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

Chapter 307: Direct War

Caesar, unsure of Old Mo's thoughts, quickly asked, "Mr. Chen, how do you intend to resolve this?"

Old Mo thought for a moment and said, "How about we call him and invite him out for a meal so we can all talk things out?"

In fact, Old Mo wanted to lure him out and then kill him.

This Patton has already found his way to his death.

Having dinner with him? That's out of the question.

Some people say that Old Mo is no longer decisive in killing. In fact, he is no longer willing to take action to kill those little Karami.

Only someone as important as Patton deserves his personal intervention.

If killing a few people like Jack only leads to being wanted and constantly on the run, then it's pointless.

His biggest weakness right now is that he still has money in the bank.

Caesar nodded and said, "Okay. I'll call him when I get back."

Soon, the convoy returned to the Caesars Hotel.

Caesar led Old Mo directly to the office and dialed the phone in front of Old Mo.

The call was connected, but it wasn't Patton who answered. It took more than three minutes for Patton to come over and pick up the phone.

"Patton, you've finally decided to answer the phone? Patton, is it really worth resorting to such underhanded tactics? I'll ask you one last time, are you really going to start a war?"

Caesar said, very annoyed.

He couldn't take it anymore; if he kept putting up with it, Mr. Chen would start to look down on him.

On the other end of the phone, Barton chuckled and said, "What, scared? I'm disgusting, so what? Come and bite me if you dare!"

Patton was used to being arrogant, and at this moment, he was truly outrageous.

Caesar took a deep breath and said coldly, "I'll give you one last chance. Let's find a place to sit down and talk things out. What do you say?"

Patton smiled.

"Not so good? Now you want to compromise? You tell that yellow-skinned pig for me: trying to settle this is impossible. Tell him to wash his neck clean and wait for me to come and take his life."

After saying that, Patton hung up the phone.

"Hey, hey, hey, Patton, Patton..."

Caesar yelled a few times, then suddenly grabbed the phone in a rage and smashed it.

"You bastard Patton, do you think I, Caesar, am just for show? Lalmi, Lalmi, where the hell have you been?"

Larmi immediately pushed open the door and ran in.

"Boss, you were looking for me?"

Caesar gritted his teeth and said, "Send men out to investigate now. Send enough men to keep a close watch on that Patton. Once you've located him, call me. Okay."

"Yes, boss."

Larmi agreed and turned to leave.

"Wait a moment."

Old Mo called out to him.

Larmi turned around and looked at Old Mo with a puzzled expression.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"

Old Mo said coldly, "Tell the brothers that I'll reward them with ten thousand for killing any of their underlings. And one hundred thousand for killing any of Patton's important figures."

Kill a member of Patton's family, or someone related by blood, and I'll give you a million dollars. Bring Patton to me, and I'll give you twenty million dollars.

Even if you can pinpoint Patton's location, report it back to me. If it's accurate, I'll still give you a million dollars as a reward.

Larmi's eyes widened instantly, and his heart started racing.

"Mr. Chen, are you sure?"

Old Mo said coldly, "When have I ever lied? I am generous in rewarding those who work for me."

As the leader, you, Larmi, will also be rewarded for everyone who performs meritorious service. Whatever the others earn, you will receive. Whether you can earn this money depends on your abilities.

Oh my god.

Caesar looked at Old Morse as if he were a monster.

I've seen people who are willing to spend money, but I've never seen anyone this willing to spend money. This is US dollars, not ghost money!

Just to vent his anger, he'd spend 100 million?

What does one hundred million US dollars mean in this day and age?

Think about it, in Hong Kong, he only spent HK$100 million to buy tens of thousands of acres of land. How many acres could he buy with US$100 million?

It was just thrown out so lightly?

At this moment, Caesar's eyes were filled with deep apprehension as he looked at Old Mercury.

He swore he would never mess with this Eastern man, no matter who he was; he was too terrifying.

Sure enough, Larmi instantly became incredibly energetic.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, no problem. I'm definitely going to make money off you. Just get the money ready."

After saying that, Larmi ran off excitedly.

Larmi ran outside and found some of his trusted men.

"Go and take this message down. Equip everyone with their weapons and get them hyped up. Mr. Chen said that anyone who kills one of Patton's underlings will be rewarded with ten thousand. Anyone who kills an important figure on Patton's side will be rewarded with one hundred thousand."

He offers a million dollars for killing a member of Patton's family or someone related by blood. He offers twenty million dollars for bringing Patton to him.

Even if we can pinpoint Patton's location and report it back to him, if it's accurate, there'll still be a million-dollar reward. Go! Let the brothers get hyped!

Upon hearing this, several of his confidants were immediately ecstatic.

"Okay, boss, just you wait! This time, we're going to go big, nobody can stop us. Hahahaha..."

Several of his trusted confidants immediately went wild. With so much money, who wouldn't be excited?

In Caesar's office, Old Mo said to Caesar, "Mr. Caesar, could you please make a call to the bank? I need to withdraw cash. Please have them prepare. I want to withdraw all four billion in cash."

"What?"

Caesar's men were dumbfounded.

"No, why? Why are you withdrawing so much cash?"

Old Mo said coldly, "Don't ask why, just do as I say. Help me contact someone; I need to rent a warehouse specifically for storing money, okay?"

"I……"

Caesar was truly speechless. He genuinely couldn't understand why Old Morse would do such a thing.

However, if they tell me not to ask, then I won't. Just get things done.

"Mr. Chen, I'm afraid we can't handle this over the phone. Forty billion in cash is no small sum. We have to go to the bank."

Old Mo said nonchalantly, "Isn't it unnecessary? I have passbooks from five banks, the largest being around a billion, the smallest only a few hundred million. These banks can't possibly be short of cash, can they?"

Caesar said with a headache, "I can't say for sure either; we'll have to ask around to find out."

Old Mo thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright. Let's go then! I'll go call my wife, and we'll all go together."

Old Mo returned to his room, called Ye Zimei, and got into the car arranged by Caesar, heading directly to the bank.

Old Mo always felt constrained if he didn't withdraw the money.

Meanwhile, at the Hilton Hotel, the entire hotel was surrounded by thugs with guns.

They didn't openly surround the area; instead, they crouched outside, all with weapons tucked into their waistbands.

They were familiar with Patton's men, and they would open fire without hesitation as soon as they saw them.