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

Chapter 185: Only one can live, so please begin your performance.

William said with concern, "I'm not even the top dog yet. How am I supposed to manage after you've killed so many people?"

Old Mo said, "Isn't this all for your own good? If I kill him and then give you the credit for solving the case, wouldn't you have even more leverage?"

William nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead and do it. I agree."

Old Mo nodded and said, "Alright, shall I take you back now, or will you walk back yourself?"

William shook his head and said, "No need to trouble you, it's not far, I can walk back myself."

Old Mo sat there and waved to him, saying, "Alright, then it's settled. Bye-bye."

After saying that, Lao Mo disappeared into thin air.

"what……"

William jumped up and looked around, but this time, Old Mo didn't appear.

"call……"

William plopped down on the stool and began to ponder.

There's nothing I can do; what happened tonight was just too bizarre. It completely shattered his worldview!

It turns out there are people like this in the world.

He needs to sort things out properly.

This time, Old Murdoch didn't simply bully him like Robert did; instead, he helped him out, which made William more accepting of the situation.

At the Vinnies' house, Vinnies was still awake, frantically dialing the phone in the living room of their villa.

However, William's phone rang but no one answered.

Vincent paced back and forth in anger.

He was really angry tonight.

A guy from the mainland came to Hong Kong, just got a new identity, and then dared to kill even his own people.

He had to request that the Flying Tigers be called in to storm the house and capture everyone inside.

Especially that old Mo, we must teach him a lesson and grind him to dust.

Just then, there seemed to be an unusual sound outside.

Vinnieson quickly opened the door and looked out.

There are streetlights outside the courtyard, making it very bright.

Then, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

He saw a man in black holding a silenced pistol in each hand. He acted decisively, shooting several security guards to death.

Vinnie's eyes widened suddenly, and he slammed the door shut.

Then he turned and ran, yelling, "Get up! Get up, all of you! The enemy has broken in, you know?"

He ran while shouting, ran up to the second floor, ran to his bedroom, and looked for his gun.

He quickly found his gun, held it in his hand, and felt a little more at ease.

In the lobby on the first floor, six security guards hid behind the door, waiting for Lao Mo to burst in.

Gunshots finally rang out outside, but they quickly stopped.

They knew there were only eight security guards outside, and if all eight of them died, that person would break in.

Vinniesson hid in the second-floor corridor, gun in hand, staring intently at the entrance to the first-floor lobby.

It's worth mentioning that most villas in Hong Kong now feature this design.

The ceiling of the first-floor lobby is openwork all the way to the third floor.

From the second-floor corridor, you can see everything in the lobby.

Just then, Vinison wondered if he was seeing things.

Yes, behind those six security guards, a black man appeared out of nowhere.

With a few quick shots from his two guns, he knocked the six security guards to the ground.

"what?"

Vinnie quickly poked his head out of the corridor, extended his gun, and tried to shoot the man in black.

However, before he could pull the trigger, the man in black suddenly disappeared again.

Just then, a hot gun barrel was pressed against the back of his head.

Gaa...

Vinnies tensed up and quickly raised his hands.

"Mr. Vincent, are you looking for me?"

The people of Venice are all numb.

"Who are you? Who are you?!"

Old Mo snatched the gun from his hand and said, "Didn't you send men to my house to arrest me? Why don't you recognize me now that I'm here?"

"what?"

Vinison turned around stiffly and saw a face like a demon, a pair of demonic eyes staring intently at him, and a strange smile on the face.

"Y-you, you, you, you are Old Mo?"

Vinicius was so frightened that he peed himself.

Old Mo laughed: "What's wrong? You seem quite afraid of me?"

"No, no, no, no, no, I, Old Mo, can we talk? I'm just following orders! We can talk about anything, right?"

Vinison finally finished speaking.

"I don't think we have anything to talk about. You've come to our doorstep, threatening to wipe out my entire family. What's there to talk about?"

Old Mo lowered his gun and fired two shots, hitting him directly in the thigh.

"Aaaaaaah..."

Vinison hugged his legs and rolled around on the ground frantically.

Old Mo ignored him and kicked the door to Vincent's bedroom open.

Soon, Old Mo pulled a woman out of there.

Vincent's eyes widened instantly.

"Old Mo, what do you want to do?"

Old Mo ignored him completely, simply tossed the woman next to him, reached out and fired a shot. The woman's head lolled to the side, and she fell asleep on the ground.

"Ah, Elna, Elna, what's wrong? What's wrong? Don't die, waaaaah..."

Vincent burst into tears.

Seeing him in so much pain made Lao Mo feel better.

He turned around, kicked open another door, and entered another room.

"No, no, no, don't..."

Vinison abandoned his wife's body and lunged toward them.

Vinnie burst into the bedroom. There he saw Old Murdoch dragging a teenage boy out from under the bed.

The white child screamed in fright.

"Daddy, save me, save me..."

"No, no, no, no, no..."

Vinnies immediately knelt down on both knees.

"Old Mo, please, don't do this! I'll give you anything you want, but he's my only child. Please, let him go!"

"Sure!"

Old Mo tossed the teenage white kid in front of him, sat on the bed, crossed his legs, and laughed, "Now, let's play a game: only one of you can live."

As he spoke, Lao Mo tossed them a dagger.

The dagger landed between the two men with a clang.

"I'll give you two minutes to think it over. After two minutes, I want to see one of you die, and the one who lives will live."

If you're both still alive, then I'm sorry, I'll kill you both. Come on, let the show begin.

"what……"

Both of them were startled by Lao Mo's words.

Old Murdoch sat there leisurely, watching the show. He wanted to see what choices these Englishmen would make when faced with this kind of problem.

If he were Chinese, he wouldn't even need to choose; the father would definitely choose death to give the opportunity to his son.

In short, most Chinese people would make this choice, not to mention the extremely selfish ones.

But what will these Englishmen choose?