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

Chapter 290: What?! This is actually a mortar!

Upon hearing this, Caesar was finally relieved.

"Honey, you're finally back! You scared me to death!"

Back in the room, Ye Zimei immediately threw herself into Lao Mo's arms.

Even though she knew perfectly well that Old Mo would be alright, she was still worried!

Old Mo put his arm around her, patted her shoulder, and said, "Are you silly for worrying about me? Come here, let your husband comfort you."

"You're bad..."

On the Flamingo side, Larmi led dozens of cars to stop in front of the Flamingo.

Larmi got out of the car, picked up a submachine gun, and fired it at the sky...

The intense gunfire immediately startled the performers and spectators, sending them scattering in all directions.

These people disappeared in an instant.

Countless men in black got out of the car, armed with submachine guns, and rushed into the Flamingo.

Soon, intense gunfire erupted from inside, and the two sides were engaged in a fierce battle.

In the end, Larmi led his men to storm the Flamingo Casino.

Unfortunately, they failed to capture Felix.

"Tell me, where did Felix go?"

Larmi, standing with his foot on a large black man, stared at him with a gun and asked coldly.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! Our boss isn't here anymore. I heard there was a gunfight at headquarters, so he went back."

"Fuck, you bastard."

Larmi shot the black man dead and led his men straight to their headquarters—the same twelve-story building Old Mo had just stormed out of.

Three gunfights took place in Las Vegas throughout the night, each one incredibly intense.

However, Old Mo did not see Felix until dawn.

In the morning, Lao Mo brought Ye Zimei to the restaurant for breakfast.

Caesar also brought Ferramy along.

Old Mo was furious the moment he saw those two guys.

"Mr. Caesar, Mr. Ferramin. Last night, Mr. Caesar promised me that he would see Felix within two hours. It's just a pity that you broke your promise, Mr. Caesar."

Caesar blushed and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen, that bastard Felike has gone into hiding. He's hiding in Lierpu Manor, and I'm currently communicating with Lierpu to get him to hand him over. It will probably take some time."

Ferramin quickly said, "Mr. Chen, I'm so sorry, Lipp is the head of the Italian Mafia, and his power should not be underestimated. But I promise you, I will definitely capture Felix and let you do whatever you want with him."

Old Mo said speechlessly, "In the end, it's still because you guys aren't strong enough! What's the use of you promising me? Last night, Brother Caesar also promised me."

But has it been useful? I'm starting to doubt whether cooperating with you was the right decision.

Old Mo's words went a bit too far; they were questioning someone's abilities!

Caesar quickly said, "Mr. Chen, you don't need to doubt our strength. We are one of the best in Las Vegas. In Las Vegas, anyone who messes with me will pay the price."

Old Mo's expression had turned very unpleasant.

"Mr. Caesar, is it fun to brag? Lend me your men for a moment, I'll handle this myself."

Caesar blushed slightly, but still stubbornly said, "Mr. Chen, you should leave this matter to us! If anything happens to you, we'll definitely lose the bet in three days."

Old Mo chuckled coldly, "No, don't worry! The person who can kill me hasn't been born yet! Today I'll show you what true strength is."

After breakfast.

Old Mo set off with Ye Zimei.

Caesar was worried and insisted on coming along.

There's no way around it. Just like he said, if something happens to Lao Mo, then we're finished.

Once the bet is made, they don't care whether you actually show up or not.

If no one shows up, you find someone else to gamble with. If no one gambles with you, then you lose.

So Caesar followed.

Old Mo is too domineering; he can't stop him even if he wants to.

Old Mo drove himself, with Ye Zimei sitting in the passenger seat.

Ye Zimei was dressed in a smart camouflage uniform, carrying a submachine gun. She also had two pistols and several grenades on her waist.

Any man who dares to bully Ye Zimei will be taught a lesson by Ye Zimei.

In the back seat, Caesar sat there, looking quite depressed.

Fortunately, he brought over a hundred people with him. That gave him some confidence. Anyway, he needed to make sure Old Mo was safe.

A convoy of vehicles rumbled toward Lilbury Manor.

The car stopped outside the villa.

At this moment, the main gate of the villa was tightly shut. Inside, guards with submachine guns stood watch, and strangers were not allowed to enter.

Old Mo got out of the car, took out his binoculars, and observed the situation inside the villa. Ye Zimei and Caesar stood beside him.

In fact, the telescope was just for show; the real purpose was to extend one's spiritual sense to observe what was inside.

The resort is quite large. Besides a large villa, there are many other houses outside, housing quite a few people.

All of these people are armed with firearms.

Old Mo put down his binoculars and said, "Mr. Caesar, order your men to prepare to storm in."

Caesar was annoyed, but he still carried out his orders.

There's no way around it; this guy is the boss now. He not only has to protect his life, but also ensure his emotional well-being and keep him in a good mood.

However, before coming, Lao Mo promised him that he wouldn't rush into the villa, and only then did he agree to bring people over.

Now, what is he up to?

Old Mo smiled, went to the back of the car, and opened the trunk. He carried out three boxes.

After closing the trunk, Lao Mo walked over, opened a box, and everyone's eyes widened instantly.

One by one, they couldn't believe it, rubbed their eyes, and looked again.

oh my god

This is actually a mortar?

This man from the East is carrying a mortar?

This is ridiculous! Who's the mafia here?!

"Come on, help me carry this box over there."

Old Mo ordered those men to help him carry the boxes, which they carried to the back of a small hill.

Old Mo assembled the mortar behind the small hill.

Then, using his divine sense, he aimed at the largest villa in the manor.

Open the other two boxes; they were full of artillery shells.

Old Mo carried it himself, and a shell was inserted into the cannon barrel.

"boom……"

A shell was fired, whistling as it hurtled towards the villa in front of it.

"boom……"

A deafening explosion shook the earth. The villa was hit directly.

Old Mo smiled, picked up another shell, and stuffed it into the cannon barrel.

With a loud bang, another shell flew out.

The shell crashed into the villa with a loud bang.

Everyone present was completely dumbfounded.

We're just here to arrest someone, and you've already brought out a mortar. Are you really going to fight?

Let's rewind a few minutes to inside the villa.

Lilp sat there, drinking red wine, and sitting on the sofa opposite him was none other than Felix.

Lilple looked at him, disappointed in him.