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

Chapter 158: Hunter

Watching from below was another special person, a foreigner named Hunter.

This man is a police superintendent, and in terms of rank, he is four levels higher than Lei Luo.

Hong Kong in this era was truly distorted.

In Hong Kong, these foreigners are like emperors; if you're Chinese, you have to treat them like ancestors.

However, although they have power and status, they don't want to manage things; they just want to sit back and collect money.

That's why Lei Luo, the Chief Inspector of the Chinese Detective Agency, seemed to have so much power.

Just today, Yan Tong was suddenly killed, and Fatty Chao suddenly lost his backing.

Fatty Chao wasn't one to just sit around waiting to die. He immediately found Hunter, with whom he had a good relationship, and wanted to be his lackey.

This party tonight is for Hunter.

First, bring Hunter over to have some fun, then tell him that the money he'll give to Yan Tong in the future will be given to Hunter. That way, everything will be settled.

Just then, one of the henchmen rushed in in a panic.

"Brother Chao, Brother Chao, something terrible has happened! Wu Shih-hao has brought his men here!"

Fatty was stunned for a moment, staring wide-eyed at his underling, hardly believing his ears.

"What did you say?"

The henchman quickly repeated, "Wu Shih-hao, Wu Shih-hao is leading his men to attack."

Fatty was stunned, then a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"Hehe, hahahaha..."

"Wu Shih-hao, Wu Shih-hao, did you think that just because Master Yan is dead, I'm a lamb to the slaughter? Well done, with Superintendent Hunter here, let's see what you can do to me! Hahahaha..."

The flashes stopped immediately, then the lights came on again and the music stopped.

"Mr. Hunter, Mr. Hunter, listen to me, Wu Shih-hao has brought his men to attack. That bastard has a grudge against me; I'm the one who broke his leg."

Now that Master Yan is dead, he can't wait to deal with me. Mr. Hunter, from now on, I'll transfer Master Yan's tributes to you. Just be like Master Yan and protect me when it matters.

Hunter, the foreigner, immediately knew what was going on.

He nodded and said in broken Cantonese, "Fatty Chao, I can back you up, but you have to show me your worth. Go on! They've already come knocking on our door, you're not afraid of them, are you?"

Go ahead and fight. If you win, I'll celebrate with you. If you lose, I'll step in and save your life. In short, if you want to be my dog, you'd better see if you're good enough. Understand?

Upon hearing this, Fatty Chao immediately became happy and nodded hurriedly, "I understand, I understand! You just sit and watch the show! Today, I'll take down this Wu Shih-hao and give Mr. Hunter a good show. Hahahaha..."

"Come on, brothers, all of you follow me. Those bastards from Kowloon Walled City dared to come to our door. Tonight, we'll make sure they don't leave alive. Let's go, kill them!"

Led by Fatty Chao, hundreds of his underlings, armed with various steel pipes and machetes, walked out of the New Power Nightclub.

There were no ordinary people on the street outside the nightclub at this moment.

Old Mo walked ahead, holding an axe in his hand. This axe had killed countless people.

Behind Lao Mo followed Wu Shih-hao and his brothers. They were all carrying machetes and had red cloths tied around their heads for identification.

They marched in a large, imposing manner toward the New Force Nightclub.

Why not just drive right up to the entrance, rush in, and start hacking?

Are you kidding me? If you smash up the New Power Nightclub, don't you have to renovate it again?

Meanwhile, a large group of people slowly emerged from the New Force Nightclub, carrying machetes and steel pipes, and slowly walked towards Lao Mo and his group.

The leader was none other than the New Territories' top dog, Fatty Chao, or Brother Chao.

This is a unique feature of Hong Kong – the "pepper" scene. This scene continued until the late 1990s.

The two groups, roughly equal in number, bumped into each other on the street.

The two sides stopped a few meters apart.

On the dimly lit street, Fatty Chao finally saw the person opposite him clearly.

He paused for a moment, then broke into a maniacal laugh.

"Hehe, hahahahaha..."

"Who is it? Oh, it's Brother Mo! Wu Shih-hao, Brother Hao, you've really become Brother Mo's dog! Hahahaha..."

Fatty laughed wildly, and then his henchmen behind him joined in the laughter. It was a blatant display of sarcasm.

Upon hearing this, Wu Shih-hao became furious and wanted to rush up and teach him a lesson.

Old Mo reached out and stopped him.

He said, "Brother Chao, right? I'm sure you know why we're here tonight. Now, I'll give you a chance: kneel down and bark like a dog a few times. I'll spare your life."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Fatty Chao burst into laughter again: "Old Mo, I call you Brother Mo, and you actually think you're my brother? Since we've already torn off the mask, I'll give you a chance."

Now kneel down and acknowledge me as your boss. From now on, Brother Chao will make you rich and successful. If you don't know what's good for you, you won't be leaving the New Territories today.

Hey, you know what, bringing my buddies here to exchange insults is actually quite fun.

It has to be said, even Lao Mo has come to enjoy this feeling. No wonder so many people like being the boss.

Now that I've had my fill, I won't say any more. Old Mo isn't one to ramble on.

"Brothers, since Brother Chao is so shameless, let's go! Let's send him to the afterlife... kill him..."

Old Mo brandished his axe and charged forward first. His henchmen behind him roared and charged forward, brandishing their machetes.

However, the fat guy on the other side was actually the sixth brother.

Upon seeing that a fight had broken out, he immediately took a few steps back, brandished his machete, and shouted, "Brothers, kill them!"

Fatty's henchmen rushed up from behind him.

The two groups immediately started fighting each other.

Fatty Chao, the sixth brother, slowly retreated, retreating further and further back.

There was nothing he could do. He didn't know if he could beat Lao Mo, but he knew he couldn't beat Wu Shih-hao.

So he let his underlings wear down Wu Shih-hao's stamina first, and then he would kill him later.

Old Mo was speechless; he was after Fatty Chao.

As a result, a group of his underlings rushed up and attacked him. Fatty Chao, however, retreated to the back.

"You bastard, Fatty Chao, don't go..."

Old Mo swung his axe, hacking down Fatty Chao's henchmen one by one.

Then, they charged straight towards Fatty Chao.

Wu Shih-hao was not to be outdone. Although he had a limp, his fighting ability was far superior to that of his underlings.

He swiftly hacked down Fatty Chao's henchmen and charged towards Fatty Chao.

"Fatty Chao, I'll fuck your mother. Don't you dare run away..."