Ma Fu Rong, although begging for mercy with his mouth, was planning in his heart to wait until Yang Jun and his people left, then gather a few dozen people to ambush them, taking revenge for all the suffering he had endured today.
Yang Jun saw the hatred in Ma Fu Rong's eyes, but little fear.
Little guy! I can still take care of a pimp like you.
“You don't want money, but I do. How do we settle this account today?”
“Ma Fu Rong, you had your men chop at me today, causing me serious losses.”
“Five million isn't too much, right? I won't leave without it!”
What? This is not too much?
Ma Fu Rong was speechless. I haven't even cared about the million I owe you, and now you're getting on my nerves.
“Jun Ge, you didn't suffer any losses! My men suffered the most. My medical bills are going to be hundreds of thousands!”
Looking at the broken limbs of his Number Gang men scattered all over the ground, Ma Fu Rong was heartbroken. This loss was heavy.
“Fuck you! My mental anguish doesn't count?!”
Yang Jun changed his expression in a flash. He picked up a watermelon knife from the ground and plunged it into Ma Fu Rong's thigh.
“Aaaaah~ I...”
“I don't have the money! I'll fuck your mother, I don't believe you'll really kill me.”
Ma Fu Rong was also pushed to the limit. He had been out in the world for so long and had never suffered such treatment. Now he was desperate.
He couldn't help but curse, threatening Yang Jun:
“Hong Kong is a law-abiding society, killing is illegal, don't go crazy!”
Yang Jun was amused. A pimp like Ma Fu Rong was talking about Hong Kong being a law-abiding society?
You think you're a legitimate businessman? You're a gangster!
“Ma Fu Rong, aren't you ashamed? You're making the Number Gang lose face.”
“Skinny, come over here and pull his hand straight for me.”
Skinny, at this point, was no longer afraid. He walked over and pressed Ma Fu Rong firmly against the table.
“Pretty Boy Jun, don't go crazy!”
Yang Jun grinned, picked up the watermelon knife, and with a single swing, the enormous force brought down the blade, severing Ma Fu Rong's right hand at the wrist.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!”
A heart-shattering scream rang out. Ma Fu Rong wailed in agony, rolling around on the floor.
This was too cruel! Ma Fu Rong was in so much pain that he was about to faint.
This Pretty Boy Jun was too crazy, crazy beyond measure. He just chops off hands like that?
Are you afraid of the cops? What kind of grudge is this?
Ma Fu Rong was scared, truly scared! This Pretty Boy Jun was insane, even crazier than Big D!
Yang Jun, however, calmly observed everything, then asked coldly.
“Money or not? Grab his other hand.”
Ma Fu Rong finally couldn't take it anymore. I surrender, I admit defeat!
“I surrender, I have money, I'll get it for you now.”
Yang Jun nodded with satisfaction. He actually didn't want to be so ruthless, but the system was too unruly, making him go bad!
“Help me stop the bleeding! I'm gonna die!
“Don't stall, get the money first!”
Skinny kicked Ma Fu Rong in the side, feeling extremely good! He had been beaten up by Ma Fu Rong before, now the tables had turned, following Jun Ge, he was in the money!
Ma Fu Rong had no choice but to open the safe in the room. People in the racket don't keep money in the bank.
If they were ever caught, the money in the bank would be confiscated by the Hong Kong government. So the bosses all have a safe in their rooms to store cash.
Ma Fu Rong had been in the sex industry for so many years, it wasn't difficult for him to come up with five million.
Skinny held a black leather briefcase and smiled at Yang Jun, saying:
“Jun Ge, five million in hand, we're out!”
Yang Jun nodded and said to Ma Fu Rong with a smile:
“If you want revenge, come find me at Yee Wo Street, but next time it won't be five million.”
Ma Fu Rong shivered and shook his head quickly. He had suffered a heavy loss this time, and Pretty Boy Jun had completely terrified him.
This pretty boy looked harmless, but he was insane, cutting off hands without batting an eye!
“No, no, I won't!”
Yang Jun left the brothel, humming a tune. Only Skinny was still confused.
Jun Ge was too awesome, not only did he get his sister back without spending a dime, but he also blackmailed Ma Fu Rong for five million.
So awesome, Jun Ge is too awesome.
“Jun Ge, thank you...”
Skinny was filled with admiration and gratitude for Yang Jun. He had made up his mind, he was going to sell his soul to Jun Ge for life.
Yang Jun smiled lightly and simply waved his hand.
“We're all brothers, no need for that!”
These words moved Skinny, who was already over 30, to tears. Jun Ge considered him a brother, this life was worth it!
“Jun Ge, where are we going?”
Skinny was the first to jump into the car, being very attentive. Now, even if Jun Ge told him to die, he wouldn't hesitate.
“Back to the nightclub!”
The Crazy Nightclub was now Yang Jun's headquarters. Yang Jun had already converted a bedroom on the second floor of the nightclub, and he and the little stutterer usually lived there.
“Ding! Host successfully extorted 5 million in mental anguish compensation from Ma Fu Rong, meeting the award criteria of the Zero Yuan Purchase System. Awarding 10 death warriors.”
Yang Jun's eyes lit up. There's a reward for this too?
The Zero Yuan Purchase System was amazing. Not only did he get 5 million in cash, he also got 10 death warriors, double the happiness!
Yang Jun had already witnessed the power of death warriors, they were the essential tools for any gang.
Ding-a-ling, Yang Jun's Big Brother rang. Skinny in the driver's seat handed the Big Brother to Yang Jun.
“Jun Ge, your phone!”
In the early 1980s, there were already mobile phones, called Big Brother, they were as hard and big as bricks, certainly couldn't fit in your pocket.
Holding a Big Brother was impressive, but very inconvenient.
Wealthy people usually had their drivers hold their Big Brothers. Yang Jun also bought one, costing tens of thousands, and it could only be used for calls within Hong Kong.
He usually had Skinny hold it for him. Yang Jun took the phone and answered.
“Ajun, it's Chicken, get here immediately.”
Yang Jun frowned. This Chicken never called him, what was going on?
“Got it, Big Brother.”
Yang Jun was still respectful on the surface. The 14K valued seniority the most. Publicly defying their boss would be looked down upon by people in the underworld.