Madman!

Chapter 115: I Came to Discuss Business With Your Boss

"These are the files I had prepared on the local gangs." Shark Jiu tossed a few sheets of paper toward Chen Wujun.

Chen Wujun picked them up and scanned the contents. They detailed the general territories and confirmed assets of several gangs.

The Northern River Sect was the largest local faction. They mainly operated around Dong Khoi Street and Le Duan Boulevard in District 1. This was the city center of West Embankment, which also housed the Ben Thanh Market.

The Xionglong Gang consisted of mixed-blooded Huayan and Luoyue People. Since both pureblooded groups ostracized them, their numbers were few, but they were vicious in their methods. They were primarily active in the Di'an District.

Thirty years ago, the Pingchuan Gang had been the dominant local force, but their influence had since shrunk by more than half. They were now largely confined to District 4, where they controlled loading and unloading at the river port terminals, smuggling operations, and a large swathe of the surrounding area.

West Embankment had two ports in total. One was a seaport located forty kilometers from the city center.

The other was the river port.

Since entering through the river port carried a high risk of inspection, their group had disembarked at the seaport.

As for Nanjin, it was named after a person and had only risen to prominence in the last decade or so. Their territory was in Tan Binh, an area characterized by sprawling slums, cheap rental housing, and small workshops.

"Got it." Chen Wujun put the documents away."Cun Bao will go with you, but you call the shots. I've arranged a few cars, though the drivers aren't entirely trustworthy," Shark Jiu added.

"Don't worry about it."

A little later, Cun Bao and his men were brought over.

......

At 10:00 PM in District 4, the river port was less busy than during the day, but the streets on its periphery were entering their most bustling hour.

Nguyen Hue Boulevard was packed with people. As the main commercial strip near the river port, the street was clogged with motorcycles and cars. The sidewalks were lined with busy food stalls and soliciting women, some wearing the traditional Ao Dai, others in revealing clothing.

There were also various bars, KTVs, dance halls, and billiard rooms, all flashing with neon lights. Some bar signs were shaped in the neon silhouette of a woman.

Large numbers of sailors, laborers, and locals gathered here to seek pleasure.

Unlike Dong Khoi Street in District 1, the entertainment here was more nakedly carnal and significantly cheaper.

Several cars pulled up at the intersection. Chen Wujun pushed the door open, followed by Curry, Fa Zai, and Li Wei.

Drifting through the street was the melody of the currently popular song "Loving You A Little More Every Day," mingled with the aroma of various foods.

"What is that?" Chen Wujun walked over to a nearby food stall, frowning at the stir-fried noodles on display.

"Stir-fried blood cockles with noodles. It's delicious, boss."

"Damn, it reeks of fish. Is that even fit for human consumption?" Chen Wujun grimaced and sauntered over to the next stall.

"Give me an order of fried spring rolls!"

He turned back to ask Curry and the others.

"You guys want some?"

"I'll take one too!" Curry immediately replied.

"Me too!" Fa Zai and Li Wei didn't stand on ceremony either.

"Everyone gets one then. Curry, pay the man!"

A moment later, holding a bag of fried spring rolls, Chen Wujun strolled along the street, examining the signboards overhead.

Curry and the others followed behind doing the same, looking no different from ordinary tourists.

However, Chen Wujun's height had recently reached five feet ten inches, while Curry's group were all over six feet tall.

They towered over the slighter local Luoyue People, their muscles bulging as if they might burst through their clothes.

"Boss, looking for fun? Come play!" Two scantily clad, good-looking women approached and tried to pull at Curry.

Chen Wujun instantly looked displeased. He raised his hand and slapped the back of Curry's head.

"Curry, stop walking in front of me. People are going to think you're my boss!"

At the mouth of an alley next to a bar, two Luoyue men in dark short-sleeved shirts were squatting and smoking. They were thin but had fierce expressions. Between puffs, they casually discussed how someone had hired hitmen the past couple of days, only to kick an iron plate—mess with the wrong person.

After all, so many people had died; news of such a major event had spread everywhere.

