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

Chapter 42: Work Begins, Making Liu Haizhong a Childless Heir

These three guys have no sense of martial ethics; they'll grab someone at the slightest provocation.

At that moment, a stick suddenly appeared in Old Mo's hand.

There were two loud bangs.

The two men who rushed up suddenly felt dizzy, their eyes rolled back, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Gaa...

The leader was stunned.

Is this guy holding a stick? How come I didn't know?

He was looking at it just now, but it clearly wasn't there!

There was no time to think, and the guy didn't care about anything else; he simply pulled out his gun from his waist.

However, as he extended his gun, he felt his wrist becoming unresponsive, and a stick struck his wrist with a thud.

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the gun fell to the ground with a thud.

"Ah, woohoo..."

The guy clutched his severed hand and tried to yell, but a stick was already shoved into his mouth.

He fell to the ground, and the stick was thrust in wildly, almost giving him a deep throat.

The guy wisely covered his severed hand and dared not shout loudly.

Old Mo bent down, picked up the gun, and took the stick out of his mouth.

"Are all of you involved in the black market armed?"

The stick was pulled out of his mouth, and the guy wisely didn't yell or scream.

Shouting at this point would be forcing Old Mo to kill him.

These gangsters are quite pragmatic.

"No, I'm just a small leader, that's why I'm armed. Brother, we were wrong."

"Please let us go for Brother Long's sake! My hand is broken, I need to get to the hospital right away."

The guy answered honestly.

"What's your name?"

"Wen Dong, people in the underworld give me face, so call me Brother Dong. You can just call me Xiao Dong."

Where can I find dragon scales?

"this……"

Wen Dong hesitated.

Old Mo raised the stick in his hand expressionlessly, aiming it at his head.

Wen Dong felt a chilling killing intent wash over him. He immediately sensed that this was a ruthless killer, and he had no doubt that Lao Mo would dare to kill him.

"Wait, wait, I'll tell you. There's a casino at No. 68 West Suburb Street. You can usually find him there."

Xijiao Street is the street next to the black market; Lao Mo knows that.

"Are there many people there?"

"There are about ten of us, the rest are just people who come to the casino to play."

Where does he live?

"Brother, we men of the underworld believe in keeping family members out of trouble. Why don't you just leave this question unanswered?"

"I'm asking you where he lives?"

Old Mo coldly raised the stick again.

"Wait a minute, I'll tell you, I'll tell you. It's at No. 78 Donglai Hutong."

Have you considered the consequences of lying to me?

As he said this, Old Mo used his consciousness to look into the guy's eyes. He could sense that the guy wasn't lying to him.

"Tell me, who's in his family?"

……

Old Mo asked many more questions and, after receiving satisfactory answers, decisively struck Wen Dong on the head with a stick.

The guy tilted his head and promptly passed out.

Old Mo tried it out, and with a thought, he actually managed to put those three guys into his spatial storage.

These three guys were just stunned, but after entering the space, they all died within two minutes, just like those chickens.

Old Mo had tried it before; a conscious person couldn't receive messages from the space.

It seems that knocked-out people can be taken in, but they won't survive once inside.

Inside the space, Lao Mo could see that all three guys were carrying knives, money, and the like. Wen Dong, in particular, was carrying more than a dozen bullets.

Old Mo separated the money and valuables from the corpse, counted them, and found that there were thirty-eight pieces in total.

Unexpectedly, I received an extra income.

Most importantly, tonight I also got my hands on a gun, a Type 54 pistol that I don't know how many years it's been used.

Old Mo fiddled with the gun in his hand, then left the scene. He went back to sleep.

As for the bodies of the three people in Wendong, we can find a place to dispose of them when the opportunity arises.

Meanwhile, the deaf old lady in the hospital was starving.

Looking at the food scattered on the ground, she wanted to crawl over and take a bite, but unfortunately, she couldn't reach it.

Her broken leg was in a cast and hung there, preventing her from moving long distances.

At first, she tried to hold on. But as time went on, she simply couldn't take it anymore.

She tried to climb out of bed, moving around for a while, until finally her broken leg fell off the cloth hook, making him wince in pain.

After resting for a while, the pain finally subsided. She started trying to roll off the bed.

In the end, she succeeded. But when her leg fell off the bed, the pain almost made her faint again.

Although it hurt a lot, he was finally able to eat.

Old Mo cooked her rice, a pork knuckle, and a fish.

She crawled over, grabbed the pork knuckle, and started biting into it. Then she grabbed a handful of rice from the ground and stuffed it into her mouth.

This is a hospital, and the floor is tiled. It's relatively clean.

The deaf old lady lay on the ground like a dog and began to eat heartily.

This was left for her on purpose by Lao Mo. And you know what? He was really afraid that the deaf old lady would die.

I just don't know how she'll get into bed after she finishes eating.

When Lao Mo returned to the courtyard house, the main gate opened with a simple push.

Wait, this door isn't locked.

Old Mo walked into the courtyard.

The Yan family members were still arguing loudly there.

Old Mo gave a cold laugh, already knowing why the door wasn't locked. Yan Bugui, on the other hand, had no time to worry about locking the door.

The Jia family's place in the Intermediate People's Court had quieted down, since it was already past ten o'clock.

Outside the Jia family's gate stood a coffin. Presumably because they were reluctant to spend money, the coffin was very rough, with extremely sharp edges.

Moreover, he placed the coffin in a very conspicuous spot, blocking the path from the middle courtyard to the back courtyard. This meant that Old Mo had to go around the coffin to get back to the back courtyard.

This is very typical of Jia Zhangshi, as if she's afraid people won't know someone in her family has died. Or perhaps, by making it more public, she wants to draw attention and elicit sympathy for her family.

Old Mo glanced at Yi Zhonghai's house; there was still a faint light in the bedroom.

It seems that Li Cuilian can't sleep.

The backyard was also quiet.

Old Mo returned home and lay down on his bed.

Speaking of Yi Zhonghai.

Since he was arrested today, his story has been the talk of the town throughout Nanluoguxiang, including the steel rolling mill.

A once-revered moral paragon, his public image completely collapsed overnight, and he was vilified like a dog.

When he was arrested today, there were more than a hundred people watching the spectacle.

Most of them were from the steel rolling mill, and some were even gossipy middle-aged women. It's no wonder this matter can't be kept secret.

However, after Yi Zhonghai was arrested, no matter how Chen Qingshan interrogated him, he always said that he had good intentions but did bad things.

He's just a level eight fitter, he wouldn't even look at that little bit of money.

Chen Qingshan wasn't in a hurry. He locked him up first and sent someone to notify He Yushui to handle the matter and tell her that her brother had become a murderer.

During dinner, He Yushui finally received the news.

When He Yushui received this news, she was completely stunned.

The impact of these two pieces of news was undoubtedly nuclear-level; they truly stunned her.

The mentally challenged brother who raised her from childhood has become a murderer?

The father who abandoned her when she was a child actually didn't abandon her and even sent them living expenses every month?

Also, Yi Zhonghai was arrested for embezzling their living expenses?

Each and every one of these things felt so incredible to her.

So that very night, she took her husband to the Hongxing Police Station.

Of course, Lao Mo knew nothing about these things, nor did he want to get involved. He only hoped that He Yushui wouldn't go so far as to send Yi Zhonghai to the far northwest.

Now, Lao Mo is concerned about Liu Haizhong's actions in stopping Yan Bugui today, which has angered him greatly. He is now only thinking about how to make Liu Haizhong's line end.