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

Chapter 133: Meeting Lou Bancheng

Old Mo took the elevator back to the presidential suite.

As soon as he entered, the Su brothers were already waiting for him in the lobby.

"Boss, you're back. Yao Yao is already asleep."

Old Mo sat down on the sofa in the lobby and took out a cigarette. Su Chunbo immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Old Mo took a deep breath and exhaled. He didn't look very happy.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Su Chunbo quickly asked.

Old Mo said calmly, "That Niu Lang is dead, but he has brought me a new enemy."

Haha, this enemy was originally my friend's wife. I originally thought it had nothing to do with them, so I didn't bother with them.

I can't believe it! My daughter ended up like this because of them. Hah... They really brought it on themselves!

Brothers, tell me, should I let them go?

"That won't do! They've ruined Yao Yao like this, how can they expect to live? Boss, I'll go with you, we have to kill them."

The Su brothers immediately chimed in.

Old Mo shook his head and said, "No need, you all just take good care of Yao Yao at home. I'll go there alone; it's better to take revenge personally."

After saying that, Lao Mo stood up, walked over and opened his daughter's room, and glanced at Chen Yao, who was fast asleep on the bed.

Then, he silently closed the door.

"My two brothers, thank you for your hard work. Take good care of my daughter, I'll be right back."

Old Mo arrived at the hotel entrance, hailed a taxi, and headed to the Pingdingshan villa area.

Without any surprises or dangers, Lao Mo arrived safely at the Pingdingshan villa area.

Using the same technique, he slipped into the villa area.

Old Mo started looking for the house number.

Fifty-six, fifty-eight, this is it.

Old Mo walked up; the villa's yard was quite large, with an iron gate.

There's no one guarding the gate here, but there are streetlights.

Old Mo looked around and found a button nearby. He pressed it twice.

Inside the villa, a tinkling sound rang out.

"Who is it? It's the middle of the night."

A middle-aged man in his fifties or sixties opened the villa door and came out.

Old Mo had already scanned it with his divine sense. This old fellow was Lou Bancheng's butler, Butler Xiong.

Although they weren't very close, Lao Mo still recognized this guy.

Butler Xiong walked up and looked at Old Mo with suspicion.

"Who is it? It's the middle of the night."

Old Mo sneered, "Butler Xiong, do you have a bad memory? Don't you even recognize your fellow villager?"

The voice sounded familiar, with a slight Beijing accent, and Butler Xiong immediately began to scrutinize Old Mo.

"Oh, you look familiar. Let me think. That's right, I remember now, Old Mo from Beijing, isn't he?"

Butler Xiong exclaimed exaggeratedly.

Old Mo nodded, his face expressionless, and said, "It's me. Since you recognize me, why don't you open the door?"

Butler Xiong smiled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we are indeed from the same hometown, but unfortunately, we don't have much of a relationship!"

Butler Xiong sized up Old Mo, then sneered, "How did someone like you get into our villa area?"

Are you kidding me? Back when they beat you up, it was Butler Xiong who arranged it. Now you're letting me in? That's a joke!

What does that mean? It means contempt, blatant contempt.

Old Mo said coldly, "Butler Xiong, I wasn't really keen on killing you, after all, we're from the same hometown. It's just a pity you've ruined your own life."

The next second, Butler Xiong's eyes widened. He saw that Old Mo was holding a gun, the muzzle pointed directly at him.

In fact, Old Mo could have slipped inside. But he didn't want to start a massacre right away, because there weren't enough people in the villa. He wanted to make this family regret ever being born.

Gaa...

The butler was stunned when he saw the muzzle of Old Mo's gun. He wanted to shout, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

He knew that if he shouted, Old Mo's gun would definitely go off.

Old Mo remained remarkably calm: "Open the door."

"Okay, okay."

Butler Xiong immediately obeyed, took out the key, and opened the door for Lao Mo.

Old Mo went inside, put away his gun, grabbed Butler Xiong by the collar, dragged him to the villa entrance, and threw him inside.

With a loud bang.

Butler Xiong smashed open the villa's front door, fell to the ground, and cried out in pain. His legs were broken, and he couldn't get up.

The commotion immediately alerted the people inside the villa.

There was immediate movement inside.

Lou Bancheng appeared in the second-floor corridor wearing pajamas.

From the second-floor corridor, you can see the entire situation of the first-floor lobby.

Old Mo slowly walked in and looked up at Lou Bancheng.

"Boss Lou, long time no see! If you don't want to die so quickly, come down and let's talk!"

Lou Bancheng's pupils contracted.

"Old Mo, are you Old Mo?"

"Knowing it's me, why don't you get down here right now?"

Lou Bancheng smiled when he saw that it really was Lao Mo.

Immediately afterwards, six burly men emerged from other rooms.

They flanked Lou Bancheng, one on each side, and slowly walked down the stairs.

Lou Bancheng slowly walked to the large, soft sofa in the lobby on the first floor, plopped down, and leaned back on the sofa.

He spread his arms and placed them on the back of the sofa. Six burly men stood steadily behind him.

This pose is very aggressive and imposing.

Old Mo ignored him and just watched him show off quietly.

Lou Bancheng took out a cigar, and a bodyguard immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him.

Lou Bancheng took a light inhale, blew it out, and then spoke.

"Hey, our little coward from Beijing back then has grown up and come to Hong Kong now? Hong Kong must be tough, right? Did you run into some trouble?"

The way he said that made it sound like he wasn't Old Mo's enemy at all. It was more like a poor relative coming to visit.

"hehe……"

This scene amused Old Mo.

Old Mo walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down.

He took out a cigarette, lit it, and crossed his legs.

"Lou Bancheng, judging from your appearance, you're doing quite well in Hong Kong. By the way, where's your daughter, Lou Xiao'e? I haven't seen her around."

Old Mo scanned the area with his divine sense but didn't see Lou Xiao'e or He Xiao. Even Lou Xiao'e's mother wasn't in the villa.

This is also why he didn't rush to start killing.

Lou Bancheng chuckled and said, "So, what brings you to my house today? Injuring my butler as soon as you walk in, isn't that a bit much?"

Old Mo said, "Lou Bancheng, you'd better tell me where your daughter and your concubine are. Otherwise, you'll suffer a terrible death later."

The two of them were completely on different wavelengths, each saying their own thing.

Lou Bancheng smiled.

"Oh, you mean your daughter! I know, you came here looking for your daughter, right? I'm sorry to tell you some bad news. If I'm not mistaken, your daughter's arms and legs have been broken, and she's begging on the streets now!"