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

Chapter 269: Infiltrating the Military Camp and Killing

Do they really think that sending Lao Mo there will make those monks let them go?

Therefore, Guan Xiong chose the first option.

These people were no pushovers to begin with. Even the King of Thailand couldn't do anything about them, so they weren't so easy to manipulate.

In other words, it's best to avoid provoking these monks if possible, but if you do, they're not to be trifled with.

"well……"

Khun Sa sighed deeply and said, "Alright. Do as you say. Dispose of the body, keep it a secret as much as possible, and this matter must not be leaked."

"Yes, boss."

Guan Xiong hung up the phone helplessly.

In fact, their entire conversation was being monitored by Old Mo.

Although Old Mo couldn't hear what they were saying, he could tell their decision just by looking at their lips and expressions.

Old Mo smiled when he saw that they had made their choice.

Soon, Guan Xiong returned to the dining table.

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Brother Guan, what did your boss say?"

Guan Xiong smiled and said, "What can I say? We can only dispose of the body and wait for those bald monks to make their move."

Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good brother, I know I'm sorry about this. I won't lower your price when we sign the contract, okay?"

Old Mo has started making empty promises.

Guan Xiong's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

"real?"

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Of course, I, Old Mo, am a man of great loyalty. I'd rather lose my brothers than anyone else, right?"

"That's great, brother, come on, let me toast you."

Guan Xiong picked up the red wine and clinked glasses with Lao Mo.

After downing the drink in one gulp, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother, since you're so good to me, I, Old Mo, won't be stingy either. Tonight, I'll take care of Naimi. After that, your Khun Sa Group will be even bigger."

Guan Xiong was startled when he heard this.

"Brother Mo, I know you're capable, but you can't do this! If anything happens to you, I'll regret it to death!"

If Lao Mo is gone, all of Guan Xiong's efforts will have been in vain.

Old Mo patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, brother, I'll be fine. Do you know what I'm good at?"

"What is it?"

Guan Xiong asked curiously.

"I'm an assassin. I, Old Mo, am the best and most skilled assassin in the world, bar none."

Holy crap. Really?

Guan Xiong stared at Lao Mo with a completely bewildered expression.

Old Mo chuckled, "Want to make a bet with me?"

Guan Xiong: "What are we betting on?"

Old Mo: "Let's bet on whether I can take down Naimi tonight. I'll bet a million. How about it?"

"this……"

Guan Xiong was speechless. As a major drug lord, he certainly wouldn't be short of a million.

But is this something you can gamble on?

"What are you standing there for? Just tell me, are you brave enough to bet?"

Old Mo moved and said.

"Oh. Okay, it's just a million, right? I'll bet you."

Guan Xiong realized what was happening and said.

"Okay, it's settled then. Come on, let's finish this drink, then I'll go rest. I still have work to do later!"

After finishing his drinks, Lao Mo went back to rest. Lu Xiangdong followed him.

Guan Xiong was left sitting there alone, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

Although Lao Mo caused a lot of trouble for their Khun Sa Group, Lao Mo is a person who is truly worth befriending.

Look, they're willing to risk their lives. Tonight, I'll help them get rid of their milk.

Old Mo could have chosen not to do these things. There would have been no benefit for him anyway, but he still did them. That's true friendship!

At that moment, Guan Xiong truly regarded Lao Mo as a brother.

How could he know? This was precisely the purpose of Old Mo's group.

At midnight, Guan Xiong personally escorted Lao Mo down the mountain. Lu Xiangdong also wanted to go with him, but Lao Mo refused.

After Lao Mo walked away, he took out a motorcycle from his spatial storage, started it, and drove along the road without needing to turn on the lights.

In fact, Nami's base is not hard to find. Just follow this road.

After walking for a while, Lao Mo stopped and put the motorcycle into his storage space.

Then, it crept forward.

Yes, Old Mo is the king of the darkness, he doesn't need a flashlight at all.

Ahead lies Naimi's temporary residence.

They are stationed here, but they won't be undertaking large-scale construction like the Japanese during World War II.

They simply set up a tent and lived in it.

Of course, they would arrange for people to patrol. Unfortunately, this was completely useless against Old Mo.

Old Mo didn't need to hide at all; he just swaggered in.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Lao Mo knew exactly who lived in that tent; there was no way for them to hide.

What? You mean we'll be spotted by the patrol?

Are you kidding me? Old Mo has divine sense. If he could be discovered by patrols, how stupid would he be?

It is worth mentioning that these people were all wearing their distinctive military uniforms.

Officers are easy to identify.

In Lao Mo's consciousness, there was a tent ahead, where only three people lived.

One of them was an officer, and the other two were probably his bodyguards or similar personnel.

Old Mo didn't know how high his rank was, and there was no one standing guard at the entrance of the tent anyway.

Old Mo simply lifted the curtain and went inside.

Three cots, with two guards sandwiching the officer between them.

Right now, they're fast asleep. What can you do? It's wartime; everyone gets exhausted.

Old Mo stepped forward, a bayonet appearing in his hand. Yes, the kind of bayonet mounted on a rifle.

It gleamed with a cold light and was extremely sharp.

Old Mo walked over and, without hesitation, plunged the knife into the officer's lung.

Gaa...

The officer woke up, his eyes wide. He tried to shout, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

With a knife in the lung, it's impossible to make a sound.

He tried to move, but his body was too weak. He could only watch helplessly as Old Mo pulled out the knife.

"puff……"

The guy finally coughed up a mouthful of blood and went limp.

One of the guards heard the noise and opened his eyes, but it was too late.

With a soft slicing sound, a knife severed his neck.

"Gah..."

The guy was clutching his neck and struggling frantically.

The noise woke up another guard.

Old Mo acted quickly, plunging a knife into the guard's neck.

"Gah..."

Before the guard could figure out what was happening, his consciousness was plunged into endless darkness.

"grass……"

"This is too bloody. We almost got caught."

"I won't do that next time, I'll just twist my neck directly."

Old Mo grumbled, lifted the curtain, and went out.

These pale-faced men are even more beastly than those beasts in the courtyard; he killed them without any psychological pressure.

Having evaded the patrolmen, Old Mo soon discovered another similar tent.