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

Chapter 238: Attacking the Headquarters of Heshenghe

Ah Qiang shouted and swung the steel pipe at Lao Mo.

On the other side, the men that A-Qiang brought couldn't help but sneer.

With Lao Mo's physique, he dares to challenge our Brother Qiang to a one-on-one fight. He's practically asking for a beating.

They were all gloating, ready to watch the show.

However, in Lao Mo's eyes, A-Qiang's speed was a bit slow.

Old Mo sneered, and instead of retreating, he advanced. He took a step forward and kicked out.

Just as A-Qiang's steel pipe was about to hit Lao Mo's head, A-Qiang felt as if his stomach had been hit by a train engine. With a loud bang, he was thrown backward and flew into the air.

With a loud bang, Ah Qiang flew two or three meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

"what……"

Ah Qiang tried to turn over and stand up, but his stomach hurt too much. He just tried to stand up, but then he collapsed back down.

No matter how fancy his moves were, Old Mo defeated his opponent in one move.

Gaa...

On the other side, the guys that A-Qiang brought all stared wide-eyed.

A small, weak person kicked a large person flying. What kind of visual impact is that?

Most importantly, Qiang Ge, whom they thought was a sure winner, couldn't even last a single move against Lao Mo.

Old Mo stepped forward and stomped on the steel pipe. The steel pipe pinned down A-Qiang's hand.

Old Mo then proceeded to grind it rather unkindly.

"what……"

Ah Qiang couldn't help but scream, his face turning red.

The steel pipe was crushing his hand, and it hurt terribly. He felt that if Old Mo had used any more force, his hand would have been ruined.

"Are we still going to fight?"

Old Mo asked coldly.

"I'm not fighting anymore. I give up. I give up."

Ah Qiang was also very decisive and readily admitted defeat.

He'd already figured it out; he was no match for Old Mo. Fighting him again would only be asking for trouble.

Hearing him say that, Lao Mo loosened his grip. A-Qiang finally felt like he had come back to life.

Old Mo squatted down and looked at him, saying, "Answer my question: Do you want to be the head of Heshenghe?"

At this point, A-Qiang also had some confidence in Lao Mo.

But still unable to believe it, she asked, "Can you really do that for me?"

"Of course. I need an agent, it could be you, or someone else. Just tell me if you can manage Heshenghe."

Ah Qiang looked at Lao Mo, gritted his teeth, and nodded decisively, saying, "Yes."

Old Mo nodded and said, "Very good. Now tell me, who needs to die for you to become the boss and secure your position?"

Ah Qiang whispered, "As long as Brother Hua is dead, I guarantee I can take the boss's position."

Old Mo said expressionlessly, "Tell me where he is, and you can take over his position tomorrow."

A-Qiang quickly gave Zhang Guohua's address and then said, "He's probably not home right now; he should be at headquarters."

Old Mo nodded and said, "Okay. You can go back and prepare now. Tomorrow, you can smoothly take over his position."

"Yes, Brother Mo."

Ah Qiang stood up, bowed slightly to Lao Mo, and then left with his men.

Wu Shih-hao walked up to Lao Mo and watched Ah-Qiang's departing figure.

"Brother Mo, are we just going to let them go back like this? I don't think he's very loyal to you."

Old Mo chuckled and said, "It's alright, loyalty can be cultivated slowly! If it's truly impossible to tame, then there's nothing we can do but discard it. You all go back! I'll go find that Zhang Guohua."

"Yes."

Wu Shih-hao quickly agreed.

A grand gathering of gaming enthusiasts was easily ended by Lao Mo's simple kick.

Old Mo hailed a car and arrived at Shenghe Nightclub.

The taxi left, and Lao Mo strode into Shenghe Nightclub.

At this moment, the nightclub is brightly lit, with colorful lights flashing and deafening music playing. Men and women are dancing wildly on the dance floor to the music.

Old Mo pulled a submachine gun from behind his back and pulled the trigger at the ceiling.

"Da da da da da da..."

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, and several of the colored lights overhead were shattered.

"Ahhh..."

Screams erupted from men and women. Turning around, they saw a menacing-looking "bandit" wielding a submachine gun.

"Ah, run!"

Men and women fled in panic, some even abandoning the women in their arms. In no time, they were all gone.

The music immediately stopped, and the bright lights in the hall came on.

Several groups of people ran out from three directions. Seeing Old Mo wielding a submachine gun, they were all terrified and turned pale.

"You, you, you, who are you?"

One of the leaders mustered up his courage and asked.

Old Mo pointed to a corner to the side and pulled the trigger.

"Da da da da da..."

"what……"

A gunman who was secretly carrying out an attack was shot down to the ground.

Old Mo pulled out a grenade with his left hand, flashed it in his hand, and then said calmly, "Call Zhang Guohua out, or I'll blow up this nightclub."

Upon hearing this, the person immediately ran back to make a phone call.

Old Mo aimed his gun at another spot and fired another burst.

In the corridor, a gunman was hiding in a nearby bunker, trying to launch a sneak attack. As soon as the gun was fired, the gunman pulled his head back, and Old Mo missed him.

Old Mo smiled, pulled the pin on his grenade, and threw it at the gunman.

The grenade landed on the ground and rolled toward the gunman with a thud.

"Son of a bitch……"

The gunman saw this and tried to run. But it was too late.

With a loud bang, the running gunman was blown into the air.

"what……"

The gangsters who entered the hall were immediately terrified.

This guy has submachine guns and grenades. It's way beyond their capabilities.

"You all better behave yourselves. If you dare to ambush me again, this is what will happen to you."

Old Mo walked over to a nearby sofa, sat down, and remained remarkably composed. He completely regarded those gangsters as worthless trash.

Old Mo took out a cigar and beckoned to a gang leader in front of him.

The young leader was so frightened that his face turned pale.

Left with no other choice, he scurried up to them.

"Excuse me, sir?"

Old Mo nodded: "Do you have a lighter? Can I light a cigarette?"

Yes, yes, yes.

The young leader quickly took out his lighter and, with trembling hands, lit Lao Mo's cigarette.

Unfortunately, his hands were completely out of control; he tried to hit them several times but missed, and when he did manage to hit them, he shook them off.

"Useless. Get out."

Old Mo snatched the lighter from him and lit his own cigarette.

Upon hearing the word "get lost," the young leader immediately scrambled away.

"call……"

Old Mo exhaled a puff of smoke and sat there waiting.

Finally, Zhang Guohua arrived with a group of people.