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

Chapter 302: Fighting a Battle

The next day, both parties signed the contract and then went to the bank to complete the transaction.

When they went to the bank, as soon as they left the Caesars Hotel, Old Mo frowned.

Yes, they've been targeted again.

Good grief, there really are people who aren't afraid of death.

However, until they finished their business, the people following them did not attack Old Mo and his men.

The main reason was that Caesar was with them, and they were even traveling by car; they didn't want to make a move in front of Caesar.

After finishing their business, Lao Mo and his group returned to the hotel without incident.

Those people outside were just watching; they didn't make a move.

It seems that without resolving this problem, it will be difficult for him to return to Hong Kong smoothly.

Although Lao Mo was arrogant, he never looked down on anyone.

Old Mo thought for a moment and then called Caesar.

Finally, Old Murdoch arrived at Caesar's office and met Caesar.

As soon as Caesar saw it was him, he immediately stood up to greet him.

Old Mo pulled up a chair and sat down, getting straight to the point: "Mr. Caesar, the matter is settled, and I think I should say goodbye."

"Oh dear, are you really leaving? I'll miss you, my friend. If I could, I could prepare one or two more betting games."

Look, Caesar's ambitions are enormous.

He now owns shares in three hotels and is the chairman of two of them, including the Fila Mind Hotel.

In Las Vegas, this is practically unique; they even dream of winning someone else's hotel.

That's right, even Patton now is no match for Caesar.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Mr. Caesar, there's an old Chinese saying: 'You can't get fat in one bite, and greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant.' I think you should focus on getting these two casinos running smoothly before worrying about anything else!"

Caesar chuckled and said, "I know that, but with your help, we really can take down every single licensed hotel in Las Vegas. Aren't you tempted?"

Goodness, he wants to acquire all the licensed hotels in Las Vegas. If he could actually do that, he'd be the richest man in the world!

What kind of business can make money this way?

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Caesar, my friend, I want to tell you that we're being watched now. If you don't resolve this, forget about making money; you might make money, but you won't live to spend it."

Upon hearing this, Caesar's expression immediately turned serious.

"Mr. Chen, what do you mean by that?"

Old Mo led him to the window, pointed to a dark figure below, and said, "See that? That one, and that one too, they're all watching us. What good is money if we're suddenly shot at while we're out?"

Caesar's eyesight was failing, and he couldn't see very clearly.

He went back to his desk, opened a drawer, took out a pair of binoculars, and looked down.

"Fuck, it really is."

Caesar looked around through his telescope and quickly spotted several suspicious people.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "See? I don't know if they're specifically targeting me or you, but whoever they are, you have to resolve this matter."

That's right, strictly speaking, Lao Mo was just a hired gun. Now that something's happened, if you, the boss, don't fix it, who will?

Caesar felt humiliated. He went to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.

The call was connected quickly.

"I am Caesar, Patton. What do you mean?"

On the other end of the line, the person answering the phone was none other than Patton.

Patton chuckled and said, "Mr. Caesar, don't be angry. I'm not targeting you. I'm only targeting that yellow-skinned pig."

You'd better not get involved in this. Not everyone can withstand the wrath of a casino after losing money.

Caesar sneered, "Patton, I don't care who you're targeting. Mr. Chen is one of my men. If you touch him, you're touching me. Have your men withdraw immediately, or we'll fight."

Caesar now speaks with much more confidence.

Although he has never been a kind person, he now speaks with more confidence, after all, he is now one of the top bosses in Las Vegas.

Barton was furious when he heard this.

"Caesar, are you really not going to give me any face at all? If I can't get this over with, nothing you use to threaten me will work."

Caesar became even angrier.

"Barton, are you even being reasonable? In Las Vegas, this is normal business practice. What? Can't you handle losing?"

"How about we make another bet, with your Hilton hotels? I'll bet my two current hotels on you, are you in?"

Patton gritted his teeth in anger: "Caesar, are you forcing me?"

Caesar retorted angrily, "So what if I'm forcing you? If you can't handle losing and resort to revenge, how can our game continue? Shouldn't we all just stop playing?"

Patton angrily said, "I don't care, I just can't stand this yellow-skinned pig, and I have to get rid of him."

"Caesar, if you insist on taking the lead, then let's fight. When have I, Patton, ever been afraid of you?"

With just one sentence, Caesar was left speechless.

This guy on the other side is really crazy.

Caesar's career is booming right now, so he really doesn't want to fight him.

Why don't we all make money peacefully? Why fight?

Unfortunately, the guy on the other side has gone mad. What can we do?

Putting yourself in his shoes, if Caesar had lost, he might have gone mad too.

Caesar gritted his teeth in anger and said, "Fine, fine, then tell me, how do you want this matter resolved?"

Barton laughed: "It's simple. Lend me that yellow-skinned pig, I'll take him to gamble a couple of times, and that'll be the end of it. Otherwise, it won't be."

Caesar thought for a moment and said, "I can't make the decision on this matter; I can only ask around for you. But let me tell you, you'd better not take any action before things are settled. Otherwise, it'll be a test of who has the tougher methods."

The two exchanged insults for a while before finally hanging up the phone.

Caesar was so angry his face turned green.

"How did it go? What did he say?"

In fact, Old Mo overheard their conversation. But he still had to ask.

Caesar angrily said, "He's gone mad! That old bastard has gone mad! He says he's determined to get you, no matter the cost."

Old Mo, playing the straight man, said, "Isn't there any way to solve this?"

Caesar followed up on his words: "He said that unless you go with him and gamble for him in two games, this battle is inevitable."

Old Mo laughed.

People can actually laugh when they're speechless.

"Okay, it's that simple? Then it's fine. Call him and tell him I'll come over to him right now."

Caesar's eyes widened: "You really want to help him?"

Old Mo said speechlessly, "What do you mean I should help him? I'm helping us. Why don't you go and fight him?"