I let you be a fugitive, not to set up a private army.

No one is seen alive, and no body is found after death. Are you sure he is really dead?

[Suoer TV Evening News: A vicious fight broke out this morning at Genting Residences in Dongjak District, resulting in 18 minor injuries and 4 serious injuries...]

At the Tongjak District Police Station, news was being broadcast in the lobby.

Further inside, in a small conference room, police officers were constantly coming in and out, and the screen here was playing the elevator surveillance of Genting Apartments in a loop.

Many of the police officers have watched it many times, but every time they pass by, they will still stop and appreciate the textbook-level one-on-many fight scenes in the video.

The video has been analyzed over and over again by the police, and the final conclusion is:

Normal people simply can't replicate it!

"I just can't understand why Chen Yongxiao can always dodge heavy attacks just right, as if he has eyes in the back of his head."

"If I had this ability, I could probably beat ten, not to mention twenty."

"Forget it. Look at how many times he's been hit by the iron rod. If it were you, you'd probably break bones in just a few hits and be lying there wailing."

"I can't envy you enough. This is probably the gift of a super genius."

The police officers were communicating in groups of three or four.

In another office, Li Mingshuo finished taking notes from the gauze man in front of him, stood up and said, "Mr. Chen, thank you for your cooperation."

"You're welcome."

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries and then Chen Jiajun left.

When I walked out of the police station, there were already thirty or forty people waiting outside.

"From now on, Chen Yongxiao will be the new director of our Killer Whale." Han Xihu said to everyone.

"Director Chen!"

Everyone bowed their heads respectfully and shouted.

Watching the cars leaving one by one from the window, Li Mingshuo made a phone call: "Ms. Yin, there's a problem with his ID card..."

……

Three days later, Chen Jiajun moved out of Genting Apartment.

During this period, with the announcement from the Martial Arts Association, popular comments from various fighters about elevator fights, and even the UFC boss inviting himself to a competition online, there have been many things happening.

His popularity has not decreased, which has caused serious trouble in his life. Every day some anchors or reporters squat in the apartment to take pictures.

With the 60 billion yuan in compensation from Zhang Xianzai, he bought a nostalgic Santana and also a three-story villa in the Moon Lake high-end villa area in Tongque District.

As a villa area, the security is naturally extremely good, which will save you a lot of trouble.

As for the duel in the Martial Arts Association, since it did not trigger the Dragon Soul Coin incident, he ignored it.

At the elevator door, Jin Ha Na held a stack of compensation for the car damage in her hand: "Xiao brother, you gave too much money."

"not much."

"Will you come back again?"

"will not."

"Then will we still be friends in the future?"

"Never."

"Um...Okay, then Brother Xiao, I wish you a bright future and good luck."

Seeing the elevator door close, Kim Ha-na suddenly felt a sense of loss.

……

Ten days later, Chen Jiajun's injuries had almost healed. When he arrived at the company gate, a younger brother immediately came over to open the car door:

"Brother, Boss Han said he's waiting for you on the fourth floor."

"Ah."

After being promoted to director, Chen Jiajun had ten more subordinates under his name, and the company would pay them salaries. During this period, he went to a martial arts school and recruited ten employees.

Of course, if he has more followers, he will need to pay for it himself.

Arriving at the fourth floor, Han Xihu was standing at the stairs: "Ms. Yin is waiting inside."

At the office door, a female bodyguard with a figure like a Barbie doll was standing guard. She opened the door and said, "Come in."

Chen Jiajun walked in and saw a woman in her thirties sitting quietly on the chair at the desk. She had a cool temperament, good looks, and a cold look in her eyes.

The door closes.

A woman's voice rang out, "There are several people in the company. Zhang Dajing doesn't like to get involved in trouble, and Han Xihu is too rough in his work. I need someone who is quick and ruthless enough to help me deal with some people or things I don't like."

Chen Jiajun understood: "So you need a sharp knife."