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

Chapter 293: Choosing Money Over Life

Upon hearing this, Caesar was immediately embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lipp, it was he who came to shoot you with the cannon, not me."

Caesar naturally pushed old Morales forward.

When Felix saw Old Mo, he was completely stunned.

It was him, this Chinese man.

Old Mo saw Felix and smiled.

"Mr. Felix, we meet again."

Felix panicked completely: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! Mr. Chen, please let me explain. I just wanted to invite you to the headquarters. I didn't have any bad intentions."

Yes, that's exactly it. I simply admire Mr. Chen and want to be friends with him.

"Yeah?"

Old Mo sneered, "Do you need to handcuff me and put a hood on me to invite me to your home? Would so many people die at your headquarters if you invited me to your home?"

Mr. Felix, stop making excuses. There's an old Chinese saying: "To err is human, to forgive divine." Judging from your expression, you don't want to change, do you?

Old Mo held a pistol to Felix's forehead, as if if he didn't change, he would send him on his way.

"No no no no no……"

Felix immediately panicked: "Wait a minute, Mr. Chen, I was wrong. I'll pay to save my life, okay?"

Old Mo nodded, moving the pistol to Lilbury's forehead: "He paid to be killed, what about you?"

As a mafia boss, Lilbury was not intimidated by this kind of show of force.

"hehe……"

"Mr. Chen, we don't seem to have any grudge against each other, do we? I've never offended you, have I? What? Are you trying to blackmail me?"

As one of the top mafia gangs in Las Vegas, Lilbury certainly has some guts.

Without hesitation, Old Mo pulled the trigger.

With a bang, Lilp's head snapped back, and he died instantly.

"Now you don't even have the chance to ask me to blackmail you."

Old Mo said coldly. It was as simple as killing an ant, not a person.

Gaa...

Everyone present was stunned.

They all knew who Lipp was.

This was a godfather-like figure in the Las Vegas Mafia! And he died just like that, so cleanly and decisively?

They were stunned, completely stunned.

This Asian man is too ruthless; he just shot someone without a second thought!

This guy is insane! He must be crazy. This is madness.

Felix was also stunned.

This was their mafia boss! Gone just like that?

If Lilp is dead, how will Felix survive?

However, before he could figure it out, Old Mo's pistol was once again pressed against his forehead.

"Mr. Felix, your boss was afraid I would blackmail him, so he chose to take the money rather than his life, and that's why he died."

"Do you choose to let me blackmail you, or do you choose to die? Tell me, you only have three seconds to choose."

Felix nearly wet himself in fear and quickly said, "I'll give you money, I'll give you money, however much you want."

Old Mo nodded: "That's more like it. Tell me, where's your money?"

Where would Felix get any more money? In fact, the money at headquarters was his. He was planning to send his men to him with the money.

Unexpectedly, Lao Mo intercepted his money. Now all his money is in Lao Mo's space, where else can he get money?

However, he quickly thought of Lilpool's money and hurriedly said, "It's in the villa, in the villa in the estate. But it seems you blew it up. I don't know if we can get the money now."

"How much money do you have?"

Old Mo asked.

Felix quickly replied, "It's countless. Including bankbooks, cash, and gold, it's at least several hundred million."

It has to be said, these people who run casinos and run mafia businesses are really rich.

Anyone you pick out could easily come up with hundreds of millions. Old Mo said that this trip to Las Vegas was the right one.

Keep in mind that this is US dollars! One hundred million dollars in Hong Kong can buy a lot of land.

Old Mo nodded and said, "Okay. Take me to see it."

Led by Felix, the group quickly arrived at the ruins of the villa.

Now, this place is truly a ruin. However, although the villa has collapsed, the main framework is still intact.

Old Mo glanced around and, sure enough, found a safe. Although the safe was covered by bricks, it wasn't completely buried.

As long as there's a gap, Lao Mo can be stored in the space.

With a thought, he put the safe into his spatial storage.

Looking at the villa in front of him, Old Mo's face turned cold.

"Mr. Felix, are you asking me to find the safe here?"

Felix said helplessly, "I can't do anything about it! The money's already here, what can I do?"

While saying this, they were cursing inwardly, "Isn't this all your own doing?"

Old Mo's face turned cold, and he immediately drew his gun and fired a shot into the man's head.

Felix's head was smashed open, his eyes widened, and he went limp.

"Fuck, you hired someone to kidnap me, and now you dare to mess with me? You're asking for it. Alright, Mr. Caesar, my friend."

"Finding the safe is probably impossible. You can search here if you have time. I'm heading back now."

As Lao Mo spoke, he took Ye Zimei and left.

"Wait for me, wait for me..."

Caesar quickly followed.

Not in a safe zone, he doesn't want to leave Old Mo's side for even a moment.

There's no other way; if Lao Mo disappears, his bet three days from now will be over.

Once outside, Old Mo immediately gave the order for his men to help him move the cannon into the trunk of the car.

Old Mo was also true to his word; he took a suitcase directly from the trunk and handed it to Larmi.

"Dear Mr. Larmy, thank you for protecting me and my wife these past two days. Here is one million; take it and give it to the brothers as I promised. Keep the rest as my way of thanking you."

Larmi was immediately excited and bowed deeply to Old Mo.

"Thank you, Mr. Chen. I thank you on behalf of all my brothers."

Old Mo waved his hand and said, "You're too kind. We're all brothers who've fought side by side, no need for formalities. By the way..."

Old Mo took another large leather suitcase from the trunk and tossed it directly to Caesar.

"Mr. Caesar, here's ten million. Take it and use it to settle the official troubles caused by this matter. If it's not enough, just ask me for more, okay?"

"All right!"

Caesar had no choice but to accept it. This money should indeed be paid by Old Mo; it was a matter of principle, and he wouldn't argue with Old Mo. He also knew that Old Mo wasn't short of money.

Caesar was unaware that he was now subtly aligning himself with Old Mordred.

There was no way around it; when he encountered someone even stronger than himself, Caesar unknowingly succumbed to their charms.

"Alright. Tell the guys, tonight at Caesars Grand Hotel, it's my treat."