Chapter 115: I’m Here To Talk Business With Your Boss
“This is some information on local gangs that I had someone prepare.” Sha Jiu threw a few sheets of paper to Chen Wujun.
Chen Wujun took them and looked them over; they showed the approximate activity areas of several gangs and some confirmed assets.
Bei He Sect is the largest local gang, mainly active in District One’s Tongqi Street, Li Sun Avenue, and other places; this is the city center of West Dike, as well as Bincheng Market.
Xiong Long Gang is a mix of Huayan People and Luoyue People; both Huayan People and Luoyue People reject them, they are few in number but very ruthless in their actions, and their main activity area is the embankment area.
Pingchuan Gang was the largest local gang 30 years ago, but now its influence has shrunk by more than half; its main activity area is District Four, where it controls port loading and unloading at the riverbank docks, smuggling, and a large nearby area.
West Dike has two ports in total, one is the seaport, 40 kilometers from the city center.
The other is the river port.
Since entering the river port is easy to be checked, they got off the ship at the seaport.
Nanjin is a person’s name, one who has risen in the past decade or so; its main activity area is Xinping, which has a large number of slums, cheap rental housing, and small workshops.
“I got it.” Chen Wujun put away the information.
“Cun Bao will go with you, you’re in charge. I’ve arranged a few cars for you, but the drivers can’t be fully trusted.” Sha Jiu added.
“Don’t worry.”
A little later, Cun Bao and his men were also picked up.
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10 p.m., District Four; at this time, the riverbank port was not as busy as during the day, but the several streets on the outskirts of the port were at their most bustling.
Ruan Hui Avenue had dense pedestrian flow and was the main commercial street near the river port; the street was mostly full of various motorcycles and cars, with busy food stalls on both sides and women in ao dai or revealing clothes soliciting customers.
There were also various bars, KTVs, dance halls, and billiard halls flashing with neon lights; some bar signs were outlined in neon lights showing the silhouette of a woman.
Large numbers of sailors, workers, and locals were all here seeking pleasure.
Unlike Tongqi Street in District One, the entertainment here was more blatant and more affordable.
Several cars stopped at the intersection; Chen Wujun pushed open the car door, and Curry, Fa Zai, and Li Wei got out following him.
Floating in the street was the currently hottest《Love you a little more every day》, along with the aromas of various foods.
“What is this stuff?” Chen Wujun walked to a nearby food stall and frowned at the fried noodles on it.
“It’s blood cockle fried noodles, boss, delicious.”
“Fuck, it smells so fishy, is this something people can eat?” Chen Wujun grimaced and sauntered to the next stall.
“Fried spring rolls, give me one serving!”
He turned back to ask Curry and the others.
“Do you want any?”
“I want one too!” Curry said immediately.
“Me too!” Fa Zai and Li Wei were not polite either.
“All of them then, Curry pay!”
Moments later, Chen Wujun held a bag of fried spring rolls and walked along the roads on both sides, eyeing the plaques overhead.
Curry and the others behind him did the same, looking no different from ordinary tourists.
However, Chen Wujun’s recent height had also reached 1.77 meters, while all three of Curry’s group exceeded 1.8 meters.
Compared to the slim local Luoyue People, the group was a head taller, their muscles seeming able to burst their clothes.
“Boss, come play? Come play?” Two women in revealing clothes with good looks came up wanting to pull Curry.
Chen Wujun immediately became displeased and slapped Curry on the back of the head.
“Curry, don’t always walk in front of me; people who don’t know would think you’re my boss!”
At the entrance of an alley next to a bar, two Luoyue men in dark short-sleeved shirts, somewhat skinny but with fierce demeanors, were squatting there smoking; while smoking, they casually talked about how someone had been recruiting blade hands to chop people these past couple of days but had run into a tough opponent.
After all, with so many dead, such a big event had spread everywhere.
And these people had the most up-to-date news.
Then their vision went dark as a tall man stood in front of them.
The two looked up, stood up, and said: “Boss, looking for some fun?”
Chen Wujun threw the paper bag with the spring rolls to Curry; his hands, like palm fans, grabbed their faces and dragged them into the alley.
The two struggled while pulling out folding knives from their waists; before they could open the knives, Chen Wujun slammed them against the wall, leaving them dizzy.
“Cover their mouths!”
Chen Wujun lifted his foot and stomped on one man’s palm, crushing it; the man immediately let out an inhuman wail from his throat, but it was mostly muffled.
Chen Wujun then smilingly lifted his foot and stomped on the other man’s ankle.
The man’s eyes were full of fear, shaking his head begging; the next second it turned into a wail.
“I ask, you answer.”
The two nodded frantically, eyes full of fear.
This guy had wordlessly crushed their hands and feet first; such ruthless methods couldn’t help but terrify them.
“Are you from Pingchuan Gang?” Chen Wujun asked, looking down.
“No, we’re not…” The two’s eyes were full of indignation.
They had just thought they’d offended someone, but the guy had crushed their hands and feet right away, only to ask about Pingchuan Gang.
“Not from Pingchuan Gang, then why look so fierce?” Chen Wujun was immediately extremely displeased and kicked one in the stomach, then continued asking:
“Do you know where Ruan Fuxiong, Chen Jinyong, and Chen Zhonghong are?”
Besides Ruan Mingjin, the most important people in Pingchuan Gang were Ruan Fuxiong, Chen Jinyong, and Chen Zhonghong.
Chen Wujun planned to find them one by one.
