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

Chapter 264: Passionate Blood, It's Either You Die or I Live

They had never seen a battle like this, where it was a fight to the death, a battle where the enemy was completely wiped out.

They have tanks; it would be easy for them to charge in.

So they got scared, and morale began to waver.

Soon, the news reached Guan Xiong, who was also dumbfounded.

What should I do? Am I going to die?

Although their Khun Sa Group is more powerful than the Nai Mi Group, it's too late to help them now.

Khun Sa's troops are still in the Golden Triangle! Even if they were to bring the troops over by vehicle at full speed, it would still take most of the day.

Most importantly, it's simply impossible. Because they simply don't have that many troop transports.

Therefore, the earliest we can expect to receive support is one or two days later.

They won't be able to hold out for a day or two; the enemy has tanks!

When Lao Mo saw his expression, he immediately frowned.

This won't do. If he hands over Wucha, his entire plan will be ruined.

"Brother Guan Xiong, do you really think Naimi came here to rescue Wucha? No, you're wrong. If you were captured, would your general have come to rescue you in such a grand manner?"

I don't think so. So, Naimi's purpose in coming here this time is not to save Wucha; it's for me.

He doesn't want us to cooperate; he wants to capture me and force me to cooperate with him. That's his real goal. Even if we release Wu Cha, they won't let us go.

Upon hearing this, Guan Xiong finally realized what was happening.

Yup!

He found it hard to believe when he heard the news.

It's just one ordinary person, is it really necessary to bring hundreds of people and even tanks to rescue them?

These white-faced bastards are all driven by profit; they have no sense of loyalty or honor.

Bringing so many people to fight a battle, just to save one person. No matter how you look at it, it's a losing proposition.

Nami wouldn't do that.

So, Old Mo is right, his goal is to capture Old Mo.

Therefore, even if Wucha is handed over, it will be of no use.

Once Wu Cha returns, he won't let Guan Xiong and Lao Mo off the hook. They'll only be in more trouble then.

Therefore, this person absolutely cannot be released.

Most importantly, if Guan Xiong ruins his cooperation with Lao Mo, their boss will not let him off the hook.

Therefore, this battle must be fought. Even if we cannot win, we must take Lao Mo away from here.

The base can be lost, but Old Mo cannot be lost.

"Hiss..."

"Brother Mo, what do you suggest we do?"

Old Mo looked at him and said seriously, "Brother, do you believe me?"

Guan Xiong nodded, indicating his belief.

"Alright. Trust me, bring that Wucha here, and we'll go to the front lines. Don't worry, no matter what, I'll help you win this battle."

However, from now on you'll have to listen to me. Don't worry, I won't give orders, so I won't take over your command. Just follow my instructions on a few things.

Guan Xiong nodded and said, "Okay, brother, whatever you say goes."

Guan Xiong was really going all out.

There's no other way; it's time to fight tooth and nail.

Soon, the three arrived at the trenches on the front line.

When his men saw that important figures had arrived, their morale soared.

If powerful figures can die, then they have nothing to fear. Follow a powerful figure and risk it all; promotion and wealth are within reach!

This is the mentality of people at the bottom of society; they all want to perform well in front of important people.

Wu Cha was soon taken to the trenches on the front lines.

Old Mo held up a megaphone and stretched it out of the trench, shouting, "Luo Cha, I'm Old Mo. Can you pass on a message to that old bastard Nai Mi?"

Not only will I not release Wu Cha, I'll also take his life. Anyone who dares to mess with me will have their entire family wiped out. Drag him out here!

Wu Cha was dragged and taken outside the trench.

Wu Cha also speaks Cantonese, and upon hearing this, his anger level immediately skyrocketed.

"Old Mo, you're a Hong Kong bastard, how dare you come to our Thailand to show off? You just wait, I'll take you up there and make you regret ever being born."

"Very well, let's see who regrets it then? I'll give you a big gift first."

Old Mo, carrying a large machete, jumped out of the trench.

Wu Cha took one look and was immediately terrified.

"Old Mo, what do you want to do?"

"hehe……"

"You'll find out what I'm going to do in a minute. You dared to assassinate my brother? I'll send you on your way."

Old Mo, wielding a large cleaver, shouted at Luo Cha, "Luo Cha, watch closely! I'll show you what happens when you offend me, Old Mo!"

As Lao Mo spoke, he brandished his large machete and chopped off Wu Cha's head with a single stroke.

Through the telescope, Wu Cha watched the head fly up, his eyes bulging with rage.

That bastard. The mission the general entrusted to him was ruined by this bastard.

"Old Mo, I'll fucking kill you. Men, pass on my orders: tanks, prepare! Launch a full-scale attack! I swear I'll never rest until I take Old Mo's head today!"

As soon as Luo Cha gave the order, the two tanks were immediately ready.

Like a mother hen leading her chicks, the tanks, followed by countless infantrymen, slowly surged up the mountain.

"They're here. Brothers, get ready and give them a good beating."

Old Mo shouted, raised his Mauser SP66, locked onto an enemy behind the tank, and fired a shot.

An enemy behind the tank suddenly slumped over and fell down.

Yes, the two sides were still five or six hundred meters apart when Lao Mo had already started killing people.

Although those people hid behind the tanks, there were too many of them to hide at all.

Old Mo fired a shot, immediately moved to another spot, stuck his head out again, aimed at another enemy, and fired another shot.

Gaa...

Another enemy fell.

"Good, good marksmanship."

Guan Xiong shouted excitedly.

Everyone else's eyes lit up when they saw it.

This big shot's marksmanship is amazing.

Upon seeing this, the two tanks immediately stopped, moved their turrets, and fired a shot at the spot where Old Mo had just fired.

"boom……"

Pebbles flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

Unfortunately, Old Mo is no longer there.

He moved to another location, locked onto an enemy with his divine sense, and decisively pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, and another enemy fell.

Goodness, that's incredible.

At a distance of five or six hundred meters, one shot, one kill. That's terrifying.

With such a sharpshooter on our side, what are we afraid of?

Immediately, morale soared.

Old Mo moved to another spot. This time, he simply extended the gun without even sticking his head out, and decisively pulled the trigger.

Yes, he locks onto the enemy using his divine sense, so he doesn't need to use his eyes at all. Therefore, whether his head sticks out or not makes no difference.

A gunshot rang out, and another enemy fell.

My God!

Lu Xiangdong, who was following behind him, was dumbfounded.

The people next to Lao Mo were also dumbfounded.

Even a blind shot can take down an enemy from 500 or 600 meters away!

Is this guy even human?