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

Chapter 305: Torture Old Mo

Tom opened the door and shouted outside, "Jack, come in here!"

Jack is the Snake who led the charge to capture Old Mo.

Upon hearing the chief's words, Jack shuddered and turned around to see Tom's murderous expression.

Oh no, the bureau chief saw everything! What am I going to do?

Old Mo said calmly, "Officer Jack, you don't need to be afraid of him. He won't be the chief for long, I guarantee it, once he's out of office. So, you don't need to be afraid of him."

At this moment, Jack's expression shifted uncertainly; he hesitated, unsure whether to trust Old Mo's advice.

Because he didn't know if Old Mo was really that rich, or how rich he was, or if he could keep his promises.

He was very clear about one thing: if he offended their bureau chief, who was very petty, he would definitely make things difficult for him.

Jack took a deep breath and looked back at Tom.

"Chief, what's the matter? I'm on a case right now!"

At that moment, all the dozens of people in the huge office looked over.

Tom, his face grim and furious, said, "Is this how you handle cases? Are you serving tea and water to some yellow-skinned monkey? Tell me, what's going on here?"

Tom was so angry he was almost losing his temper.

Jack said weakly, "Chief, we've investigated. This Mr. Chen is not a dangerous person as the complainant described."

"fart."

Tom immediately became enraged: "Whether someone is dangerous or not is not for you to decide!"

Jack jogged over to him and whispered, "Chief, his name is Chen Yinmo. He's a major shareholder of the Las Vegas Grand Hotel and has billions in assets. How could someone like that be a dangerous individual?"

Gaa...

Chief Tom paused upon hearing Jack's words.

The anger I felt just now dissipated like a burst balloon.

"What did you say? Is what you're saying true? How can you prove it? Where did you find that information?"

Tom whispered in Jack's ear.

Jack replied in a low voice, "I got the information out of him in the car earlier, and he said it himself. It seems to be true."

Tom's expression kept changing.

He knew that something seemed to have happened at the Las Vegas Grand Hotel, and that they had changed owners. He hadn't heard of any Asians becoming major shareholders.

Although he is the bureau chief, this happened yesterday, and it's not within his scope of work or something he's required to investigate. It's normal that he didn't know about it so quickly.

Is this yellow-skinned monkey trying to fool us?

Tom's mind raced, and the thought of Patton's Manis suddenly gave him confidence.

He's a bureau chief, how could he possibly be fooled by just a few words from you?

"So you were fooled by his few words? Is this how you handle cases? Does that mean that if I send you to arrest someone and they claim to be a very wealthy person, you won't arrest them?"

Tom's expression suddenly changed, and his words became cold and very serious.

Jack was stunned.

It seems that the director has a point.

Tom said coldly, "Take him to the interrogation room. I want to interrogate him myself."

Jack had no choice but to say, "Yes, Chief."

Jack returned and said to Old Mo with a helpless expression, "Mr. Chen, our chief has something to ask you. Please come with us!"

Old Mo smiled and said, "Alright, let's go!"

Old Mo wanted to see how Tom was going to deal with him.

If this were in China in the 1970s, having more money wouldn't have mattered.

But in the 1970s, Old Murdoch really wasn't afraid.

Soon, Lao Mo was taken into the interrogation room.

This could no longer be called an interrogation room. There were all sorts of ordinary items here, but Lao Mo knew that these were all tools used in the execution of the law.

For example, those thick books, and those seemingly broken telephones, etc.

These things, if given to any prisoner, would make them confess everything clearly.

When Tom saw that Jack and his group still held Old Murdoch in such high esteem, he simply replaced them with a single sentence.

Yes, they replaced him with a few snakes who weren't afraid of Old Mo.

With this change of personnel, Old Mo was handcuffed again and forced to sit in a special iron chair.

All bodily movements were completely controlled.

Old Mo wasn't afraid. He just sat there, coldly watching Tom sitting opposite him and the two snakes on his left and right.

Tom looked at him and said coldly, "Mr. Chen, speak! What are you trying to do by bringing a gun into Las Vegas?"

Old Mo gave a cold laugh and said, "Chief Tom, what do you want to hear?"

Tom said, "We received intelligence that you're a top assassin from the East, and that you entered Las Vegas with a gun to assassinate an important figure, is that correct?"

When Lao Mo heard this, he almost burst out laughing.

Unfortunately, Tom was half right, because he really was a top-tier assassin from the East.

Old Mo laughed, "Chief Tom, you've already prepared a charge against me. Are you going to torture me if I don't confess?"

Tom nodded and said very honestly, "Yes, since you already know, just admit it! Otherwise, we'll have to take action again, and you'll suffer. That wouldn't be good, would it?"

Old Mo shook his head and said, "Since you're going to fight, then come on! Tom, you're a coward. I'll see what you can do to me today!"

Old Mo said this because he had already seen Caesar arrive with his men, searching for Jack and inquiring about his whereabouts.

So he wanted to provoke Tom into torturing him.

Sure enough, Tom was furious upon hearing this.

"Very well, you yellow-skinned monkeys are indeed tough enough. Today I'll see just how tough you really are. Come on, start the torture."

Two snakes immediately came over with hand-cranked telephones, one wire clipped to Lao Mo's left hand and the other to his right.

Then, whenever they shake it, Old Mo will get so shocked that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him.

Old Mo laughed: "Tom, is that all you've got? Come on, let me really test your skills."

Tom became even angrier: "Fuck, shake him, shake him up, give him a shock, let him wake up properly..."

Upon hearing this, one of the snakes grabbed the handle of the hand-cranked telephone and began to crank it frantically.

Old Mo suddenly felt a jolt of electricity, which made him tremble all over and his hair stand on end.

Just then, the door was kicked open with a bang.

Then, the legal team led the reporters in and started snapping photos of them.

Old Mo was drenched in sweat from the electric shock and looked utterly disheveled. At that moment, he became the focus of those cameras.

"Click-clack click-clack..."

One by one, the photos were taken and recorded.

Tom had no idea what was going on! He turned around and was about to start yelling.