“We don’t know… Boss we really don’t know, Pingchuan Gang people definitely know; they’re at Pearl Karaoke, that’s their place…” The two begged bitterly.
Curry looked at Chen Wujun, asking with his eyes how to deal with these two.
“Handle it as you see fit.” Chen Wujun turned and walked out; knowing the place was enough.
Curry thought for a moment and kicked each one in the head.
As for whether they lived or died didn’t matter; dead was fine, alive was fine, as long as they didn’t wake up for a while.
After some time, Chen Wujun found Pearl Karaoke, one of the largest here.
The karaoke manager saw the physiques of the entering group and his eyes shrank.
As manager, he had an eye for this; such builds were usually new technique martial artists.
Especially the leading man, with his sturdy build, steady steps, and an unabashed flamboyant aura, immediately showed he was no ordinary person.
The manager signaled others to be careful and prepare to notify the people behind the scenes, while smiling and hurrying over: “Gentlemen bosses, welcome!”
Before the words finished, a palm-fan-like big hand grabbed his head, nearly lifting him up.
The manager painfully tried to pry off the fingers on his head with both hands, but Chen Wujun’s hand was like iron pliers.
The next second, the manager’s head was released, and he fell to the ground.
Chen Wujun looked down at him and grinned:
“Go find your boss; I came to chat business with him!”
At this time, the receptionist was cowering behind the bar dialing the telephone; Chen Wujun ignored her, letting her call.
“Huayan guy, do you know whose turf this is?” The manager mustered his courage.
“Whose it was before doesn’t matter; what matters is whose it is from now on!” Chen Wujun said smilingly.
The manager’s eyes showed disbelief; he thought these guys’ courage had grown fur.
Even if they were new technique martial artists, daring to come rob turf with just four people—did they think they were the only new technique martial artists?
“You can still leave now.” The manager took a deep breath.
Hearing hurried footsteps from the corridor after the corner, Chen Wujun kicked the manager, sending him sliding along the ground.
In the corridor, seven or eight muscular Luoyue men strode over menacingly to see who was causing trouble, and then the manager slid right to them.
“Fuck!” The leader’s face quickly darkened; he stepped out from the corner in a few steps and saw four tall, burly men standing in the lobby.
One look at their builds and the pressure they exuded made his heart jump.
But he couldn’t show weakness now, and said fiercely: “Who are you people?”
Chen Wujun tilted his head slightly; Li Wei immediately leaped over like a giant ape, advancing with a mountain-splitting strike to the man’s face—this blow crisp and fast, like a whip with a hammer tied to the end, directly leaving the man dizzy.
The other Luoyue men saw this and immediately pulled out knives from behind.
But before they could draw them, Li Wei burrowed into the crowd, his hands striking continuously.
His arms were hard as iron; even bare-handed strikes made cracking sounds, and hitting bodies felt like being lashed by an iron whip.
By the time he passed through the crowd, the ground was littered with bodies.
“Get someone to watch the lobby.” Chen Wujun instructed.
“Find a room and drag these guys in!”
He then walked behind the bar; the female receptionist shrieked and shrank into the corner, trembling, eyes tearful.
Chen Wujun glanced at the female receptionist, bent down to open the drawer and rummage, finding a pack of cigarettes.
Bars in such places usually had cigarettes for secret sale.
He tore open the packaging, took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked down at the receptionist: “Are there still people upstairs?”
The receptionist looked at him in terror.
Chen Wujun’s expression immediately turned unfriendly; he squatted in front of her: “Born unable to speak?”
“I saw you talking pretty fast on the phone earlier!”
“If you don’t want to talk, you won’t talk anymore in the future.”
“There are people… there are people upstairs…” The receptionist said trembling.
Chen Wujun then headed upstairs.
Upstairs, he saw two tall men standing in the corridor, clearly new technique martial artists.
“What do you want?” Seeing Chen Wujun’s build, the two immediately became alert.
Chen Wujun stomped his foot and instantly crossed five or six meters; his big hand whipped through with wind.
One immediately lifted his foot to kick, but as soon as it rose, Chen Wujun stomped it down, then slapped his head, sending him crashing into the wall and sliding down.
The other new technique martial artist broke into a cold sweat at Chen Wujun’s movements—they were too fast, strikes swift as thunder.
In an instant, he knew the two of them were no match.
While shouting loudly:
“Enemies!”
He quickly retreated backward.
But Chen Wujun was faster, stepping in front of him; his right hand whipped down like a swung iron whip.
The new technique martial artist hurriedly raised both hands to block; upon contact, his arms ached terribly, unable to hold, then a whip hand struck his head, sending him sprawling.
Chen Wujun turned to the door where the two had stood and pushed it open, immediately feeling a fierce wind in his face.
A big hand clawed at his face like a tiger claw.
‘Looks like I found the main guy!’
Seeing the momentum of the tiger claw, Chen Wujun knew he had the right one.
Chen Wujun immediately stepped back; the opponent’s tiger claw followed like a shadow, still aiming straight for his face.
But Chen Wujun’s body suddenly expanded a full circle, hands clasping into fists and bowing forward—Master’s Three Bows.
This bow was like a cannon blasting out, fierce and brutal; the man in the room felt a gale in his face, unable to breathe, and was startled.
The man in the room pressed hands on Chen Wujun’s fists, intending to snap the tendons and bones on his hands, but upon contact both hands went numb from the shock; Chen Wujun’s hands then arced in front of him, bombing out faster and fiercer.
The opponent was terrified out of his wits but had no time to dodge, barely raising hands in front.
Boom!
The whole person flew back and smashed into the wall.
