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The Hidden Billionaire Chapter 47

Chapter 47 He Has a Gun!

The Black Dragon and Red Lantern were often at odds with each other, causing troubles and starting fights. Junran’s disposition towards the two gangs had always been distant and uncaring, more or less turning a blind eye to them so long as they keep themselves off Junran’s properties.

One of the girls was called Yan, and seemed to be the most outgoing and talkative one out of the group. She said, “The Chen’s, they’re in it together with the Black Dragons! So long as the Black Dragons get the money, they’d do anything short of killing their own mother! Oh, but don’t tell anyone what I just said, I… I’m… also afraid of them…”

So that was how it is, now I could finally began to understand just how the Chen’s were able to do what they do.

“You girls, if any of you are willing to be my people, I’ll make sure that you’ll be well paid.”

As soon as I finished my sentence, Yan immediately dropped to her knees in the rain, and reached out to loosen my pants.

I did bring it upon myself I guess, since I knew full well that they were in the business that they’re in, but I just hadn’t expected that they would be as direct and upfront about it. They almost got into my pants, if my reflex wasn’t quick enough about securing my belt around my pants. I waved them away.

“Mr. Zhang, didn’t you say just then to be your people?”

I quickly looked around. Though there weren’t any passerby due to the heavy rain, this was still right at the front entrance of the Devil’s Eyes. These girls were daring enough to do it right in the open public!

I backed off a little, “You… I… step back a little. What I mean is, help me to keep an eye out here. If anything unusual happens, tell me immediately. If any one of you will do that for me, I promise that you will be well paid. I’ll be frank with you girls, if you betray me or sell me out to the Chen’s, I probably wouldn’t do anything to you. I’m not like the Black Dragons. But, I’m just saying, if you don’t want to work the streets and sell your youth for the rest of your lives, if you want to have a decent job and live a decent life, I can make it happen.”

I looked at their faces, their makeup ruined and a complete mess under the rain. I knew that out of these girls, some of them were bound to have a loose tongue to either the Chen’s or the Black Dragon, but I cared not. The terms that I proposed was a million times better than what either of them can offer, there must be someone willing to help, or willing to take my money to be precise.

The girls all looked at each other and laughed awkwardly. They nodded and said yes, all of them, but I knew that most of them weren’t serious about it.

I wanted to know more about Jiang Ming, but I couldn’t afford to bring his name up here, not with so many eyes watching and ears listening. I’ll have to wait and see if one of them would be willing to contact me later, in private.

Instead, I asked, “Did someone who went by the name Zhao Zichen came to drink today?”

“Mister, you’re here for that good for nothing?” Yan asked in return.

I was more than a little surprised to hear that. As it turned out, Zhao Zichen seemed to be a regular around here.

“He is inside?”

“He is in, of course he is in. But mister, I suggest you turn around and go away for now. He is in trouble, someone is coming for him!”

As soon as she finished, the entrance was busted open and someone came flying out, obviously involuntarily. He landed on his back, and rolled around on the ground from the pain. Then he sat up and pointed, and yelled, “Zhao! Zi! Chen!”

The girls saw what happened, and went around to help him up. Only now was I able to take a good look at his face. It was Jin, from the Black Dragon.

Amongst the chaos, Yan secretly gave me a knowing glance, and I understood. This woman would contact me later. I walked up, and secretly stuffed a piece of paper with my number on it into her hand while everyone else busied themselves with helping Jin back onto his feet.

Never looking back, I continued on and went inside the Devil’s Eyes.

In the large and crowded pub, there was a clearing in the center. Surrounded by an angry crowd, a young man with flowing long hair stood at its center, holding a glass in his hand. Behind him, were a few young men and girls, trembling in fear, definitely not the type that frequents this place.

“Zhao Zichen, you dared raising your hand against our brother Jin! Today, you’re not walking out of that door without losing a limb or two!”

All eyes around him burned with a lust for blood, a little like what happened back at the Night Wolves. Looking around, I could see quite a few familiar faces. Most of them were the same crowd that went with Jin to corner Hong that night at the Spring Gardens.

“Yeah! That’s right!”

The crowd all shouted, their voice so loud that they could raise the roof. From the looks of things, they were mad enough with this man standing before them that they could swallow him whole.

Under watchful eyes, Zhao Zichen raised his glass high and gulped down its content in one go. Then he opened his mouth, as if to say something. Everyone looked at him nervously.

Then he burped.

A loud and long burp.

