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

Chapter 157: Departure

Old Mo chuckled, "Two options. First, if that doesn't solve the problem, I'll deal with the person who raised it. Second, find someone to take the blame. Choose one!"

Lei Luo frowned. The first issue was killing the foreigners, and Lei Luo didn't want to do that unless absolutely necessary.

The second method is a bit riskier. After all, forcing someone to take the blame could lead to serious problems if they are exposed.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Brother Le, the Fire Qilin method is no longer popular. Forcing confessions is a morally reprehensible act."

But have you considered another approach? For example, finding someone with cancer and giving them money. Finding such a person shouldn't be difficult, right?

Lei Luo's eyes lit up instantly. He slapped his thigh.

"Oh dear, how come I didn't think of that?"

People suffering from terminal illnesses, especially those who are filial, who have no money for treatment but urgently need money for their families.

If you give him any amount of money, he'll agree immediately.

Most importantly, Hong Kong no longer carries out executions indiscriminately. Since 1966, no executions have been carried out.

If this person takes the blame, and then falls ill, the government might have to help treat them!

Do you think there's anyone who wouldn't want to?

"Okay. Haha, Brother Mo, I didn't expect you to be so clever. Good idea, this is a good idea."

Old Mo thought to himself, "My brain is so good, it's just that he's seen too much in his past life."

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Now that this matter is resolved, I'm going to take care of Fatty Chao tonight. I've said it before, I'm going to unify Hong Kong."

Lei Luo waved his hand and said, "Go ahead! Try not to make it too big."

Lei Luo now speaks with much more confidence. Yan Tong is dead, and his men are filled with unease.

Now, it truly is time for Lei Luo to have absolute power. As long as nothing happens to the foreigners, he can keep them under control.

"Okay. I'll be going now. I'll join you guys another day, and then I'll treat you to drinks. Bye bye..."

Old Mo grabbed the property certificate and made a quick getaway.

After leaving the police station, Lao Mo drove directly to Kowloon Walled City.

Now, most people in Kowloon Walled City know Lao Mo. Driving in there won't be a problem at all.

Kowloon City is now in the center. Because it was bombed by Mok last time, no new houses have been built. They just leveled the land and turned it into a small square.

At this moment, several hundred people have gathered here. They have been waiting for Old Mo for quite some time.

When they saw Lao Mo's car approaching, everyone quickly made way for it.

Because of Lao Mo's generosity, most people now admire him and are eager to follow him in doing things.

There was no way around it; Lao Mo gave just too much.

The car stopped in front of the small building. As soon as Lao Mo got out of the car, Wu Shih-hao and his men came to greet him.

"Brother Mo, you're finally here."

Wu Shih-hao said excitedly.

He was genuinely afraid that Lao Mo wouldn't come. When it came to getting back at Fatty Chao, Wu Shih-hao was even more eager than Lao Mo.

Wu Shih-hao led Lao Mo up to the second floor.

This is a hall for gathering heroes, where the leader sits at the top and his underlings sit on either side. It's a bit like an emperor holding court.

Wu Shih-hao led Lao Mo to the very back of the hall, to the chair at the very top.

Old Mo glanced at the chair but didn't sit down.

He turned around and looked at the two rows of his underlings below. These were all Wu Shih-hao's men, the core members of the upper echelons.

Old Mo stood on his high position, looking down at them.

"Hey guys, brothers. Do you know what we're going to do tonight?"

"Got it, go after Fatty Chao."

The twenty-odd leaders below spoke loudly.

Old Mo nodded and said, "Yes, you're right. We're going to take down Fatty Chao tonight. Tell the brothers that I, Old Mo, will pay double, so tell them to fight like crazy. If they get injured, I'll cover their medical expenses, and they'll get extra bonuses."

"What reward?"

"A leader asked loudly."

"Good question."

Old Mo shouted, "Tell the brothers, a reward of 500 for minor injuries, plus reimbursement for medical expenses. For serious injuries, the reward will cover all medical costs. If anyone unfortunately dies, I'll pay the 100,000 settlement allowance. Tell them that what I, Old Mo, say, I will never go back on my word."

This amount of money is nothing to Lao Mo. What he needs now is fighting power.

"it is good."

The twenty-odd leaders below immediately cheered loudly.

Old Mo pressed his hand down and continued, "And the most important thing is, if you follow me, Old Mo, you're not afraid of dying. Once you start fighting, just go all out and kill them."

"Kill an enemy, I'll give you 5000 yuan. Seriously injuring one, you'll get 1000. When the time comes, you bosses will have to tally it up and collect the money."

"it is good."

The leaders immediately shouted loudly and clapped enthusiastically.

Old Mo knew that such rewards couldn't last, but all he wanted was tonight's battle. In this battle, he had to prove himself.

As for how to reward them later, we'll talk about that later.

In short, when you follow Lao Mo to kill people, you absolutely cannot let your brothers suffer losses.

"Alright, since everyone agrees, let's discuss the battle plan. Bring the map over."

Wu Shih-hao immediately pulled out a map of the New Territories. The entire New Territories were now Fat Boy Chao's territory.

This map has many large red circles. These represent Fatty Chao's various branches, which also control the surrounding territories.

This shows that Wu Shih-hao had done his homework.

Old Mo pointed to the red circles above and said loudly, "Brothers, see these red circles? These are your fat meat tonight."

Let me make this clear first: the main hall is mine, and nobody can take it from me. I'm going to take your Brother Hao there and personally chop Fatty Chao to get revenge.

The rest of the territory is yours to divide! Whoever leads the charge and conquers it will get a share later.

Upon hearing this, the leaders immediately erupted in excitement. They scrambled to get their hands on it, spitting as they spoke; their fighting spirit was truly boiling!

When Lao Mo and Wu Shih-hao saw this, they looked at each other and smiled.

I've never seen these guys so enthusiastic.

It's true that Lao Mo wants to do legitimate business, but even legitimate business needs the protection of these forces. Without these forces in Hong Kong today, you can't do anything big, let alone legitimate business.

After the meeting, a convoy set off in a grand procession.

This was a convoy personally led by Old Mo, because they were heading to attack the main hall, and the journey was a bit long, so they were driving.

Whether those attacking other branches have a vehicle to drive depends on the strength of their leader.

These are not things that Lao Mo should concern himself with. Lao Mo pays them to take over territory, and if they still can't do that, then there's nothing more to say.

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Inside the hall, a classic scene was unfolding: Fatty Chao was frantically banging on the drums, as if his drumming was some kind of amazing sound.

Anyway, after he finished banging, his underlings below clapped until their hands were almost red.