And people like them always had the most up-to-date information.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over them. A tall man was standing right in front of them.

The pair looked up and stood. "Boss, looking for a good time?"

Chen Wujun tossed the bag of spring rolls to Curry. His hands, large as palm-leaf fans, clamped onto their faces, and he dragged them into the alley.

As they struggled, they reached for folding knives at their waists. Before they could flick the blades open, Chen Wujun slammed them against the wall, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

"Cover their mouths!"

Chen Wujun stomped on one man's hand, crushing the bones. The victim let out an inhuman wretched howl from his throat, but most of the sound was stifled by the hand clamped over his mouth.

Smiling, Chen Wujun raised his foot again and placed it on the other man's ankle.

The man's eyes were filled with terror. He shook his head frantically, begging for mercy, but a second later, his plea turned into a muffled scream.

"I ask, you answer."

The two men nodded rapidly, their eyes wide with fear.

This man hadn't said a word before crushing their limbs. Such ruthless methods left them no choice but to be terrified.

"Are you with the Pingchuan Gang?" Chen Wujun looked down and asked.

"No, we're not..." Their eyes were full of grief and indignation.

They thought they must have offended someone personally. They hadn't expected the man to break their bones just to ask about the Pingchuan Gang.

"If you aren't with the Pingchuan Gang, why do you look so fierce?" Chen Wujun grumbled, annoyed. He kicked one of them in the stomach and continued his interrogation:

"Do you know where Nguyen Phuc Hung, Chen Jinyong, and Chen Zhonghong are?"

Aside from Nguyen Minh Kim, these three—Nguyen Phuc Hung, Chen Jinyong, and Chen Zhonghong—were the most key figures in the Pingchuan Gang.

Chen Wujun intended to hunt them down one by one.

"We don't know... Boss, we really don't know. The Pingchuan guys would know for sure. They're at the Pearl Karaoke, that's their turf..." the men begged bitterly.

Curry looked at Chen Wujun, his eyes asking how to dispose of them.

"Handle it however you see fit." Chen Wujun turned and walked out. Knowing the location was all he needed.

Curry thought for a moment, then kicked each of them in the head.

Whether they lived or died didn't matter. Dead was fine; alive was fine. As long as they didn't wake up for a while.

It took a little time, but Chen Wujun found the Pearl Karaoke. It was one of the largest establishments of its kind in the area.

When the karaoke manager saw the physiques of the men entering, his pupils contracted.

As a manager, he had a sharp eye. Builds like that usually belonged to New Arts Martial Artists.

Especially the man in the lead—his frame was thick and heavy, his steps steady, and he carried a reckless, spirited aura. It was immediately obvious he was no ordinary civilian.

The manager signaled his staff to be on guard and ready to notify their backers, while simultaneously rushing forward with a smile plastered on his face. "Welcome, bosses!"

Before the words had fully left his mouth, a hand like a palm-leaf fan clamped onto the top of his skull, nearly lifting him off the ground.

The manager, in agony, clawed at the fingers gripping his head with both hands, but Chen Wujun's hand was as unyielding as an iron clamp.

A second later, the pressure on his head vanished, and he collapsed to the floor.

Chen Wujun looked down at him, grinning:

"Go get your boss. I'm here to discuss business with him!"

The receptionist was cowering behind the bar, dialing a number. Chen Wujun ignored her, letting her make the call.

"You Huayan bastard, do you have any idea whose turf this is?" the manager stammered, trying to muster some courage.

"It doesn't matter whose it was before. What matters is whose it will be from now on!" Chen Wujun beamed.

Disbelief filled the manager's eyes. He thought these men had hair growing on their gallbladders to be so bold.

Even if they were New Arts Martial Artists, did they really think four people could seize this territory? Did they think they were the only New Arts users in the world?

"If you leave now, you might still make it," the manager said, taking a deep breath.

Hearing rapid footsteps echoing from the corridor around the corner, Chen Wujun kicked the manager. The man slid across the floor.