“See, what did I tell you? Don’t come to this place. Don’t come to this place. But no, you just had to come to this stinking hole. Now look what you got yourselves into. Really, you lot are all good boys and good girls, what are you even thinking coming to a place like this? So you can go back and show off to your friends how much of a badass you are? I want a formal written letter of apology from each and every one of you, on my desk at the hospital tomorrow morning.”

It was as if Zhao Zichen was completely unfazed by all the eyes locked onto him from all around. Instead, he even began to turn around and lecture the little doctors and nurses behind him.

Jin’s men were so mad that they might throw themselves at him any seconds now, and the little doctors were almost at the verge of tears, but Zhao Zichen seemed to pay no mind to anything at all. He poured himself another glass of spirit, and drank it up again, like he was in his own back garden.

I found a spot somewhat close by. Leaning against the table, I folded my arms and observed this little show that he put on.

This Zhao Zichen doesn’t look like the good little boy that his father said he was. Far from it. But, with so many of Jin’s men surrounding him, I just had to see what he still has up his sleeves to get himself out of this one.

“Screw it.” Someone from the crowd mutter, then growled and yelled, “Get him!”

All the Black Dragons grabbed whatever weapons they had or whatever that looked like it would pass for one, and threw themselves at Zhao Zichen and the people behind him.

All of a sudden, all hell broke loose. From all around were sounds of things breaking, and people screaming. Looking at the crowd that rushed to bury Zhao Zichen in, I kicked myself for not stepping in sooner. I squeezed myself in and swam through the crowd towards him. At least, I need to make sure that Uncle Zhao’s little boy doesn’t get hurt too badly, since I did promise him that I’d protect him.

But the noise only went on for a few seconds, and soon, silence fell all around again. Everyone stopped moving, and froze in place paralyzed and petrified.

Somehow, from God knows where, Zhao Zichen procured a refined looking decorated handgun, and had it held right up against the leader’s nose in between his eyes. The man who took lead still has a chair in his hand, raised high up in the air and was going to smash it down on Zhao Zichen, but now it simply remained in the air. His legs trembled, and his eyes stared cross eyed at the gun barrel in between.

Zhao Zichen tensed, and then burped again. But this time, no one dared to make even a sound at him.

Zhao Zichen squinted with his drunk and sleepy eyes, and even faltered for a bit in his footsteps, but his gun never left the leader’s face. He slurred, tapping the leader’s skull with the tip of the gun barrel, “Bao, you little bastard, look at you, so stupid, something wrong with your brain? Yes, something’s definitely wrong with your brain. Tell you what, I’m not that bad of a neurosurgeon, here, let me blow a hole open and look at it for you.”

“No… no… thank you… Zhao, brother… look, I’m wrong, we’re all wrong. Just… enjoy your drink, and food…” Bao was almost about to get down to his knees and beg, if he wasn’t even more afraid that Zhao Zichen might accidentally took it as a sign of aggression in his drunken haze, and decided to squeeze the trigger.

“Drink?” Setting his glass down and randomly taking a half finished bottle on the table, Zhao Zichen glanced passingly at the label, and then suddenly brought the bottle down right onto Bao’s head. “You drink!”

Liquid streamed down Bao’s face, booze and blood. It looked so painful that I cringed a little inside, but Bao didn’t dare say anything else except for forcing a smile on his face and said, “Yes, brother, you’re right, it tastes good.”

Then Zhao Zichen laughed and said to the little doctors and nurses behind him, “You lot, go home now. Now that you’ve been here and seen this place, you’d have plenty to brag about to your boyfriends and girlfriends right? Go home now, and never come to this place again. This isn’t a place you belong. Oh, and don’t forget about the written apology, at least 5000 words, I want to see it on my desk first thing in the morning tomorrow.”

“Vice Department Head, can it be a little less…”

“I said get lost. You don’t really think you can bargain with your Vice Department Head do you?”

“Vice Department Head, you’re not coming with us?”

Zhao Zichen laughed as if he just heard a joke, “Me? I still got booze I want to drink.”

The little doctors began to walk away without Zhao Zichen, albeit gingerly and reluctantly. I don’t blame them, for not wanting to leave him. He has a gun in his hand, and that means that he was the person that needed the least amount of protection out of all of them.

After they left, Zhao Zichen resumed drinking by himself, glass after glass. A while later, long enough for those doctors to have called a cab and got away, he laughed and set his glass squarely on the table, and began swaggering towards the exit as if all the Black Dragons around him were nothing but air.

Wherever he went, people gave way. They may be mad at him, but what else could they do?

They may be tough, or able to smash up tables and kick a hole through the wall, but in the end, all lives are equal when set in front of a gun barrel.

