MMB Chapter 1457 Ruthless, the Hai Brother Behind It All
Chapter 1457 Ruthless, the Hai Brother Behind It All
"With such limited skills, you still dare to pretend to be a gangster."
Chen Jun lightly brushed away non-existent dust from his palm, the movement as casual as brushing away a fallen leaf.
His voice wasn't loud, but it echoed clearly in the empty, dilapidated room.
The afternoon light streamed through the grime-covered window, elongating his tall figure and casting it onto the mottled cement floor like a silent yet sharp cutting line.
He looked at the dark-faced man clutching his wrist, his face contorted with pain and rage, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
"Let them go. This is your last chance if you don't want to die."
The dark-faced man's jaw muscles twitched violently, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He stared intently at his subordinates, who lay sprawled on the ground, unconscious, before abruptly turning his gaze back to Chen Jun's excessively young and calm face.
My brain felt like a rusted gear, unable to turn for a moment.
In this territory that he had "managed" for years, he was always the one who instilled fear and made people kneel down and beg for mercy.
Those fat sheep who were tricked into coming, which one of them wasn't initially all bluster and no substance, but in the end they all turned into trembling mud under fists and sticks?
But this young man in front of me... this young man who even looks a bit like a student, took less than a minute to break down the door and take down his four most capable henchmen.
His moves were ruthless and precise, without the slightest hesitation.
The decisiveness of the action sent a chill down his spine, even to someone who prided himself on being ruthless.
"Who...who exactly are you?" the dark-faced man choked out, his voice hoarse from the intense pain and panic he was suppressing.
“I said, they are from Yan.” Chen Jun’s voice remained calm, yet carried an undeniable weight. “Now, release them.”
The dark-faced man was panting heavily, trying to regain some of his former ferocity.
"What kind of gang are you from? Brother, we'll meet again someday, let's keep to ourselves."
He deliberately raised his voice, as if to embolden himself.
"In this world, connections and influence matter! Brother Hai has connections everywhere, and he has more men than you can count! I advise you not to meddle in other people's business; no matter how good you are at fighting, it's useless!"
Chen Jun took a step forward.
With just this one step, the air in the room seemed to freeze and cool down instantly.
Even though he made no threatening gestures, the dark-faced man instinctively shrank back.
"I'll say it one last time."
Chen Jun's voice was very low, but every word struck the air like an iron nail.
"Release them. I don't care about Brother Hai or Brother He."
The dark-faced man felt cold sweat trickling down his forehead.
Having spent many years in the lower classes, he possessed a beast-like instinct for danger.
The young man before him exuded a chilling sense of oppression that he could not comprehend at all, far more unsettling than mere violence.
But he couldn't retreat.
Those people were his "sales targets" for the month, "goods" registered with Brother Hai.
If we release him, how will he explain himself?
"You...you'll regret this!" the dark-faced man growled, his voice trembling with fear. "Opposing Brother Hai means you'll never leave Thailand! Your family will be in big trouble too!"
He tried to see even the slightest hesitation or fear in the other person's eyes.
However, no.
Chen Jun's eyes remained calm and unwavering, but beneath that calmness, something seemed to have turned completely cold.
At that moment, a very faint sound, as if blocked by layers of barriers, came from the direction of the inner corridor.
It sounded like a suppressed sob, or a weak and helpless cry for help.
The sound was so faint it was almost swallowed up by the dust and the smell of blood in the room.
But Chen Jun's ear twitched almost imperceptibly.
His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes narrowed slightly for a moment.
The dark-faced man had obviously heard the commotion, and his expression immediately changed.
He suddenly winked at one of his men who was still relatively unharmed and quickly whispered a few words in the local dialect.
The subordinate nodded, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes, and immediately turned and strode quickly toward the dark entrance leading to the stairwell.
The moment the man turned around, Chen Jun moved.
His movements weren't particularly swift or explosive, but they were so fluid, as if he had practiced them hundreds of times.
With each step, his figure swept across the ground like a shadow, covering several meters in an instant.
The dark-faced man felt a blur before his eyes, and an irresistible force had already gripped his throat.
That hand was cold and steady, like an iron clamp.
He was easily lifted off the ground, his legs kicking futilely in the air.
A feeling of suffocation surged over me like a tidal wave, my vision blurred, and all I could make was a strange "gurgling" sound in my throat.
All the harsh words and threats were firmly cut off in his trachea.
The subordinate behind him turned around in astonishment upon hearing the commotion, only to see his boss being lifted into the air like a chicken or duck waiting to be slaughtered.
He instinctively roared, abandoned his plan to enter the stairwell, and turned around to throw a punch at Chen Jun.
The fist whistled through the air, striking straight at Chen Jun's back.
Chen Jun didn't even turn around.
He simply lifted his leg back seemingly casually, delivering a precise, ruler-like kick.
"boom!"
With a muffled thud, the man was sent flying backward at a speed even faster than when he pounced, crashing heavily onto old furniture three meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust. He collapsed without uttering a sound.
