Chapter 65: The Great Web Of Rules
After the meeting, Chen Wujun picked up the bag and left, his heart burning with excitement.
Before, he had fought tooth and nail just to grab a few tens of thousands.
This time, he got 1.2 million right away.
For a Walled City boy, this was an astronomical figure.
Enough for him to buy a unit in a high-end community like Mei Foo Sun Chuen, letting his family escape the Walled City—an astronomical figure.
‘Our group split… 4.4 million, handed over 5 million to the company, plus those IOUs, Senior Sister can still have at least ten million left.’
‘Plus the four Loan Shark Companies outside the Walled City will bring in a steady stream of income.’
‘And Xin Ye just moved his lips and took 5 million!’
‘Plus those gangs, who did nothing and got 12 Loan Shark Companies, plus the corresponding market share of these Loan Shark Companies…’
‘The higher the status, the higher the income, and just moving your lips gets you money… unlike us who still have to fight tooth and nail.’
Chen Wujun vaguely realized something in his heart.
‘Xin Ye, and those gang Dragon Heads… they formed the rules of the underground influence in East District 9, they are both the makers and supporters of the rules… even someone as strong as Senior Sister can’t break them.’
He suddenly realized that under these rules, strength was just an entry ticket.
Everyone had to follow these rules.
Unless one’s strength was enough to break and ignore all rules…
This was the first time he clearly touched and felt the existence of these rules.
Arriving at the Gambling Den, Chen Wujun took out 80,000 from the bag and threw it to Ah Fei and Curry: “One stack each for you two, 3000 each for the others, plus another 3000 for the injured, and the seriously injured will keep getting paid during recovery.”
“Thanks, Brother Jun!” Ah Fei immediately grinned, turned around and called in henchmen from outside, handing out the money one by one.
Chen Wujun felt good; in his current position, he could distribute money too.
After the money was handed out, Chen Wujun kept Ah Fei and Curry: “Get me some bank cards, reliable ones, best if the owners have disappeared.”
With such a large sum in hand now, he wasn’t at ease anywhere else; bank cards were a top priority.
“I know a guy who can get cards, he’s a son-in-law type, specializes in scamming prostitutes and illegal immigrants, has plenty of clean identities. His basic cards are 300, mid-tier 1000, top-tier 3000!” Curry said.
“Brother Jun, for people who disappeared, it’s the top-tier cards.”
Black market cards come in three types: the most basic ones, which might get reported lost or tracked by police anytime, worth only 300.
Mid-tier cards are made by brokers using real identities, but even the original owners don’t know, in dormant status, relatively safe for a while.
Top-tier cards are from people who died unexpectedly or went missing, completely vanished, owners will never report them lost.
These are very expensive, 3000 per card.
Hearing this price, Chen Wujun’s eyelid twitched.
One bank card costs 3000.
This Walled City had far broader grey industries beyond what he was now involved in and knew, covering all aspects.
As the saying goes, snakes have their paths, rats have their ways.
Countless people were part of these grey industries.
“Get ten top-tier cards, from all major banks.” Chen Wujun pulled out three stacks of cash and threw them to Curry.
These bank cards were pricey, but necessary.
The next day, Curry brought back three cards first, and Chen Wujun deposited half the money right away.
Over the next few days, the ten cards came back one after another; Chen Wujun spread the money across them before relaxing.
“Plus the money taken from the loan sharks before, and the Gambling Den’s monthly dividends, I still have 1.2 million now… maybe I should buy a car… after all, I’m not always staying in the Walled City. As for the rest, I don’t know what to do, maybe invest somewhere, but I know nothing about it…”
Back in school, he had envied others riding to and from school, especially those picked up by parents driving cars.
Now that he had the means, he immediately wanted to buy a car.
“Forget it, I can think about the car and investments after the Gambling Duel.” Chen Wujun set aside the thoughts of buying a car and investing.