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The Hidden Billionaire Chapter 47

The Hidden Billionaire Chapter 47

Chapter 47 He Has a Gun! The Black Dragon and Red Lantern were often at odds with each other, causing troubles and starting fights. Junran’s disposition towards the two gangs had always been distant and uncaring, more or less turning a blind eye to them so long as they keep themselves off Junran’s properties. One of the girls was called Yan, and seemed to be the most outgoing and talkative one out of the group. She said, “The Chen’s, they’re in it together with the Black Dragons! So long as the Black Dragons get the money, they’d do anything short of killing their own mother! Oh, but don’t tell anyone what I just said, I... I’m... also afraid of them...” So that was how it is, now I could finally began to understand just how the Chen’s were able to do what they do. “You girls, if any of you are willing to be my people, I’ll make sure that you’ll be well paid.” As soon as I finished my sentence, Yan immediately dropped to her knees in the rain, and reached out to loosen my pants. I did bring it upon myself I guess, since I knew full well that they were in the business that they’re in, but I just hadn’t expected that they would be as direct and upfront about it. They almost got into my pants, if my reflex wasn’t quick enough about securing my belt around my pants. I waved them away. “Mr. Zhang, didn’t you say just then to be your people?” I quickly looked around. Though there weren’t any passerby due to the heavy rain, this was still right at the front entrance of the Devil’s Eyes. These girls were daring enough to do it right in the open public! I backed off a little, “You... I... step back a little. What I mean is, help me to keep an eye out here. If anything unusual happens, tell me immediately. If any one of you will do that for me, I promise that you will be well paid. I’ll be frank with you girls, if you betray me or sell me out to the Chen’s, I probably wouldn’t do anything to you. I’m not like the Black Dragons. But, I’m just saying, if you don’t want to work the streets and sell your youth for the rest of your lives, if you want to have a decent job and live a decent life, I can make it happen.” I looked at their faces, their makeup ruined and a complete mess under the rain. I knew that out of these girls, some of them were bound to have a loose tongue to either the Chen’s or the Black Dragon, but I cared not. The terms that I proposed was a million times better than what either of them can offer, there must be someone willing to help, or willing to take my money to be precise. The girls all looked at each other and laughed awkwardly. They nodded and said yes, all of them, but I knew that most of them weren’t serious about it. I wanted to know more about Jiang Ming, but I couldn’t afford to bring his name up here, not with so many eyes watching and ears listening. I’ll have to wait and see if one of them would be willing to contact me later, in private. Instead, I asked, “Did someone who went by the name Zhao Zichen came to drink today?” “Mister, you’re here for that good for nothing?” Yan asked in return. I was more than a little surprised to hear that. As it turned out, Zhao Zichen seemed to be a regular around here. “He is inside?” “He is in, of course he is in. But mister, I suggest you turn around and go away for now. He is in trouble, someone is coming for him!” As soon as she finished, the entrance was busted open and someone came flying out, obviously involuntarily. He landed on his back, and rolled around on the ground from the pain. Then he sat up and pointed, and yelled, “Zhao! Zi! Chen!” The girls saw what happened, and went around to help him up. Only now was I able to take a good look at his face. It was Jin, from the Black Dragon. Amongst the chaos, Yan secretly gave me a knowing glance, and I understood. This woman would contact me later. I walked up, and secretly stuffed a piece of paper with my number on it into her hand while everyone else busied themselves with helping Jin back onto his feet. Never looking back, I continued on and went inside the Devil’s Eyes. In the large and crowded pub, there was a clearing in the center. Surrounded by an angry crowd, a young man with flowing long hair stood at its center, holding a glass in his hand. Behind him, were a few young men and girls, trembling in fear, definitely not the type that frequents this place. “Zhao Zichen, you dared raising your hand against our brother Jin! Today, you’re not walking out of that door without losing a limb or two!” All eyes around him burned with a lust for blood, a little like what happened back at the Night Wolves. Looking around, I could see quite a few familiar faces. Most of them were the same crowd that went with Jin to corner Hong that night at the Spring Gardens. “Yeah! That’s right!” The crowd all shouted, their voice so loud that they could raise the roof. From the looks of things, they were mad enough with this man standing before them that they could swallow him whole. Under watchful eyes, Zhao Zichen raised his glass high and gulped down its content in one go. Then he opened his mouth, as if to say something. Everyone looked at him nervously. Then he burped. A loud and long burp. “See, what did I tell you? Don’t come to this place. Don’t come to