going, and it's common for people to die when they fight them.

"After tonight, A-Fan, your reputation will probably be even greater," Liang Kun laughed. "You forced the thugs to retreat and beat that mad dog to a pulp."

"What does a mere empty title matter?"

Chen Fan didn't care at all.

He was prepared to capture the big boss and Wang Jiu alive, but who would have thought that the big boss would admit defeat so quickly, leaving him no chance to make extra money.

After tonight, his boxing gym will open and he'll be holding boxing matches. The big boss probably won't be involved anymore.

The big boss is a major player in the underground boxing world. If he doesn't take the lead, other underground boxing organizers in Hong Kong probably won't be the first to do so either.

#, another good opportunity to extort money has been lost!

Without the yakuza members, Xiyan's men faced absolutely no resistance when taking over the territory.

Many gangs originally wanted to take advantage of the situation, but after seeing Chen Fan completely defeat Wang Jiu, they could only continue to have their men strolling around the streets.

If you can't beat someone, why resort to violence? Isn't that stupid?

Having too much money can be a source of anxiety, and you can spend it for fun, but you absolutely cannot use it to fund your enemies!

From the beginning of Wo Luen Shing to the Ni family's surrender today, the prize pool they extorted has piled up to 50 million and several blocks of territory. Who the hell would still be so foolish as to cause trouble for Chen Fan?

The happiest person that night was not the one who gained territory, but the one who successfully evacuated millions.

"Damn it, is that Hua Daofan even human?"

"Wang Jiu, that madman, couldn't even defeat that scoundrel Crow, yet he was taken down by Hua Dao Fan in just a few moves."

"Luckily I ran fast, otherwise my meager savings wouldn't have been enough to cover the losses."

The gloom that had been hanging over Chen Fan's blackmailing face vanished, replaced by relief.

So many people have stumbled at Chen Fan's hands. Although he also suffered losses, they weren't as great as he had imagined. At least he saved face, and people might even praise him for being shrewd in the future.

Of course, what he couldn't accept was that Chen Fan, who was clearly so good at fighting, wore the same white paper fan as him.

In the future, will the atmosphere of the martial arts world evolve into the white paper fan becoming a symbol of martial power?

This is even more absurd than having someone in straw sandals sit on the dragon's throne.

# This is very unfair to someone like him who relies solely on his intellect.

The thought that White Paper Fan might one day challenge him to a fight in the boxing ring makes Smiling Tiger feel like he could vomit blood.

"How about we find some time to learn a few tricks from the crow?"

"It's alright, the crow is just as bad as that mad dog."

The thought was quickly extinguished by Smiling Tiger. If he dared to speak, Crow would definitely dare to teach him, and then he would become Crow's punching bag.