“My Kung Fu is pretty much there now; practicing alone won’t improve much more, time to find people to spar with on posts.”
“Also need to train taking hits! In ordinary fights, it’s punch for punch, back and forth. But Kung Fu masters can’t; whether New Technique or Old Technique masters, their strength is extremely powerful, attacks devastating, so in clashes, one or two hits decide win or loss.”
“Back then, while constantly hitting posts with my knees and elbows and using medicine, the wounds kept healing and growing, until my knee and elbow bones were like steel. If other parts of my body could reach that level, even getting hit once or twice in a fight wouldn’t mean immediate serious injury.”
“But I need to ask Master about this… go inquire on Tuesday in two days.”
Thinking of this, Chen Wujun called Ah Fei: “Bring a few skilled guys, meet me on Guangming Street.”
“Brother Jun, bring weapons?”
“No need!”
After hanging up, Chen Wujun ate instant noodles made by A Yue, some marinated beef, then put on sportswear, went downstairs, waited a moment at the intersection of Long Jin Street and Guangming Street, and saw Ah Fei arrive with four henchmen.
“Brother Jun, what do you need us to do?”
“Nothing, just accompany me to practice Kung Fu!” Chen Wujun said.
“No problem!” Hearing this, Ah Fei patted his chest boldly, then suddenly remembered something, face like constipation: “Brother Jun, we agreed, no hitting the groin!”
“I still need it to carry on the family line!”
Chen Wujun had crushed that New Technique master’s balls at the Gambling Den that day, leaving a deep memory.
“Don’t worry!” Chen Wujun grinned and led them into the Martial Arts School.
Senior Brother Li was still sitting on the chair like a big Buddha drinking tea, no matter if Chen Wujun was there or not.
But Chen Wujun knew clearly his sect from top to bottom had no good people.
Whether Master, Senior Sister, or himself.
Everything had to be fought for and grabbed.
What about Senior Brother Li?
“Senior Brother, I brought some guys to spar Kung Fu with me!” Chen Wujun greeted.
Glancing over, Shufen was wearing old clothes sweeping the Martial Arts School; seeing him, she put her hand to her chest and waved faintly, like beckoning.
The group went to one side; Chen Wujun said to a henchman: “Come hit me.”
“Brother Jun, careful!” the henchman said.
Then he set up a modern combat stance and punched toward Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun instantly saw the opening under his armpit, used a Swallow Dips into Water movement technique to slip under his arm, and slapped his waist with a backhand.
“Continue!” Seeing the henchman stop, Chen Wujun said immediately.
This time the henchman jabbed two probing punches, then suddenly whipped a Whip Kick at Chen Wujun’s thigh.
At the instant he lifted his leg, Chen Wujun slid forward into his chest, double palms pushing him flying out like a tumbling gourd.
Chen Wujun turned to the others: “You guys come at me together.”
“Brother Jun, careful.” The henchmen saw Chen Wujun going easy, not using full strength, then stood in a circle surrounding him.
One directly kicked out; Chen Wujun slid his foot, spun his body into his chest, shook, arms spreading out, shoulders and upper arms shaking him flying, while forearms and palms whipped like a Whip toward the henchman’s groin but pulled back just as it extended.
The henchman just saw a blur before he flew out.
Nearby Ah Fei broke into cold sweat watching.
Chen Wujun’s attacks were too dirty, always going low.
If not pulled back in time, that henchman would’ve been done for.
Four henchmen attacking together didn’t pressure Chen Wujun much, until Ah Fei joined in, and he finally felt pressure.
Even if each henchman’s strength was far below his, numbers meant he couldn’t watch all sides, and his back had no eyes.
Chen Wujun’s mind stirred, body hair standing on end, entering on the verge of a great enemy state.
His senses became extremely sharp; others’ movement trajectories, footsteps rubbing the ground, even their breathing rhythm before powering up, all became exceptionally clear.