this place. But no, you just had to come to this stinking hole. Now look what you got yourselves into. Really, you lot are all good boys and good girls, what are you even thinking coming to a place like this? So you can go back and show off to your friends how much of a badass you are? I want a formal written letter of apology from each and every one of you, on my desk at the hospital tomorrow morning.” It was as if Zhao Zichen was completely unfazed by all the eyes locked onto him from all around. Instead, he even began to turn around and lecture the little doctors and nurses behind him. Jin’s men were so mad that they might throw themselves at him any seconds now, and the little doctors were almost at the verge of tears, but Zhao Zichen seemed to pay no mind to anything at all. He poured himself another glass of spirit, and drank it up again, like he was in his own back garden. I found a spot somewhat close by. Leaning against the table, I folded my arms and observed this little show that he put on. This Zhao Zichen doesn’t look like the good little boy that his father said he was. Far from it. But, with so many of Jin’s men surrounding him, I just had to see what he still has up his sleeves to get himself out of this one. “Screw it.” Someone from the crowd mutter, then growled and yelled, “Get him!” All the Black Dragons grabbed whatever weapons they had or whatever that looked like it would pass for one, and threw themselves at Zhao Zichen and the people behind him. All of a sudden, all hell broke loose. From all around were sounds of things breaking, and people screaming. Looking at the crowd that rushed to bury Zhao Zichen in, I kicked myself for not stepping in sooner. I squeezed myself in and swam through the crowd towards him. At least, I need to make sure that Uncle Zhao’s little boy doesn't get hurt too badly, since I did promise him that I’d protect him. But the noise only went on for a few seconds, and soon, silence fell all around again. Everyone stopped moving, and froze in place paralyzed and petrified. Somehow, from God knows where, Zhao Zichen procured a refined looking decorated handgun, and had it held right up against the leader’s nose in between his eyes. The man who took lead still has a chair in his hand, raised high up in the air and was going to smash it down on Zhao Zichen, but now it simply remained in the air. His legs trembled, and his eyes stared cross eyed at the gun barrel in between. Zhao Zichen tensed, and then burped again. But this time, no one dared to make even a sound at him. Zhao Zichen squinted with his drunk and sleepy eyes, and even faltered for a bit in his footsteps, but his gun never left the leader’s face. He slurred, tapping the leader’s skull with the tip of the gun barrel, “Bao, you little bastard, look at you, so stupid, something wrong with your brain? Yes, something’s definitely wrong with your brain. Tell you what, I’m not that bad of a neurosurgeon, here, let me blow a hole open and look at it for you.” “No... no... thank you... Zhao, brother... look, I’m wrong, we’re all wrong. Just... enjoy your drink, and food...” Bao was almost about to get down to his knees and beg, if he wasn’t even more afraid that Zhao Zichen might accidentally took it as a sign of aggression in his drunken haze, and decided to squeeze the trigger. “Drink?” Setting his glass down and randomly taking a half finished bottle on the table, Zhao Zichen glanced passingly at the label, and then suddenly brought the bottle down right onto Bao’s head. “You drink!” Liquid streamed down Bao’s face, booze and blood. It looked so painful that I cringed a little inside, but Bao didn’t dare say anything else except for forcing a smile on his face and said, “Yes, brother, you’re right, it tastes good.” Then Zhao Zichen laughed and said to the little doctors and nurses behind him, “You lot, go home now. Now that you’ve been here and seen this place, you’d have plenty to brag about to your boyfriends and girlfriends right? Go home now, and never come to this place again. This isn’t a place you belong. Oh, and don’t forget about the written apology, at least 5000 words, I want to see it on my desk first thing in the morning tomorrow.” “Vice Department Head, can it be a little less...” “I said get lost. You don’t really think you can bargain with your Vice Department Head do you?” “Vice Department Head, you’re not coming with us?” Zhao Zichen laughed as if he just heard a joke, “Me? I still got booze I want to drink.” The little doctors began to walk away without Zhao Zichen, albeit gingerly and reluctantly. I don’t blame them, for not wanting to leave him. He has a gun in his hand, and that means that he was the person that needed the least amount of protection out of all of them. After they left, Zhao Zichen resumed drinking by himself, glass after glass. A while later, long enough for those doctors to have called a cab and got away, he laughed and set his glass squarely on the table, and began swaggering towards the exit as if all the Black Dragons around him were nothing but air. Wherever he went, people gave way. They may be mad at him, but what else could they do? They may be tough, or able to smash up tables and kick a hole through the wall, but in the end, all lives are equal when set in front of a gun barrel.

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