Boss B called in Chen Haonan and spoke to him alone in the private room:
“Ah Nan, Liang Zai Jun has been staying on the second floor of the Carnival Nightclub. You're responsible for taking him out; make sure to do it well this time.”
Boss B took a handgun out of the drawer and handed it to Chen Haonan.
“This is a Black Star, effective up to 50 meters. It has a magazine of eight bullets. Although the recoil is quite strong, at close range, there's almost no chance of survival once hit.”
“Ah Nan, have you used one before?”
Chen Haonan shook his head. After so many years in the underworld, he had always used a knife. In Hong Kong, using a gun would attract police attention, and even if he survived, he would be hunted down by the cops.
So generally, the small-time thugs in Hong Kong, except for those selling drugs, wouldn't use guns unless absolutely necessary.
“Brother B, Shan Ji has used a gun before; let him handle it.”
Boss B nodded, patted Chen Haonan on the shoulder, and said earnestly:
“Ah Nan, you are the one I have the most faith in. Once I retire, Causeway Bay will definitely be yours to rule!”
“Do it well; don’t embarrass Hong Xing!”
Chen Haonan nodded seriously. After he left, Boss B immediately called Mr. Jiang from Hong Xing to report on the recent events.
At 10 PM, Chen Haonan sat in a teahouse across the street. Bao Pi ran over and whispered:
“Liang Zai Jun went upstairs with Xiao Jie Ba two hours ago and hasn’t come down. He should still be inside.”
Upon hearing this, Shan Ji immediately said sourly:
“We’re out here working, and he’s in there with the ladies, and it’s been two hours. Does he have that much stamina?”
“Brother Nan, what’s wrong?”
Chen Haonan shot Shan Ji a glance. How come he never noticed before that Shan Ji had such a sharp tongue?
“Brother Nan is heartbroken; his girl is being taken by another man. You guys should keep your mouths shut.”
Da Tian Er, acting all warm and caring, was kicked aside by Chen Haonan. What kind of people were these little brothers?
“Alright! Stop messing around; we’re about to get down to business.”
“This time, Brother B has given us ten knife-wielders. I’ll personally lead the charge upstairs to take out Liang Zai Jun.”
“Shan Ji, you sneak in through the back and shoot him from behind. After you take care of Liang Zai Jun, I’ll arrange for you to go to Wan Dao.”
To be fair, Chen Haonan was well-prepared this time. Not only did he have the help of ten knife-wielders, but Shan Ji also had a gun.
This lineup was much stronger than when they took down Ba Bi, enough to take Liang Zai Jun seriously.
“Let’s move!”
Chen Haonan led the charge, with Da Tian Er, Bao Pi, and the other ten knife-wielders each wielding a meter-long machete, rushing into the nightclub from the front.
The nightclub hadn’t been renovated or opened yet, and only two small-time thugs were guarding the door. Seeing a dozen strong men approaching with knives, they mustered their courage and shouted:
“What do you want? Ah!”
These two were not even the death warriors of Lian Sheng, just ordinary thugs summoned by Yang Jun. After being ambushed, they were quickly taken down by Chen Haonan in just a few moves.
Now Chen Haonan felt a sense of superiority again. He tossed his hair back, wearing a leather jacket and pants, and adjusted his ear.
Feeling quite good about himself, he disdainfully said:
“These Lian Sheng thugs are nothing special; they were easily scared off by me.”
Chen Haonan charged up the stairs, shouting:
“Liang Zai Jun, today I, Chen Haonan, have come to collect you!”
Yang Jun had already heard the commotion downstairs and signaled Xiao Jie Ba to stay quiet while he hid behind the door.
As Chen Haonan rushed in, he seemed to trip over something and lost his balance, falling to the ground.
“Damn! What was that?”
Just as Chen Haonan was about to get up and continue attacking, he felt a gun pressed against his forehead.
“Don’t move; if you do, I’ll shoot you!”
Yang Jun stepped out from the shadows with a sinister smile. Da Tian Er and Bao Pi were startled by the scene, holding their knives but too scared to act.
“Surprised? Unexpected?”
“What era is it, still running around with a machete...”
Chen Haonan felt a wave of anger wash over him; he had just made a grand entrance, only to be intimidated by a handgun.
What was Liang Zai Jun thinking, carrying a gun around? Was he that afraid of dying?
Chen Haonan was frustrated, but he had to avenge his brothers, so he shouted to Da Tian Er and the others:
“Don’t worry about me! Take them down! Avenge Chao Pi!”
Yang Jun shot Chen Haonan in the thigh, and with a bang, the bullet pierced through his leg.
“Fuck you! Did you think the gun in my hand was fake?”
At that moment, over twenty brothers charged up the stairs. They were all death warriors, led by Pu Guang, dressed in a black trench coat, black sunglasses, and white gloves, wielding a machete.
“Take them down! How dare they come to kill our boss!”
Pu Guang, tall and strong, swung his knife down onto Da Tian Er’s shoulder, causing him to scream and fall to the ground.
With their boss Chen Haonan captured, the Hong Xing thugs couldn’t hold out for three minutes before they were all subdued.
Sharp knives were held to the throats of the Hong Xing thugs, and no one dared to move.
Chen Haonan was in a panic, but he was powerless, clutching his gunshot wound on his thigh and wailing in agony.
On the other side, Shan Ji was even more unfortunate. Just as he entered through the back alley, he saw a Shamate dressed in white standing in the moonlight, coldly staring at him.
“Fuck your mother, good dogs don’t block the way, get lost!”
Shan Ji shouted, but the man across, A Ji, shook his head, his cold gaze fixed on Shan Ji.
“Come on! I’ll kill you.”
Just as Shan Ji was about to raise his gun, A Ji moved first.
A Ji flicked a dagger from his sleeve, and it sliced through the air in a perfect arc, pinning Shan Ji’s gun hand to the wall behind him.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! I’m fucked!”
Shan Ji cried out in pain, unable to hold onto his gun, which fell to the ground, his eyes filled with terror!
Was this guy even human? He threw a hidden weapon faster than he could shoot? A martial arts master?
A Ji rushed over, pulled the dagger from Shan Ji’s hand, and swiftly slashed him dozens of times, moving so fast it was dazzling.
One slash, two slashes, a total of thirty-six slashes, Shan Ji’s screams echoed as new wounds appeared on his body.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!!!”
After A Ji finished, he admired his handiwork and said with a smug tone:
“In front of me, you don’t have a chance to shoot.”
A Ji finally revealed a cold smile on his face, took off his sunglasses, and put them on Shan Ji, satisfied with his artistic creation.
Killing is an art, and A Ji always enjoyed it.