The Crow finally couldn't hold back any longer; in Hong Kong, no one could flip his table!
"Get rid of him!"
The dark-clad underlings of the East Star rushed forward, numbering over a hundred, surrounding Yang Jun and his dozen or so men in the center.
"Crow, are you trying to bully me with your numbers?"
"What if I am? I have over a hundred people here; you won't be leaving today."
"Pretty Boy Jun, you're dead today!"
The Crow felt confident now; a hundred against a dozen was an unbeatable advantage—more people meant more power!
But Yang Jun was not afraid; instead, he mockingly asked:
"Oh really? Who did you say has more people? Are you relying on your numbers to bully me?"
Beside him, A-Ji scoffed, made a phone call, and soon a commotion erupted outside. One by one, the underlings of Lian Sheng appeared at both ends of the street, blocking the entrance of the East Star Bar, a dense crowd stretching as far as the eye could see.
Damn! The Crow was stunned at this scene. How did Lian Sheng gather so many men?
"Crow, just hold on; there are over a thousand people outside. Even a single spit from each of them could drown us."
Smiling Tiger's face turned pale as he hurriedly tried to dissuade him, urging him not to act impulsively.
The Crow shot a glare at Smiling Tiger. What are you talking about? It's not you who's getting beaten up.
"Stop! I'm the police inspector of Wan Chai; everyone stay put."
The foreign inspector finally couldn't sit still any longer, standing up to show his badge.
"I'm here to drink today and don't want to see any unpleasantness."
Seeing the inspector step in, Yang Jun walked up to him and smiled, saying:
"Today, let's give the inspector some face. Crow, don't let me see you wandering around Wan Chai again."
Yang Jun swaggered away, leaving the Crow and Smiling Tiger looking disheveled, with a red handprint still visible on the Crow's face.
The Crow's face darkened; he had never suffered such humiliation in his life!
"Damn it! I must kill him."
After the inspector left, the Crow leaned closer to Smiling Tiger, and the two whispered to each other.
"Get two kilograms of explosives and blow up the International Nightclub!"
"The cops will definitely seal off the nightclub, hehehe~"
The Crow was going crazy; he had been publicly slapped by Pretty Boy Jun, and the news would surely spread like wildfire in the underworld. How could he continue to survive on the streets?
Only by retaliating could he minimize the impact of this incident.
"Crow, are you really going to do this? This could lead to a deadly feud."
"Screw you! It's either me or Pretty Boy Jun."
On the East Star side, Yang Jun was completely unaware of their actions, and thus the situation escalated beyond expectations.
The next day during the day, the International Nightclub, the first in Hong Kong, experienced a violent explosion, shaking the entire Wan Chai area. Many citizens thought it was an earthquake.
"Jun, it's bad! Our nightclub has been blown up!"
What? Yang Jun was momentarily stunned by this news and quickly asked:
"Were there any casualties? Were any guests hurt?"
If there were casualties, as the owner, Yang Jun would bear significant responsibility.
"The incident occurred in the morning; the nightclub was closed, but unfortunately, one employee was killed in the explosion."
The deceased was a cleaner who was preparing to tidy up for the evening's opening. Being too diligent turned out to be unfortunate for this unlucky cleaner.
Upon hearing that only one person had died, Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, it wasn't a major issue.
"Feilong, take out 5 million for compensation for the deceased and handle the aftermath."
At this moment, Yang Jun was very angry; the consequences were severe!
"A-Ji, go out and gather some intel; find out who did this."
Yang Jun had too many enemies, and he wasn't even sure who had pulled the strings. But no matter who it was, anyone connected to this incident had to die!!!
With the nightclub blown up, the police naturally came to inquire, and Inspector Xu from the Wan Chai district came directly.
"Yang, I have something to ask you about the explosion at your nightclub."
Inspector Xu, around 35 years old, was seasoned and composed, treating Yang Jun politely because he knew Yang Jun was a billionaire.
In Hong Kong, the real power lies with the wealthy; whether police or lawyers, they all have to consider the wealthy's feelings.
What? If the police don't give you face, it's because you don't have enough money.
For such a perceptive person, Yang Jun certainly changed his attitude, smiling as he said:
"Li Sao, please serve tea to Inspector Xu."
In the living room, there were only the two of them; Inspector Xu's subordinates were in the garden, ensuring no one interrupted their conversation.
"Inspector Xu, feel free to ask whatever you need."
"Yang, have you offended anyone recently?"
"I've offended too many people; you know that. I started from the bottom and worked my way up to this position."
Yang Jun rambled on without getting to the point because he only wanted to resolve this issue through his own means.