Chen Jun slowly withdrew his gaze and returned it to the face in his hand, which had turned a liverish color due to lack of oxygen and fear.
"I originally intended to kill you directly."
His voice was very soft, as if he were stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.
"However, that would be too easy on you."
"I've heard that you like to break people's hands and feet?"
The black-faced man's pupils dilated with extreme fear.
He wanted to shake his head and beg for mercy, but his neck was gripped tightly, and he couldn't make a sound.
He could only watch helplessly as those calm, unwavering eyes reflected his distorted face.
With a flick of his wrist, Chen Jun slammed him onto the hard cement floor as if throwing a bag of garbage.
The massive impact felt as if the black-faced man's internal organs had shifted, and he saw stars before his eyes. The half-breath he had just inhaled was scattered again.
Before he could recover from the excruciating pain, the sole of a military boot had already firmly landed on his right wrist.
"You like it this way, don't you?"
"Crack!"
The sharp, teeth-grinding sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the deathly silent room.
The dark-faced man's body suddenly arched upwards, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, and a bloodcurdling scream pierced his throat.
But this is just the beginning.
Chen Jun's face remained expressionless, as if he were stepping on a few dry branches rather than breaking human limbs.
He moved his foot away and then precisely stepped on the other person's other wrist.
"Crack!"
Then it's the left ankle.
"Crack!"
Right ankle.
"Crack!"
Each sharp crack was accompanied by the black-faced man's shrill scream, which rose suddenly and then quickly faded.
His limbs were twisted at bizarre angles, cold sweat mixed with snot and tears smeared his face, and intense pain assaulted his nerves in waves like a tsunami.
Finally, after the fourth cracking sound, his head lolled to the side and he completely lost consciousness, with only his body still twitching slightly in a nervous manner.
Chen Jun didn't look at him again, stepped over the broken human figure on the ground, and walked straight towards the dark entrance of the corridor.
The passageway was filled with an even stronger musty smell and an indescribable stench.
Light could barely penetrate, with only a dim, yellowish halo at the far end.
Just a few steps in, two figures suddenly pounced out of the shadows on either side!
One man wielded a short stick, while the other brandished a dagger; their movements were ruthless, aimed directly at Chen Jun's vital points.
Clearly, they had been lying in ambush for some time, and when they heard something amiss outside, they were preparing for a final stand.
Chen Jun did not pause in his steps.
Just as the short stick was about to strike his temple, his head turned to the side by millimeters, while his left fist slammed into the chest of the stick-wielder like a cannonball.
His right arm deflected the dagger, and his elbow followed up, striking the other person's jaw hard.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two short, muffled thuds.
The two who rushed out seemed to have their bones removed, collapsing limply to the ground, unconscious.
The whole process was extremely fast; in the dim light, you could only see shadowy figures moving before it was over.
Chen Jun continued forward.
After passing through the short passage, you enter an even narrower and more enclosed room.
A single low-wattage light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting a dim, flickering light.
six people.
Four men and two women.
With their hands and feet bound behind their backs by rough hemp rope, they were haphazardly tossed onto a straw mat in the corner like cargo.
They were dressed in rags, and their exposed skin was covered with bruises and scars of varying ages.
Everyone's face was etched with long-term fear, exhaustion, and numbness, their eyes vacant. Only when Chen Jun walked in did they instinctively tremble violently, shrink into the corner, and let out muffled sobs.
Clearly, they viewed Chen Jun as the new perpetrator.
It wasn't until Chen Jun spoke softly in clear Yan language, "Don't be afraid, I'll take you home," that things finally stopped.
Those six pairs of lifeless eyes suddenly lit up with a faint light that seemed ready to be extinguished at any moment.
The youngest girl among them twitched her chapped lips a few times, and large, turbid tears rolled down her cheeks without warning, but she bit her lip tightly, not daring to cry out.
……
Half an hour later.
The excruciating pain shooting through his limbs yanked the dark-faced man back from unconsciousness.
He groaned in pain, opened his eyes, and saw the terrified face of his subordinate.
"Boss... Boss! You're awake!"
His subordinate's voice trembled.
The dark-faced man's first reaction was not to go to the hospital, but to struggle violently, even though this action caused more intense pain and made his vision go black.
"Where...where are they?! Where are the goods?!"
He asked in a hoarse voice, each word dripping with blood.
His subordinate was deathly pale, and stammered, "They...they were all taken away...not a single one was left..."
"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!" The dark-faced man trembled with rage, aggravating his injuries and causing him to convulse again. "Those...those were six people! They're worth...worth ten million! If Brother Hai finds out, he'll skin us alive! How are we going to compensate him?! Huh?!"
The subordinate looked dejected: "Boss, we...we couldn't do anything about it. That guy was too strong. All the brothers were knocked unconscious...Luckily, he...he didn't kill us, which means he's still afraid of Brother Hai, right? Should we tell Brother Hai quickly and ask him to arrest him?"
The dark-faced man was in excruciating pain, but his mind was racing.
