Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 456: Caesar Calls Old Mercury

The matter has come full circle. In the end, we still need to catch Old Mo.

Lieutenant Governor, we've exhausted all methods. We've even arrested his friends, but he won't come to his rescue. What other way do you think we can lure him out?

There was nothing they could do; they simply didn't know where Old Mo lived.

The vice president was silent for a moment before saying, "How do you know he's not coming? His absence doesn't mean he won't come. Is it possible he didn't even receive the message?"

"How is that possible? We broadcast it on a loop on major TV stations, every half hour. As long as he is a person, as long as he lives in the United States, he will definitely see it."

"I said this with great reluctance," a senior executive said.

The deputy governor said, "What if he really didn't receive the message? If he had received the message, he would have at least reacted in some way. The fact that he hasn't reacted at all is very unusual."

Everyone fell silent.

Stephen suddenly said, "Vice President Zhu, why don't we go back and find Caesar? Caesar should be able to contact Old Mo?"

Everyone's eyes lit up again.

Yes! Caesar was able to contact Old Mercer back then, and he can do it now too.

As long as they can get in touch with Lao Mo, whether he comes or not, they can give up hope.

Yes, let's do it that way, go back and find Caesar.

So Stephen hurriedly went to the East Suburb Prison and met Caesar.

Caesar was led to an office. Stephen was there to meet him.

Stephen smiled as soon as he saw him.

"Mr. Caesar, your friend Old Mo didn't come to your rescue. I wonder what your thoughts are on that?"

Caesar looked at him coldly: "Mr. Stephen, I've told you before, my friendship with Old Murdoch isn't that deep. So, what you're doing is pointless."

Stephen said coldly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Caesar. If Old Mo doesn't come, then we'll have no choice but to send you both to the gallows as planned."

Caesar was instantly enraged, staring intently at Stephen.

"On what grounds? What law have we broken? Why are we being sent to the gallows?"

Stephen said coldly, "Being friends with Old Murdoch is the original sin. If Old Murdoch hadn't come, you would all be dead. It's you who made our country like this."

You two bastards are the real culprits. Sending you to the gallows is already letting you off easy.

Caesar was even more furious: "You're talking nonsense. We're just friends, how would I know what he'd do? We weren't involved in what he did, so why are you saying we committed a crime?"

Stephen roared, "I said you committed a crime, so you committed a crime. Isn't that enough?"

Caesar was speechless.

If you want to find fault, you can always find a pretext!

Seeing that he remained silent, Stephen slowly said, "Now, you have one last chance to survive."

"What opportunity?"

Caesar couldn't help but ask.

"Call Old Mo and tell him your current situation, ask him to come and rescue you. OK?"

"As long as he shows up, regardless of whether we succeed in capturing him, we will release you. Give me one word: are you in or not?"

Caesar said angrily, "Don't even think about it. You'll never get me to do anything for you again."

Stephen said with a forced smile, "Then I'm sorry, I have no choice but to send you to the gallows. You can't blame us for that, can you?"

You'd better think this through. Not only will you be handed over to the execution ground, but you'll also bear the infamy of betraying your country. Even your family will never be able to hold their heads high again.

Upon hearing this, Caesar's face showed a sad expression.

He suddenly nodded and said, "Okay. I'll call him."

Upon hearing this, Stephen finally smiled.

Caesar thought for a moment and then said, "Don't be too happy yet, I have a condition."

Stephen quickly asked, "What are the conditions?"

Caesar calmly said, "When I'm on the phone, no matter what I'm saying, you're not allowed to interrupt me or interfere. Otherwise, if he doesn't come, then it's none of my business."

Stephen thought for a moment, then finally nodded: "Okay. I agree."

Caesar didn't hesitate; he picked up the phone in his office and dialed the number.

He made a phone call to the Xiangjiang Villa.

The call connected, and a man's voice came through. It was none other than Xu Damao.

Now, the two were completely at odds. Xu Damao couldn't speak English, and the other person wouldn't listen to him.

That's hilarious.

Xu Damao thought for a moment and then handed the phone to Chen Yao, who was standing next to him.

"Yaoyao, don't you speak English? Speak English, come and listen."

Yao Yao took the phone and asked in English.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

Caesar on the other end of the phone was finally delighted and quickly said, "This is Caesar. I'm looking for Chen Yinmo. Could you please bring him over to take a call?"

Chen Yao smiled slightly and said, "Okay, wait a few minutes."

After saying that, Chen Yao hung up the phone. Then, she returned to her room and entered her spatial dimension.

Soon after, Lao Mo appeared in Chen Yao's room.

He brought Chen Yao along to answer the phone.

The people in the villa were already used to Lao Mo's elusive nature.

Old Mo answered the phone.

"Hello, Caesar, this is Old Mo. What's up? What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Caesar was filled with emotion.

"Old Mo, my friend! I, Caesar, am so sorry!"

As soon as Caesar opened his mouth, tears streamed down his face.

Old Mo asked curiously, "What happened? Why are you crying? You're a grown man, why are you crying? Tell me what's wrong."

With tears welling in his eyes and a sob in his voice, Caesar said, "Old Mo, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't called you, you wouldn't have come to the United States. I made a mistake. I'm not begging for your forgiveness. I just want to tell you one thing: after I'm gone, all my shares in Caesars Hotel will be transferred to your name."

"I had no choice. My family members are useless; they can't hold onto anything. Only by handing it over to you can it be held onto. You take these shares, give them ten million or a few million a month, just enough to keep them alive..."

The more Lao Mo listened, the more confused he became.

He interrupted him directly, saying, "No, Caesar, you old geezer, what nonsense are you spouting? Do you have cancer?"

"Don't worry about that, just listen to me."

Caesar choked back tears as he said, "Don't worry, I'll write a will and have it notarized by a lawyer. You can just go and take over when the time comes."

"Shut the hell up! What's wrong with you?"

Old Mo said angrily.

Caesar choked back tears as he said, "You guessed right, I have cancer and I don't have many days left to live. Remember my words, and just do as I say from now on."