In the corridor, seven or eight muscled Luoyue men were charging forward aggressively to see who was causing trouble, only to have the manager slide right up to their feet.

"Fuck!" The expression of the man in the lead darkened instantly. He stepped out from the corner to see four large, rugged men standing in the lobby.

Their sheer size and the oppressive aura radiating from them made his heart skip a beat.

But he couldn't show weakness now. Wearing a ferocious scowl, he demanded, "Who are you people?"

Chen Wujun tilted his head slightly. Li Wei instantly lunged like a great ape. He closed the distance and unleashed a "Split the Mountain" strike right to the man's face. The blow was crisp and lightning-fast, like a hammer tethered to the end of a whip. It sent the man reeling, stars spinning in his vision.

Seeing this, the other Luoyue men immediately reached behind their backs to draw their blades.

But before they could even draw their weapons, Li Wei had already bored into their ranks, his hands lashing out in an endless barrage.

His arms were as hard as iron, cracking through the air. Every strike that landed on a body sounded like a lash from a steel whip.

By the time he passed through the crowd, bodies lay scattered all over the floor.

"Have someone watch the lobby," Chen Wujun ordered.

"Find a room and drag this trash inside!"

He then walked behind the bar. The receptionist let out a shriek and shrank into the corner, trembling, eyes swimming with tears.

Chen Wujun spared her a glance, then looked down and rummaged through the drawers until he found a carton of cigarettes.

Places like this usually sold cigarettes under the table at the bar.

He tore open the packaging, placed a cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and looked down at the receptionist. "Is there anyone else upstairs?"

She stared at him, face frozen in horror.

Chen Wujun's expression darkened. He squatted down in front of her. "Born mute?"

"You seemed to be talking fast enough on the phone just now."

"If you don't want to speak, I can make sure you never speak again."

"There's people... someone's upstairs..." she stammered, shaking like a leaf.

Only then did Chen Wujun stand up and head for the stairs.

Upstairs, he saw two tall, muscular men standing in the hallway. At a glance, it was clear they were New Arts Martial Artists.

"What do you want?" They immediately went on alert upon seeing Chen Wujun's massive frame.

Chen Wujun stomped off the ground, instantly bridging the gap of five or six meters. His large hand swept forward, whipping up a gust of wind.

One of them tried to raise his leg to kick, but before it could rise, Chen Wujun stomped it back down. A palm strike immediately followed, slamming the man's head against the wall. He slid down the plaster, limp.

The other New Arts Martial Artist broke into a cold sweat. The intruder's movements were too fast, his attacks swift and violent as a thunderclap.

In an instant, he realized they were no match for him.

As he shouted:

"Enemy attack!"

He rapidly retreated backward.

But Chen Wujun was faster. One step brought him face-to-face with the man, his right hand descending like a swinging iron scourge.

The martial artist hurriedly raised both hands to block. The moment contact was made, searing pain shot through his arms. He couldn't withstand the force. The whip-hand smashed through his guard and struck his head, sending him crashing face-first to the floor.

Chen Wujun turned and walked to the door the two men had been guarding. The moment he pushed it open, a powerful gust of wind rushed his face.

A large hand clawed at his face like a tiger's paw.

'Looks like I found the main target!'

Watching the momentum of the Tiger Claw, Chen Wujun knew he was in the right place.

He immediately took a step back. The opponent's claw followed like a shadow, still aiming straight for his face.

However, Chen Wujun's body suddenly swelled, expanding in size. He clasped his hands together and arched them forward—Master's Three Arching Hands.

This arching strike launched like a cannonball, ferocious and violent. The person inside the room felt a gale hit their face, stifling their breath, and was visibly startled.

The assailant pressed both hands against Chen Wujun's fist, intending to crush the tendons and bones of his hand. But upon contact, his own hands were shaken to numbness. Chen Wujun's fists traced an arc in the air and blasted forward again, faster and more violently than before.

The opponent's courage evaporated instantly. Unable to dodge in time, he could only frantically raise his hands to shield his chest.

Boom!

He was sent flying backward, smashing heavily into the wall.