Yes, the other party didn't kill anyone.
Does this mean that the other party is also afraid of going too far and fearing Hai Ge's retaliation?
This might be a glimmer of hope, but also an opportunity to shirk responsibility.
He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain coursing through his limbs that threatened to overwhelm his consciousness, and said, "Give me the phone...!"
His subordinate quickly held the phone to his mouth, which he could barely move.
The call was answered quickly.
The dark-faced man took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, his voice carried a hint of sorrow and grievance.
"Boss Hai! Something...something terrible has happened!"
His voice was weak, but he tried his best to speak clearly.
"Our...our base was broken into by an unidentified person! Yes, just one person! They...they rescued all the 'goods'!"
"That guy was incredibly tough! I... I led my brothers in a desperate fight! I was at the forefront, battling him for over a hundred rounds! My limbs... he broke them all! I... I just thought, this is Boss Hai's money bag, I had to protect it even if it cost me my life!"
He was panting heavily, and his voice became increasingly "miserable".
"But...the brothers are either injured or fallen...I...I can't hold them off, Boss Hai! I'm a fucking useless piece of trash! I'm so sorry!"
He paused for a moment, then quickly added, "Oh right, I... I mentioned your name! When he heard your name, Brother Hai, he clearly hesitated! In the end, he didn't dare to kill him and left with his men... Boss Hai, he... he didn't take you seriously and tried to steal your job!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.
Only faint breathing sounds could be heard.
The silence made the dark-faced man's heart leap into his throat, and cold sweat poured down his face, mixed with the cold sweat from the pain, almost soaking him through.
Finally, a deep and cold voice came from the other end.
"One person... took down all of you and broke your arms and legs?"
"Yes...yes, Boss Hai, that guy is definitely a trained fighter, he's ruthless..."
"He mentioned my name, but didn't kill anyone... Hmph, looks like he's from the underworld, knows a thing or two." Boss Hai's voice was unreadable. "Dare to touch my goods... Alright, I understand. You go to the hospital first. I'll handle the rest."
"Thank you, Boss Hai! Thank you, Boss Hai!" The dark-faced man felt as if he had been granted a pardon and quickly expressed his gratitude.
The phone hangs up.
The dark-faced man then completely collapsed, as if all his strength had been drained away.
The excruciating pain swept over him again, and he let out a painful howl.
"Quick...get me to the hospital! Am I...am I ruined? Ouch...that bastard...Brother Hai will definitely kill him...definitely..."
……
On the other side, a relatively safe temporary place to stay in the city.
Chen Jun frowned slightly as he looked at the six people in front of him who, despite having been given a quick wash and some hot water, were still shaken.
The rescued middle-aged man's son was clinging tightly to his father's arm, his body still trembling slightly.
The others looked away, their eyes filled with lingering fear and shame.
"How many times has the government reminded you through various channels?"
Chen Jun's voice wasn't loud, but it made all six of them lower their heads.
"Don't easily believe in high-paying job offers from overseas, and don't blindly trust so-called 'friends' or 'fellow villagers'."
He looked at two of the young men whose heads were hanging down.
"How long have you known that matchmaker? A month? Two months? He just made empty promises and offered some benefits, and you dared to come all the way to this unfamiliar country without doing any research?"
The two men lowered their heads even further, not daring to utter a sound.
Chen Jun's gaze then turned to the two younger girls.
Their faces were still streaked with tears, and the bruises on their arms were particularly glaring under the light.
"And you guys. Online dating? You've never met, a few sweet words, some small favors, and you think that's love? You dare to entrust yourself to someone else and come all the way here alone?"
One of the girls finally couldn't hold back and began to sob softly.
Chen Jun did not continue speaking.
He knew that reprimanding them now would be futile; these people had already paid a heavy price for their recklessness.
He walked to the window, took out an encrypted communicator, and whispered to the other end of the line.
He received a reply very quickly.
After ending the call, he walked back to the group.
"It's all arranged. Someone will take you to the hospital for a full check-up and treatment. Afterwards, we will help you contact your family in China and arrange for your safe return home."
A genuine, hopeful light finally ignited in their eyes.
It was the excitement of surviving a catastrophe and seeing the light of day again.
Chen Jun looked at their expressions, paused, and added:
"I still have some things to take care of."
"Since we're here, let's take care of everything at once."
On the other end of the communicator, Lao Wen's voice immediately rose eight octaves, filled with tension.
"Director Chen! This won't do! Your position is now extremely important! This kind of cleanup work can be left to the relevant local authorities or our other colleagues. You absolutely cannot take any more risks!"
Chen Jun gazed out the window at the hazy and chaotic nightscape of this foreign city, where neon lights flickered in the distance, outlining a blurred yet bustling silhouette.
His profile appeared particularly hard and cold in the dim light.
"Some tails, if not cut off personally, will always leave hidden dangers."
His voice was calm, yet carried an unyielding resolve.
"Besides, that 'Brother Hai' seems to really want to have a chat with me."
"I'm not one to keep people waiting."