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

Chapter 228: Chaozhou porridge regained its unruly nature.

Upon hearing this, Chaozhou Congee immediately cried out with a mournful face.

"Mr. Locke, you have to stand up for me! These bastards have invaded my territory and want to kill me!"

Oh, and they were shot too! That's utterly outrageous and heinous! Arrest them right now!

Locke stared coldly at Old Mo.

"Mr. Mo, is that so?"

Old Mo laughed: "Mr. Locke, if I'm not mistaken, you're here to save Chaozhou porridge, aren't you?"

Upon hearing this, Locke immediately roared, "Insolence! Old Mo, who gave you permission to bring so many people and guns into my territory? Do you believe I can arrest you right now?"

Chaozhou Congee laughed: "Haha, Lao Mo, you're finished. Don't worry, after you go to jail, I know a lot of people there, I'll have someone take care of you, haha."

Oh, right, didn't you just say you liked my rebellious side? Let me be like that again, okay? Now I'm back to normal, do you like it now? Hahahaha…”

"very good."

Old Mo laughed: "Yes, yes, that's exactly it. I love your rebellious spirit."

After Old Mo finished speaking, a gun appeared in his hand, and he fired a shot.

A bullet pierced the heart of Chaozhou porridge, tumbling inside and tearing it apart.

Gaa...

Chaozhou Zhou stared wide-eyed at Lao Mo in disbelief, then looked down at his own chest.

His head lolled to the side, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, clearly unwilling to accept his fate.

He couldn't understand it. How could Old Mo dare to kill him in front of Locke?

This is utterly outrageous and lawless, defying all natural order.

Unfortunately, even until his death, he never understood this question.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

Locke was immediately enraged.

He drew his gun and pointed it at Old Mo.

His men also drew their guns.

However, the next moment, they were all stunned.

Without hesitation, Old Mo raised his gun and aimed it at Locke.

Furthermore, when Lao Mo's men saw him raise his gun, they also drew their own guns and aimed them at these foreign devils.

The two sides instantly became tense and on the verge of conflict.

Unfortunately, these foreign snakes were scared.

There was nothing they could do; they were foreigners, and particularly afraid of dying, especially the English.

They only had a few dozen people, but Old Mo's side had over a hundred. They also had more guns.

That's terrifying.

If these were all little lambs, that wouldn't be a problem. But they're all big bad wolves!

Once they make a move, these people are truly willing to fight them to the death.

They were noble English gentlemen, and they really didn't want to fight to the death with these peasants.

This is why porcelain should not be placed near earthenware pots.

"Old Mo, what are you trying to do? You've got some nerve."

Locke's voice trembled as he said those words.

There was no way around it, he was really scared!

Old Mo laughed: "Mr. Locke, it's not about what I want to do, it's about what you want to do? What benefits did Chaozhou porridge give you to make you stand up for him like this?"

"Believe it or not, with just one phone call, I can skin you alive tomorrow. Someone like you doesn't deserve to be called Ah She."

"What did you say?"

Locke looked at Old Mo in fear.

"Heh, someone like you dares to stand up for someone else. I'm really worried about your intelligence!"

Locke gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Old Mo, are you insulting me?"

Old Mo chuckled, "You figured it out, I'm really sorry. Mr. Locke, you're lucky you haven't angered me today. I'll give you a choice now."

Old Mo's demeanor suddenly changed, and he said coldly, "Get out of here right now. Otherwise, you'll all die."

Locke was intimidated by his aura and his mind went blank. He decisively waved his hand: "Withdraw, everyone withdraw."

The group of people immediately retreated step by step, guns raised, like quails that had been frightened out of their wits.

Pushing them to the back, they ran towards their car as if fleeing.

Some of them even tripped and fell several times while running away, looking extremely disheveled.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing the performance of these foreigners, Lao Mo and his friends couldn't help but burst into laughter.

There's no way around it, it's just too funny and so satisfying.

These usually arrogant foreigners, however, fled like stray dogs.

For people like them, it was really satisfying.

Some people have asked, why not kill them?

Is it worth killing someone like that?

Old Mo still prefers killing those unruly foreigners. This Locke is too cowardly; he doesn't inspire Old Mo any interest in killing him.

When they saw that even the foreigner, Ah She, had run away, the people at the Chaozhou congee stall were dumbfounded. They were all trembling with fear!

I wonder if Old Mo will kill them too.

Old Mo asked them, "Hey, besides Chaozhou porridge, who's in charge here?"

The scene was quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wang Dalong.

Helpless, Wang Dalong could only walk out and stand in front of Lao Mo, saying with a wry smile, "My name is Wang Dalong. Our boss is dead, so I should be the biggest one now."

Old Mo looked at him and nodded, saying, "Alright. From now on, the Chaozhou Gang is in your hands. After you've reorganized the gang, come find me. You can also come to me if you encounter any problems you can't solve. Understand?"

Wang Dalong was overjoyed and quickly said, "Understood, boss."

Old Mo gave him his phone number and said, "I'm here today mainly to avenge Chaozhou Zhou; it has nothing to do with you. Go!"

"Yes, boss."

Wang Dalong and his men carried Chaozhou Zhou's body away quickly.

Old Mo said to Wu Shih-hao, "Go back and tell the brothers that we don't need to fight for Chaozhou Congee's territory anymore. I'll give them money to make up for what they did tonight."

"Okay, Brother Mo."

Wu Shih-hao quickly agreed.

He wasn't dissatisfied with Lao Mo's decision.

His territory is already big enough; if he expands any further, he really won't be able to manage it all.

Hong Kong has been a bit chaotic these past few days.

Xiang Huaren is reorganizing the Sun Yee On triad.

Wang Dalong's side is also working to reorganize the Chaozhou gang.

These kinds of internal struggles are the most difficult to handle; there will always be situations where one person is unwilling to submit to another, and the other is unwilling to submit to the other, leading to a physical fight.

The funniest thing is that after Locke went back, he became more and more resentful. So, he reported it and applied for the arrest of Old Mo.

As a result, less than half an hour later, his boss called and gave him a severe dressing down.

Locke immediately became obedient, even more so than a quail.

Old Mo, on the other hand, is only responsible for causing trouble, but not for cleaning up the mess.

On this day, Hu Huizhong, also known as Madam Hu, brought Ba Wanghua over.

Yes, the entire Queen of the Night flower was uprooted and brought here.

This left Lao Mo scratching his head.

With so many people arriving all at once, there aren't enough rooms to accommodate everyone!

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