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

Chapter 260: Wu Cha Arrested

From Guan Xiong's words, Lao Mo could tell that these women were indeed not people that ordinary people could touch.

Once they're touched, they might not be able to stay here anymore.

Old Mo chuckled, "Oh, isn't this your home?"

Guan Xiong laughed and said, "Brother Mo, you're joking. How could I be so lucky? This place exists precisely for distinguished guests like you, Brother Mo."

These drug dealers really go to great lengths to make money!

But it's alright, this is good!

With this place, he wouldn't be so bored in Thailand.

I thought this revenge trip would be boring, but it turned out to be so exciting and interesting.

Old Mo knew that until things were settled, he and Lu Xiangdong were like ancestors.

That's fine then, just enjoy yourself.

Old Mo spent the whole day here. Lu Xiangdong also got to experience what it meant to live like a god.

Guan Xiong has always lived here with them, and he arranges for his men to do all the work.

The next afternoon, one of Guan Xiong's men returned.

In Guan Xiong's room, the subordinate knocked on the door and went in.

"Boss, that bastard Wu Cha is back, with only a dozen or so men with him. Should we make a move?"

That's right, Guan Xiong actually went and did it.

What? You're saying that bastard Khun Sa disagrees? No way, it's exactly the right time; Khun Sa is taking down his rivals one by one.

Therefore, even if Mohammad doesn't come, Khun Sa will still take action.

Guan Xiong called Khun Sa and told him about it. Khun Sa agreed without hesitation.

As a result, Wucha was targeted.

That bastard Wucha spends most of his time in their base, by General Naimi's side.

However, his home is in Chiang Rai, and he still goes home two or three times a month.

I don't know if it's Guan Xiong's good luck or Lao Mo's good luck. Today, Wu Cha happened to come back.

Guan Xiong was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Alright. Find the right opportunity, and at any cost, bring him here."

At Guan Xiong's command, a gunfight broke out that very night in a villa in Chiang Rai.

Seven men died on the spot, and Wu Cha was captured alive. The rest of his men fled.

At 11 p.m., while Lao Mo was playing a game to win glory for the country, he suddenly heard the engine sound of a convoy of cars outside.

Old Mo paused, scanned the area with his divine sense, and immediately sent the women away.

Then, Old Mo got dressed, put on a cigar, and slowly came down from the second floor to the lobby on the first floor to wait.

What? Lu Xiangdong?

This guy's playing a game about winning glory for the country too! Old Mo won't bother him.

As soon as Lao Mo came downstairs, Guan Xiong also came downstairs.

He has received the call; the operation was a success.

Old Mo sat on the sofa, waiting expressionlessly.

This was the first time he had used his intelligence to kill someone. In the words of Brother Qiang's Art of War, it was killing someone with a borrowed knife.

Guan Xiong came over to Lao Mo's side and sat down.

"Brother Mo, I've done what you asked me to do. I'll bring the person in soon."

Old Mo nodded, raised his glass, and clinked it against his.

Thanks.

"You are welcome."

As they were talking, the door was pushed open, and a man with a bruised and swollen face was brought in.

He knelt down right in front of the coffee table in front of Lao Mo.

As soon as Wucha saw Guan Xiong, he immediately understood what was going on.

"You bastard, Guan Xiong, it turns out to be you, you despicable villain. Did you think you could rest easy after eliminating me with such dirty tricks?"

"Impossible! General Nami won't let you get away with this. This time, even Jesus couldn't save you, I'm telling you."

This guy was babbling on and on, and Old Mo had no idea what he was saying.

No, he seemed to understand a little bit, but it was also as if he understood nothing at all.

I should have called Lu Xiangdong down.

Guan Xiong shrugged and said, "Sorry, Wu Cha, the one who's going to deal with you isn't me, it's him."

"What?"

Wu Cha's gaze finally fell on Old Mo.

"Who are you? Why are you targeting me?"

Old Mo knew he was being spoken to, and he understood a little of it.

He said impatiently in Cantonese, "Speak human language, I don't understand what you're saying."

"what?"

Wu Cha was stunned, and said in very broken Cantonese, "Are you Chinese?"

Old Mo nodded, looking at him coldly.

Wu Cha angrily said, "We have no grudge against each other, and I don't even know you. Why are you targeting me?"

Old Mo chuckled coldly and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Old Mo, but they all like to call me Mr. Old Mo."

Wu Cha's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared wide-eyed at Lao Mo.

He asked incredulously, "You're Old Mo, the Old Mo from Hong Kong?"

Old Mo nodded and said, "Now you know why I'm targeting you, right?"

Wu Cha shook his head frantically: "No, no, even if you are Old Mo from Hong Kong, we have no grudge against each other! Why are you targeting me?"

Old Mo pulled out a Type 54 pistol, placed it on the table, and began to disassemble it with both hands.

As he dismantled the package, he said, "Wu Cha, you sent someone to assassinate my brother, leaving him in a vegetative state, and he hasn't woken up yet. Now you're telling me we have no grudge against each other?"

Old Mo disassembled the gun, then took out a cloth and slowly began to wipe it, as if he were polishing a work of art.

"Ah? I see, I see! Haha..."

Wu Cha seemed to understand. Suddenly, however, he said, still puzzled, "That's still not right. Your presence here proves you and Wu Shih-hao are at odds. Why would you want to avenge him? It doesn't make sense!"

Guan Xiong also looked at Lao Mo with incomprehension.

If Lao Mo and Wu Shih-hao are brothers, and Wu Shih-hao has already sworn not to sell heroin, then Lao Mo shouldn't be selling heroin either.

Why is he here?

Yes, whether it's Guan Xiong or Wu Cha, they all believe that Lao Mo appeared here for the white powder.

None of them expected that Lao Mo was there simply to avenge Wu Shih-hao.

There is no such person in the world.

Yes, Guan Xiong was also starting to have doubts about Lao Mo. If Lao Mo couldn't give him a satisfactory explanation, Guan Xiong might lose his temper.

Old Mo understood this principle, and he sneered, saying, "No problem, I should have thanked you. It was you who killed Wu Shih-hao that gave me the opportunity to get involved in this drug business. But that doesn't erase my hatred for you."

Do you know what? Wu Shih-hao owes me 100 million! You killed him without a word. If he doesn't wake up, who am I supposed to get that 100 million from? Tell me, who am I supposed to get it from?

It turned out to be the case.

Old Mo's explanation was perfect. Even Guan Xiong felt a little sorry for Old Mo; that was a hundred million!

If he were Old Mo, he would go crazy too.

Wu Cha was completely dumbfounded, staring wide-eyed at Lao Mo, his brain still not processing what was happening!

Old Mo's gun was already assembled. With a click, the bullet was chambered and pressed against his forehead.