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

Chapter 314: Barton Logs Offline

"Fak, what is this thing? Is it a demon?"

Someone screamed in terror.

Some people got scared and started running away. Others were still looking for Old Mo.

Chaos broke out in the manor, and everyone was filled with fear and unease.

However, Old Mo didn't care about any of that; he was focused on Barton, as long as he didn't run away.

The area around the villa was filled with the sounds of explosions.

Many people simply took off running. Some even got into their cars, started them, and drove away.

too frightening.

This is even scarier than a ghost story.

"What are you all doing running around like this? Where are they? Find them! Find them!"

Barton was still there, yelling wildly.

He noticed that fewer and fewer people were around him. They were either corpses or had disappeared.

Finally, he realized he was all alone. There was no one left for him to command.

"Where are they? Where did they all go? Come out, come out here!"

Barton shouted loudly from there.

However, his only response was the deafening roar of explosions outside.

Finally, the explosions outside stopped.

Under the streetlights, a figure slowly walked towards them.

"Who? Who the hell are you?"

Patton raised his gun and aimed it at the figure.

Just as he was unsure whether the man was friend or foe, and whether he should shoot, he was horrified to discover that the gun in his hand had suddenly disappeared.

Yes, it just vanished into thin air.

"Huh? My gun, where's my gun?"

Patton screamed in terror and frantically searched for his gun.

But once it's gone, it's gone forever; he could never find it again.

At that moment, the figure finally approached.

"Mr. Barton, what are you looking for? Are you looking for me?"

"what?"

Barton looked up and stared at Old Murdoch in horror.

"It's you! Are you a human or a ghost?"

Barton stared wide-eyed at Old Mo in horror.

Old Mo laughed: "Mr. Barton, didn't you say you'd take revenge if I gave you the chance? Come on, I'm right here, come and get your revenge!"

"You bastard, you devil, I'll fight you to the death!"

Barton swung his fist and slammed it at Old Murdoch.

In terms of physique, Old Mo should be no match for him.

However, in reality, Old Mo simply turned his head slightly and dodged his punch.

She reached out and grabbed his neck.

Gaa...

Patton was immediately like a chick being choked, with no chance to resist.

"Alright, Barton, it's time to end this."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he twisted his neck with a strong force.

Click.

Patton's eyes widened, and he died instantly.

With a flick of his hand, Lao Mo directly stored the corpse in his spatial storage.

With so many people dead, there had to be a scapegoat, right? Patton was the perfect scapegoat.

Take the body away and let the investigators use their imagination!

Old Mo flashed to a bedroom on the third floor and put a safe directly into his spatial storage.

Without a doubt, the most valuable items in the entire villa are probably all in this safe.

After finishing all that, Old Mo went downstairs, found a car, and drove away.

Once they arrived in the city, Lao Mo changed into his own car and returned to the Caesars Hotel.

Then he quickly went back into the room, hugged Ye Zimei, and went to sleep.

Soon, Ah She arrived at the Hilton Manor.

Seeing the situation inside the manor, even the most skilled investigators were completely dumbfounded.

Yes, I have absolutely no idea what's going on.

However, these snakes did have some tricks up their sleeves. In the end, they still managed to find the survivors.

Then someone mentioned Old Murdoch's name. They said it was their boss, Patton, who said it.

That person's name is Chen Yinmo. He's elusive and terrifying.

The situation escalated to a terrible degree. Even the Hilton Hotel issue was being scrutinized by higher-ups.

There was nothing we could do; too many people were dying.

Old Mo, however, didn't care about any of these things.

The next day, he and Ye Zimei slept until ten o'clock. When they got up, they played a little game, took a shower, and then went to the restaurant for breakfast.

At that moment, Caesar rushed over and pushed open the restaurant door.

"Oh my friend, you look great, you must have slept well last night."

Caesar made a joke as soon as he entered. Immediately afterwards, someone brought him a Western-style breakfast.

Old Mo glanced at him and said, "You came to see me so early, you didn't just want to check if I slept well last night, did you?"

"Of course not, something terrible has happened. The Hilton Hotel was massacred last night. Friend, tell me honestly, did you do it?"

Caesar asked nervously.

Old Mo nodded, not bothering to hide anything: "That's right, I did it. What? You want to grab me to claim credit?"

Upon hearing this, Caesar looked at Old Mo in disbelief.

He asked casually, not believing that Lao Mo was responsible, since Lao Mo was just one person and couldn't possibly have committed such a shocking crime.

He knew that he was sleeping at home last night.

But this casual question surprised him.

"Oh my god, my friend, how did you do that? There are over two hundred people in the entire manor, and nearly two hundred of them have died! How could you do it all by yourself?"

Old Mo shrugged and said, "I can't explain that to you. Just don't mess with me. You're lucky to be my friend. Okay."

"Of course we're friends. There are two things, let me start with the first one."

Caesar cut to the chase: "What do you plan to do with your 60% stake in the Hilton Hotels?"

Old Mo chuckled and said, "What, you want it?"

Caesar chuckled and said, "Of course I want it, but it can't be that expensive. You can't sell this for a high price just by holding onto it, don't you think?"

Old Mo nodded, acknowledging what he said.

The Hilton Hotel is now riddled with holes from his bombing, and many people have died. Taking over the management will be very difficult.

If the original Hilton Hotel was valued at 3 billion, it is now valued at only 2 billion.

Because this mess is not something everyone can handle.

Only Caesar could take over the Hilton Hotel and make it run smoothly.

Anyway, Caesar believed that Old Mercer wouldn't come to clean up this mess.

"How much are you willing to pay? Do you want to keep some shares?"

Caesar asked tentatively.

Old Mo thought for a moment and said, "Keep 10%! You can take the remaining 50% for 1 billion. Consider it a friendly price, okay?"

"Deal. Hahaha, my friend, I guess I've used up all the luck I had in my life to be friends with you. Hahaha..."

Caesar didn't bother with any more persuasion and agreed immediately.

After all, he had long coveted the Hilton Hotel.

For Caesar, acquiring half of the shares for a billion dollars was like striking gold.