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

Chapter 225: A Ghostly Encounter?

Old Mo laughed: "You fat bastard, what did you just say? You said you were going to break my arms and legs, right?"

Before Fei Long could speak, Lao Mo suddenly produced another submachine gun in his left hand and fired a burst of bullets at the side.

Several people fell instantly. One of them was still holding a gun, but unfortunately, the gun was now on the ground and he was dead.

This guy wanted to ambush Lao Mo, but unfortunately he didn't know that Lao Mo possessed divine sense. Lao Mo would detect anyone attempting to ambush him beforehand.

"Everyone, don't move! If you move again, I'll shoot your boss dead with one burst of bullets."

Fei Long immediately shouted, "Don't move! Don't move! Everyone, don't move!"

Fei Long was terrified. This guy wasn't just carrying one submachine gun; where did he get the other one from?

Unbelievable, truly unbelievable!

The henchmen around him thought the same thing.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

With those two submachine guns in hand, who would dare to cause trouble?

Old Mo ignored these people and directly pointed his submachine gun at Fatty Dragon.

"Answer my question. Didn't you just say you were going to break my arms and legs? Now tell me, should I break your arms or your legs?"

"No, no, no, Brother Mo, Brother Mo, let's talk this out, let's talk this out!"

Fatty Dragon immediately shouted loudly.

He finally became the head of the Sun Yee On triad, and he didn't want to die.

If his arms and legs were broken, it would be worse than death for him. Those who wanted his place might kill his whole family.

"Now you know how to talk things out properly? Why didn't you talk things out properly before?"

"Didn't you just say I wouldn't have a chance to bite you? I'll bite you right now."

Old Mo lowered his head and bit his ear, pulling hard and tearing his ear off.

"Aaaaaah, woohoo woohoo woohoo..."

Feilong clutched his ears in pain and rolled around on the ground in agony.

Old Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, and with a "pui" sound, he spat out his ear.

"Hahahaha..."

Old Mo stomped on his head: "Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you pretending to be dead now? You want to stand up for so-and-so and fight with me, Old Mo? Do you even have the strength? You old geezer."

At the scene, apart from Fei Long's roar, no one dared to step forward.

It was eerily quiet.

There's nothing I can do, this person is too terrifying.

The person simply said, "Go ahead and bite me," and he actually bit off their ear.

Old Mo raised his head and looked at his underlings around him.

"What are you all looking at? Get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, the henchmen felt as if they had been granted a pardon and ran away as fast as they could. In an instant, they vanished without a trace.

Old Mo suddenly pointed his gun at the doorway and fired a burst of bullets.

"Ahhh..."

A series of screams rang out, and several people collapsed.

Those were Fatty Dragon's loyal henchmen, trying to ambush him from the shadows. Unfortunately for them, Old Mo was the last thing he feared.

"Everyone get out of here and close the door. Don't stand in the doorway, or you'll die."

The next moment, several doors were slammed shut with loud bangs.

Old Mo pointed his submachine gun at a door and fired several shots, leaving several holes in the door.

Several screams came from outside the door, and several more people fell to the ground.

"Everyone, get away from the door. Anyone who tries to steal my life will suffer the consequences."

Those guys finally behaved themselves. They all hid outside the door, and not one of them dared to launch a sneak attack.

Old Mo was finally relieved.

He went to his seat, placed his two pistols on the coffee table, and sat down.

"Are you dead? If you're not, sit up and stop pretending to be a dead dog."

Fei Long covered his ears, endured the pain, got up, and sat back down in his original spot.

"You fat pig, do you still dare to stand up for others? Even the top French assassins couldn't kill me, so what about you? Don't you even know how strong you are?"

"Tell me, where is the Chaozhou congee? Don't test my patience, or I really will break your arms and legs."

Fei Long quickly said, "He's in the back. I'll have someone bring him in right away, and you can do whatever you want with him. Guards!"

Fat Dragon roared loudly.

Soon, Fat Dragon's top henchman pushed open the door and walked in.

"Boss, what's up?"

"Go, go and bring that bastard Chaozhou Congee here to me."

"Yes."

The henchman quickly ran out.

However, he quickly returned, his face ashen, and said, "Boss, that bastard Chaozhou porridge ran away."

"Son of a bitch."

Fatty almost burst into tears.

"Mr. Mo, he's run away, what should we do?"

This made Lao Mo unhappy.

He looked at the underling who came in and asked, "What's your name? What's your position in the Sun Yee On triad?"

The underling quickly bowed slightly and said, "My name is Xiang Huaren, and I'm the second-in-command at Xingye An."

Old Mo laughed upon hearing this: "Very good, you've found the second-in-command. If Fat Lung were dead now, would you be capable of taking control of Sun Yee On?"

"what?"

Fatty Dragon was taken aback upon hearing this.

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

Old Mo picked up a submachine gun and pointed it at him.

"Shut up, you ignorant old fool. If you dare interrupt me again, I'll shoot you right now."

Fei Long's eyes were bloodshot, but he didn't dare to utter a sound.

Old Mo looked at Xiang Huaren: "Answer me, if this old bastard dies, will you be able to take control of Sun Yee On?"

Xiang Huaren took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

Fatty Dragon immediately exploded.

"You bastard, Xiang Huaren, you traitor! I've treated you well, and you dare to betray me!"

Without a second thought, Old Mo pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da..."

Fei Long's body suddenly swayed as if dancing, riddled with bullets, and he lay motionless on the sofa.

His eyes were wide open, staring blankly as he died.

"Old man, you're treating my words like they're nothing."

Old Mo moved the gun towards Xiang Huaren and said, "From now on, you are the boss of Sun Yee On. I don't expect you to be my henchman, but if I need anything from you, you must listen to me. Understand?"

Xiang Huaren quickly replied, "Understood."

"Great. Give me your phone number."

Xiang Huaren quickly gave out his phone number.

Old Mo nodded and said, "After you stabilize the Sun Yee On triad, lead it to transform its operations and stop selling heroin. If you encounter any difficulties, you can come to me. Can you promise me that?"

Xiang Huaren was stunned and asked, "If we don't sell flour, what will we do?"

Old Mo said, "There are so many things you can do, such as manufacturing and real estate. If you do them well, you can earn just as much as you would selling heroin."

"We'll discuss this issue after you've settled things with the Sun Yee On triad. You can come to my house to talk then. Goodbye."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he disappeared immediately.

Gaa...

Xiang Huaren was almost scared to death.

"No, where are they? Where are their guns?"

"Am I fucking seeing a ghost?"

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