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

Chapter 392: One Encounter, One Arm

Old Mo looked at Princess Anne and said speechlessly, "What am I supposed to do? They've gone too far. If I don't go, they'll make an even bigger scene."

Princess Anne didn't know what to say; she knew Old Murdoch was telling the truth.

"husband."

Princess Anne affectionately held Old Murdoch's arm: "Honey, promise me you won't kill him, okay?"

Old Mo laughed: "What? Darling, are you feeling sorry for him?"

Princess Anne quickly waved her hand and said, "No, no, if you kill him, our marriage will be in trouble. His father will not let this go."

His father is an old, powerful nobleman in our area. If his son dies, he might go mad, and even my mother wouldn't be able to control him.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Alright. As long as it's not out of pity for him, that's fine. I can only promise you I won't kill him. But I have to go to this battle, otherwise, he'll cause even more trouble."

Princess Anne smiled and hugged Old Murdoch tightly.

"Honey, you're so good to me."

Old Mo patted her on the shoulder: "Alright. Stop being so sentimental, let's go together! I'm going to take you for a drive later!"

Unfortunately, Mark turned around and saw this scene. Instantly, his teeth clenched and his fists tightened.

"Damn yellow-skinned pig, I'm going to stab you to death with my sword."

Old Murdoch, holding Princess Anne's hand, slowly walked towards him.

"Damn it, fuck."

Mark turned his head away, unwilling to watch any longer, and walked toward the ring through gritted teeth.

Arriving in the middle of the training ground, Mark jumped directly onto the ring.

He drew his sword and pointed it at Old Mo: "You damned yellow-skinned pig, come here. I'm going to slice you to death, one sword at a time. I'll make you wish you were dead."

At that moment, the muscles in Mark's face contorted. He glared at Old Mo with intense resentment, wishing he could tear him to pieces immediately.

Princess Anne borrowed a sword from a guard and handed it to Old Murdoch.

"Husband, remember, you promised me you would never kill anyone."

Old Mo nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm not good at anything, but I listen to my wife. Hahahaha..."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he took his sword and jumped directly onto the arena.

The sword was a British-style sword.

The ring was actually just a square platform, much larger than those used for boxing.

In England, many nobles preferred to settle matters through duels.

Once on the dueling platform, both sides tacitly agree that they are not concerned about life or death.

Therefore, only fearless warriors dare to step into the ring.

People like Mark are not brave because they think they have Old Murdoch figured out.

A person of Asian descent simply does not have the conditions to practice martial arts.

Most importantly, this guy is 1.9 meters tall and weighs 190 pounds. Old Mo and him are not even in the same league. How can they be compared?

Therefore, Mark was so confident that he insisted on provoking Old Mo and challenging him to a duel, wanting to take Old Mo down in the ring.

To his surprise, Lao Mo actually fell for the trick and actually went into the ring.

Once he's in the ring, he can kill Old Mo openly and honestly, without bearing any responsibility.

If Old Mo kills him, it will definitely be troublesome, but if he kills Old Mo, then even the Queen won't be able to do anything about it.

That's why he insisted on going to the ring to duel.

As soon as he saw Old Mo jump onto the ring, Mark immediately revealed a ferocious smile.

"Haha, you yellow-skinned pig, your end has come. Today, I'm going to cut off your limbs and make you wish you were dead."

Mark drew his sword and rushed toward Old Mo without hesitation.

Old Mo tested the sword in his hand. And you know what? This kind of English sword was quite good; it was very easy to use.

Marco rushed to Old Mo's side and thrust his sword at him.

"Haha, you yellow-skinned pig, I'll kill you..."

Mark's archery skills were excellent; he thrust his sword into Old Mo's chest with incredible speed.

The next moment, Mark felt his thrusting sword encounter resistance.

He suddenly realized, had he hit the target?

However, when he realized what had happened, he found that he had missed.

Old Mo used his divine sense to deflect the tip of his sword.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his sword upwards.

"Pfft..."

The sound of a sword cutting into flesh is incredibly satisfying.

With a soft "thud," Mark's sword-wielding arm was severed in half.

One arm holding the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.

"what……"

Mark screamed, clutching his severed arm with his left hand, and stumbled back a few steps, staring at Old Mo in disbelief.

Yes, if it were a proper sword fight, Lao Mo definitely wouldn't be able to beat him.

After all, they're professionals.

Old Mo, a civilian assassin, had never even touched a sword like this in his two lives. How could he possibly defeat someone like that?

Unfortunately, Mark was unlucky and ran into someone who was cheating.

He stared at Lao Mo in disbelief, his face pale, unable to react for a long time.

"No way, no way, how could I have lost?"

He exclaimed in surprise.

Even now, he still doesn't understand how his hand was chopped off in a single encounter.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Trash, someone like you wants to marry Princess Anne? Go back to sleep!"

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he jumped off the stage.

Under normal circumstances, Old Murdoch would never have let him off the hook, but he had no choice but to agree to Princess Anne's request.

He knew that releasing the tiger back into the mountains would surely bring retaliation, but he was not afraid.

He came here all alone, what is there to be afraid of?

"No……"

Mark screamed in agony and knelt on the ring. The pain from his severed arm was excruciating.

Old Mo ignored him completely, jumped off the platform, returned the sword to the guard, and then took Princess Anne's hand and left.

Princess Anne held Wolf Ink's hand obediently, never once turning to look at Mark.

"No. You yellow-skinned pig, the hatred for stealing my wife is irreconcilable, I will never let you go. Ah..."

Mark roared wildly to the sky.

The guards quickly jumped onto the stage and took out some things to bandage him up.

There's no other way; we can't let him die here.

Old Mo acted as if nothing had happened and led Princess Anne to the old car.

"Dear Princess Anne, please get in the car."

Old Mo made a gentlemanly gesture.

Princess Anne smiled and gracefully got into the car.

Old Mo then got into the driver's seat, started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove off.

At that moment, the Queen stood at the window on the third floor, watching this scene unfold.

"Sigh. He really is a fearless man! It seems like things aren't going to get peaceful for a while."

The Queen sighed and hurried downstairs; yes, she was going to clean up Old Mo's mess.

She didn't know if she could clean it properly, but it had to be cleaned anyway.