The Carnival Nightclub was still doing great business, with many customers from Tsim Sha Tsui and Mong Kok coming over to have fun, making Yang Jun earn money hand over fist. Nightclubs were indeed a lucrative business!
"Feilong, how many underlings do we have now?"
In the past month, Yang Jun had clashed with Boss B on Yee Wo Street several times, all involving his loyal elite fighters, while a large number of ordinary underlings became cannon fodder, resulting in the deaths of four or five of them.
"Brother Jun, we already have over 200 underlings. If it weren't for your instruction to be selective, we could recruit even more."
Yang Jun took out a cigar, and Aji came over to light it for him.
"Why bring in useless trash? They only cause trouble."
"Next week, I want to open another big venue to expand the nightclub business. We need more people to manage the place, so let's keep recruiting."
"Understood, Brother Jun!"
Feilong had his own way of managing the nightclub; after all, whether it was one sheep or a flock, it was the same to him—just a bit more work for Feilong!
"Also, how's our arms business going?"
Yang Jun almost forgot about this matter; he was just the hands-off manager, only asking for results.
"Brother Jun, last month we sold 500 pieces, with a profit of 50,000."
Yang Jun frowned; this profit was a bit low. Wasn't the arms business supposed to be a high-profit industry?
"Brother Jun, our sales are too low. We have no connections to sell to the Middle East, the Golden Triangle, Colombia, or the U.S."
Feilong analyzed the situation, noting that the demand in Hong Kong, Macau, and the Bay Islands was not high, as these places had strict gun control.
"We must shift from domestic sales to exports to earn foreign exchange in US dollars to benefit from the arms market."
Shifting from domestic sales to exports, Yang Jun scoffed; how easy could that be!
Forget it, he thought. Anyway, money wasn't an issue right now. It seemed he would have to find some distributors to help sell the goods in the future.
Watching Feilong walk out, Yang Jun sighed. There were still too few business talents, leaving all the burdens on Feilong.
"Fuguang, I have something for you to handle. Do it like this..."
"Got it, Brother Jun."
Causeway Bay, Jili George Street.
Boss B stumbled out of his nightclub, with Chen Haonan following closely beside him, helping Boss B take a stroll down the street.
"Anan, don't worry, I will definitely take care of Liangzai Jun and avenge Shan Ji."
Upon hearing this, Chen Haonan was moved to tears; only Boss B truly cared for him in the Hongxing gang.
"Brother B, I know, a gentleman's revenge is never too late!"
Just as the two were expressing their brotherly bond, two vans sped towards them, and in an instant, dozens of masked men rushed out, wielding knives and cutting down three of Boss B's underlings.
Boss B usually had eight people around him, but now only five remained, struggling to fight back.
"Brother B, run! I'll hold them off!"
His loyal subordinate, Axiang, was slashed on the shoulder but stood in front of Fuguang, only to be kicked aside by Fuguang.
"Brother B, I'll get you out of here!"
Chen Haonan helped Boss B run wildly, but Boss B was too slow due to his drunken state.
"Chase after them! Don't let Boss B escape!"
Fuguang was about to pursue when Axiang clung tightly to his leg, which infuriated Fuguang:
"Fuck you, let go!"
Fuguang slashed at Axiang's hand, but Axiang let out a muffled grunt and refused to release his grip.
"Damn, you're quite loyal. I'll fulfill your wish!"
Fuguang stabbed Axiang in the heart, blood splattering onto Fuguang's face, and Axiang finally died.
"Ah~ Axiang!!! Ah ah ah!!!"
Boss B watched this scene, his eyes nearly bursting with rage, his heart bleeding! Axiang had been his brother for 30 years.
"Brother B, hurry up and go! They're catching up!"
Brother B and Chen Haonan hid in a small alley, using a trash can as cover, nervously watching the street outside.
A group of masked men hurriedly ran past, with Fuguang loudly directing his men.
"Chui Ji said we must kill Boss B, find him quickly!"
Before long, patrolling police arrived at the scene, and the masked men hurriedly fled in their vans.
Once the police left, Boss B burst out from behind the trash can, gritting his teeth and saying:
"Chui Ji, I will definitely kill you!"
Boss B was in a sorry state, with vegetable leaves stuck to his head. He had been slashed twice for running too slowly, and blood was still gushing from his back.
"Anan, help me take down Chui Ji. He must die!"
"Okay! I understand."
Chen Haonan nodded solemnly. Chui Ji was Liangzai Jun's boss, and he was likely involved in the killing of Shan Ji and Chaopi.
Damn it, I can't beat Liangzai Jun, but I can't even kill an old man?
Fuguang and the others removed their black hoods; he was exhausted from the act, much more than from actually killing someone.
"Next time, let Aji handle this. Damn, it nearly suffocated me!"
Clearly able to kill the opponent, yet he had to hold back and pretend to be unable to fight. He picked up a big mobile phone and dialed Yang Jun's number.
"Brother Jun, it's all taken care of!"
"Thanks for your hard work! Don't show your face for a while."
Fuguang had just killed Axiang in the street, and he would definitely be targeted by the police; he couldn't go out in public anymore and had to hide.