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

Chapter 312: Hilton Hotel Changes Hands

Old Mo laughed: "Don't blame family members? Sorry, I don't accept your rules. My rules are the only rules."

"Remant, well done. I'll double your pay for this. Take them all over there, make them kneel down, and execute them on the spot."

Old Mo spoke as if it were a very ordinary matter.

"Yes, Mr. Chen."

Lemant was overjoyed!

He arrested fifteen people in total, at two million each. That's a lot of money! My God, he made a fortune overnight.

No, don't.

Barton shouted loudly.

But it was completely useless.

Lemant's men came up, grabbed him, and pulled him aside. Then his family members were brought before Old Mo one by one and made to kneel down.

Patton struggled and screamed frantically, but it was no use.

"Barton, I told you long ago, don't mess with me. If you do, I'll wipe out your whole family. Unfortunately, you didn't believe me. To make you believe me, I have no choice but to put on a show for you."

As he spoke, Old Mo gripped his submachine gun firmly and pulled the trigger at the guys kneeling in front of him.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat..."

The submachine guns emitted dazzling flames and unleashed a barrage of fire at the kneeling men in front of them.

One by one, those guys were shot and fell to the ground.

Blood was everywhere.

"No, this isn't real, this isn't real. Aaaaaaahhhhhh..."

Barton struggled frantically, howling and screaming, completely out of control.

However, it was completely useless. He was held down tightly by several people and couldn't break free at all.

He watched as all his loved ones died before his eyes. He trembled violently, seemingly insane, his blue pupils turning red.

Only then did he realize what kind of devil he had provoked.

Larmi and the others watched this scene with horror as they looked at Old Mo.

Ruthless, too ruthless.

Those of them in this line of work have seen all sorts of ruthless people, but they've never seen anyone this ruthless.

At this moment, they felt not only awe of Old Mo, but also a deep fear of him.

My God, offending him could really mean the death of your whole family.

"You, surnamed Chen, are a devil. If you have the guts, let me go, or I'll make you regret ever being born."

Barton screamed wildly.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Mr. Barton, I originally intended to let you go and let you live with regret and self-blame for the rest of your life. But since you said that, I have to change my mind. Because I hate trouble."

Old Mo was talking, but he didn't shoot him dead.

He enjoys watching his enemies break down and go crazy.

"Weren't you always so awesome? Why wouldn't you let me leave Las Vegas? What happened to you now? My dear Barton, boss."

Patton's eyes turned red.

"Chen Yinmo, you're just taking advantage of my vulnerability. I underestimated you; I didn't expect you to be so ruthless. If you have the guts, let me go. If I don't tear you to pieces, I'm not human."

Barton was truly regretful; he had been so careless. That's how Old Mo cornered him in the hotel.

If we give him another chance to gather the right people, he can definitely defeat this devil.

After hearing what he said, Lao Mo suddenly changed his mind.

"You want a chance, right? Okay, I'll give you one. Of course, this chance won't be given away for nothing."

"If you want this opportunity, give me your Hilton Hotel. Then I'll let you go."

Yes, Lao Mo can do without money, but he does want the casino.

If it's about money, at most one or two hundred million, that's the maximum.

But the Hilton Hotel is different. It's worth two or three billion.

"Okay, you said it yourself. I own 60 percent of the Hilton Hotel, and I'll give it all to you if you want."

I need Caesar as my witness; once I sign the transfer agreement, you must release me.

Patton finally saw a glimmer of hope. He thought he was doomed, but unexpectedly, he still had a chance.

What grand hotel is worthless compared to one's own life?

Over the years, he has saved over a billion yuan. The hotel is gone, so be it; with over a billion yuan, he has enough for revenge.

Yes, at this moment, Patton wasn't so afraid of death anymore. As long as there was a chance, he would definitely take revenge.

Old Mo shrugged and said, "Sure! Brothers, let's call it a day. Take this bastard back with you."

Larmi and his team immediately sprang into action.

A large group of people were left to clean up, while the rest followed Old Mo and escorted Patton back.

In fact, Caesar wasn't idle either. He was making phone calls, pulling strings, and promising money to suppress the matter.

He was very experienced at this kind of thing.

Most importantly, Lao Mo gave him too much authority. He could spend a hundred or two hundred million at will, since Lao Mo would cover the cost.

In this day and age, having a hundred million US dollars is truly powerful enough to suppress anything, as long as it's not a rebellion or uprising. No, even rebellions and uprisings can sometimes be suppressed.

The United States is such a magical country; as long as you have money and connections, you can really get anything done.

Old Murdoch and his men escorted Patton back, where they met Caesar.

Upon hearing that Patton wanted to transfer his shares in the Hilton Hotel, Caesar immediately took it to heart.

He knew that Old Mo wouldn't want that many shares, because he wouldn't stay at all.

Therefore, these shares will eventually end up in his hands.

In one night, the Hilton Hotel was transferred to Old Mo's name.

Old Murdoch was also true to his word and released Patton immediately.

From then on, Barton was no longer the chairman of any grand hotel. He didn't even have a single share anymore.

Meanwhile, Old Mo's side had already started celebrating.

Larmi and his group were the most excited. Old Mo took out cash and gave it to them, distributing the money overnight.

Then, Lao Mo took Ye Zimei back to sleep.

Back in his room, Lao Mo gave Ye Zimei some instructions, then quickly went downstairs, got into his car, and drove away.

He drove north, and finally arrived at the outside of a mountain villa.

The resort is called Hilton Resort.

At that moment, in a villa in the resort, Patton was meeting with some people.

Old Mo put the car into his spatial storage and then hid by the door watching.

Luxury cars arrived one after another and drove into the resort.

Yes, these are all Patton's men.

He was once the biggest boss in Las Vegas and also supported the biggest Mafia in Las Vegas.

Tonight, Patton called everyone over.

Yes, he's about to reveal his hand.

Didn't that yellow-skinned pig do this to him? This time he's going to retaliate in kind.

To say that Patton has more men is a joke.

Old Mo wasn't in a hurry to go in; he just waited at the entrance, watching the cars go in one by one.

Once the cars had almost all arrived and the iron gates of the manor were closed, Old Mo slipped inside.