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

Chapter 217: The Truth Behind the Assassination

"What?"

When Lao Mo said this, all the shareholders present were shocked.

How dare this guy surnamed Lei? He's a foreigner! Whether in America or Hong Kong, foreigners are always a cut above the rest.

This guy surnamed Lei, not only did he not take the initiative to befriend them, but he actually went out of his way to provoke the foreigners.

It's one thing to provoke foreigners, but to do that is to push your luck and threaten them to die in front of them.

That's going too far.

The six people present stared at Lao Mo in shock, wondering if this guy had lost his mind.

"hehe……"

Bernick laughed in exasperation.

"Lei Hua, are you out of your mind? What nonsense are you spouting? What have I done to offend you?"

Old Mo suddenly pushed off the ground with both legs and jumped up, lunging towards Bernick on the opposite side.

Bernick was taken aback and quickly retreated to dodge, while simultaneously throwing a punch at Old Mo's groin.

He didn't do it on purpose, but Old Mo is on the table now, and from this angle, he can only hit Old Mo.

In Bernick's view, Old Mo's willingness to attack him was suicidal. Given Old Mo's physique, he could easily take on two of him at once.

However, his punches were unusually slow to be seen by Old Mo.

Old Mo kicked his fist. Bernick's fist slammed into the sole of Old Mo's hard leather shoe with a loud thud.

Bernick's face turned pale, and he stumbled backward, his hand so painful he couldn't lift it.

However, Old Mo did not let him off the hook. He jumped up on the table and delivered a double flying kick to Bernick's chest.

Bernick flew straight up and crashed into the wall behind him, leaving him completely disoriented.

Old Mo rushed forward, grabbed his hair, pulled him to the conference table, and slammed his head onto the table with a thud.

Instantly, Bernick's nose was smashed flat, and his head was bleeding profusely.

Old Mo didn't let him off the hook, picking up his head and slamming it onto the conference table again.

Bang, bang, bang, and it was smashed several more times in succession.

Bernick was no longer able to fight back.

Old Mo casually tossed him to the ground.

Bernick collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, his head and face covered in blood.

Bernick knew he had met a master; he was doomed.

Everyone stood up, staring in astonishment at the scene.

"Mr. Lei, what are you doing?"

"I asked in astonishment," Mr. Huo asked.

Old Mo didn't answer him. Instead, he squatted down next to Bernick, looked at him, and said, "Bernick, I also have another name, Chen Yinmo. Everyone likes to call me Old Mo. How about that? Does it remind you of anything?"

Bernick stopped pretending to be dead and instantly widened his eyes, staring intently at Old Mo.

"It's you! It was you, you bastard!"

"hehe……"

Old Mo sneered, stood up, and raised his hard-soled leather shoes to stomp down.

If that stomp lands, wouldn't someone get bruised and battered? No, wait. They'd die.

"Wait, wait..."

Bernick quickly shouted, "Mr. Ray, let's talk this out! We can discuss anything, right?"

Bernick is also a coward.

Old Mo paused, bent down, lifted him up, and sat him down.

Old Mo picked up a chair and sat down, looking at him as he said, "You know Gabriel, right? France's top assassin. You sent him to kill me, didn't you? Tell the truth, I don't have time to waste here. If you don't tell the truth, you die immediately."

Upon hearing Lao Mo's words, everyone suddenly realized what was going on. So the two were mortal enemies?

At this point, everyone fell silent. They were mortal enemies, and it wouldn't be good to speak up for anyone before things became clear.

Bernick gave a bitter laugh and said, "It was Chaozhou porridge. It was Chaozhou porridge who gave me 500,000 to hire someone to kill you. All your information was provided by him. I was just going along with it."

Chaozhou porridge, a very resounding name. Although they all work in Aomen, they are not unfamiliar with this name.

"Teochew congee?"

Old Mo was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked, "I have no grudge against him, why would he offer 500,000 to kill me? Are you out of your mind? Are you lying?"

Bernick quickly said, "No, no, absolutely not. Although I don't know why he wanted to kill you, you must have influenced him."

I'm telling the truth. If you don't believe me, go back and ask him. Although I hired a hitman, I only paid him 500,000.

You broke my brother's hand, rendering him a cripple. Isn't it normal for me to hire someone to kill you? Don't you have any sense of reason?

"Reasoning?"

Old Mo laughed: "Since you want to reason with me, then I'll reason with you today. Your brother's hand was cut off by Hua Zai Rong, and instead of hiring someone to kill him, you hired someone to kill me. Is this your idea of ​​reasoning?"

"Your brother is a French gambling god, it's normal for me to gamble with him. I just beat him, what reason do you have to hire someone to kill me? Is this your logic? I think it's you who's being unreasonable!"

Bernick retorted angrily, "But they all say it was you who did it."

"You're talking nonsense. I bet with him and won normally, what's wrong with that? He's like Ye Han, insisting that I cheated."

The investigation revealed I hadn't cheated. It was Hua Zai Rong who had his hand chopped off; he went berserk and cut off your brother's hand. How can you blame me for that?

Bernick felt guilty and said weakly, "Anyway, everyone says it was you who did it."

Old Mo, too lazy to argue with him, said, "I've already made things very clear to you. Now, do you choose to talk or do you choose to die?"

Bernick quickly said, "What will it take for you to let me go?"

Old Mo said matter-of-factly, "Simple, just like Ye Han, transfer your shares to me. Money or your life, the choice is yours."

Bernic was speechless, and weakly asked, "I'm French, do you dare kill me?"

"Ha ha……"

Old Mo couldn't help but laugh: "I've killed at least two or three hundred people, and I've killed quite a few foreigners too."

If you've investigated me, you should know that I killed the Hunter brothers, and in front of everyone, right there in the street. Tell me, would I dare kill you?

Old Mo's words shocked the entire audience.

This wasn't just shocking, it made me break out in a cold sweat!

This guy dared to kill a foreigner in Hong Kong, and that foreigner was a police superintendent and chief superintendent.

Most importantly, killing him won't cause any problems.

Wow, that's a real boss!

At that moment, everyone looked at Lao Mo differently.

They must investigate thoroughly. They must uncover all of Lei Hua's secrets.