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

Chapter 125: Ah Hao, pour Old Mo some tea and apologize.

Yes, Lei Luo was right. Old Mo did indeed want the money.

With a wave of his hand, all the money in the cabinet vanished into thin air, one bill at a time.

Gaa...

Lei Luo and Zhu Youzai stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief.

Especially the little pig, whose mouth was wide open in an "o" shape.

"How was it? My magic trick was pretty good, wasn't it? I gave you a free performance, and now that the performance is over and you've seen it, we're even."

Oh, and stop calling! If you do, I'll come to your house and put on a show for you next time. Then your five-hundred-million-dollar detective will become a penniless detective. Hahahaha…”

Old Mo was in a good mood and walked towards the door with a hearty laugh.

Two of the most powerful Chinese in Hong Kong just watched him helplessly, not daring to utter a single word.

Suddenly, Old Mo stopped and turned to look at Lei Luo, saying, "Detective Lei, do me a favor. There's a human trafficker named Niu Lang; help me bring him back."

After he was brought back, they notified me to come and interrogate him. I want to know why he went to all this trouble to bring my daughter here.

This really doesn't make sense. He's just a beggar; he can be arrested anywhere. Why go all the way to Beijing to arrest a beggar?

Lao Mo believed that there must be some secret he didn't know about.

What? You're asking why Lao Mo didn't go and catch it himself?

The main problem is that Lao Mo doesn't recognize Niu Lang! He was so angry back then that he killed Ma Wu in a fit of rage, and then killed Liu Chong. Now, he really doesn't know where to find Niu Lang.

He was genuinely afraid that if he went to Kowloon City and started killing, he might accidentally kill that bastard.

Lei Luo nodded eagerly: "Okay. No problem."

Old Mo added, "Oh, right. There's another one named Yan Sheng. Go and bring him back to me. Let me know when to come and deal with him."

Lei Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Is this Yan Sheng you're talking about Yan Tong's cousin?"

Old Mo nodded: "It should be him."

Lei Luo quickly refused, saying, "I'm sorry, I can't arrest this person."

Arresting Yan Sheng is tantamount to overturning the table with Yan Tong, and Lei Luo cannot bear the consequences.

Although Yan Tong is currently no match for Lei Luo, that's only on the surface. Yan Tong has been operating here for decades and is known as "Master Yan," which is no joke.

If things really come to a head, it will result in a lose-lose situation.

If I could really crush him, the person I'd most want to crush is Lei Luo. The reason I haven't killed him yet after all this time is because I can't move him.

Old Mo didn't press him further, saying, "Alright. I'll give you two days to provide me with a complete file on Yan Sheng. Is that alright?"

"No problem. I can get it done for you in a day, not two."

Lei Luo assured him.

"Okay, thanks then."

After saying that, Lao Mo turned and left.

I came all this way, got someone to do something for me, and got paid so much money. I'm so happy.

"Wait a moment."

Rello mustered his courage and called out to Old Mo.

Piggy was startled and his heart was pounding. "Look, they're about to leave, why are you still calling them back?"

Old Mo turned around and looked at him: "What's wrong? Is there something else?"

Lei Luo carefully chose his words and said, "Brother Mo, there must be a reason why you're not killing me."

Regarding your matter with Wu Shih-hao, could I act as a peacemaker and arrange for him to come out so we can all sit down and have a proper talk?

Old Mo smiled faintly and said, "He's just a drug dealer, and he's killed countless people. I may be bad, but compared to him, I'm probably not even a fraction as bad. Would you really plead for such a wicked person?"

Lei Luo said, "Brother Mo, the reason things turned out this way is not because he was born wanting to sell heroin. It's because of the circumstances. If he didn't sell it, someone else would."

"No matter what, he's still my brother, Lei Luo. If the conditions are right, we can switch careers. Give me some face, let's arrange to meet and talk. I'm begging you, okay?"

Old Mo was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay. Let's do it at the Emperor Hotel! Let me know when you're done."

After saying this, Lao Mo turned and left.

"call……"

Lei Luo plopped down in his seat, his whole body going limp.

Even the little lard couldn't take it anymore and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

They've been causing trouble in Hong Kong for so many years, they've seen all sorts of people, but they've never seen anyone as terrifying as this.

It's really rare that Old Mo actually gave him this much face.

"Quickly, call him and tell him to come over right away."

Piggy picked up the phone again and dialed.

Lei Luo also stopped going to work. He went straight home and invited Wu Shih-hao to his house to talk.

"What? You want me to pour him tea and apologize? Brother Le, you're not kidding me, are you?"

Upon hearing Lei Luo's words, Wu Shih-hao slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

How to describe Lei Luo? In Chasing the Dragon, Lei Luo is indeed a very loyal and righteous person.

Unfortunately, he forgot one thing: he was an official, while Wu Shih-hao was a bandit.

These two groups are inherently incompatible.

This is also because Lei Luo owes him something and has always been tolerant of him, which is why they have been able to live peacefully for so many years.

Otherwise, these two would have broken up long ago.

Finally, Lei Luo shot himself, meaning, "You lost a leg for me, this shot is repayment. From now on, we're even."

Lei Luo looked at him and said without room for argument, "We have to do this. Let me tell you, Old Mo is not someone we can handle. If we keep fighting him, you'll be the one who dies in the end."

"Impossible. Who am I, Wu Shih-hao? In all of Hong Kong, the white-collar workers are the biggest, but the black-collar workers are the biggest. I don't care where this dragon from across the river came from, he has to grovel before me."

If he's willing to submit to me and become my brother, I can tolerate him. But to make me his servant, to make me pour him tea and apologize—that's impossible.

Lei Luo pressed his hand on his shoulder: "Brother, calm down. This world is not as simple as we imagine."

"Let me tell you the truth, this old Mo, he has special abilities. We ordinary people can't fight him. Brother, can you listen to me?"

"Special abilities? Hahahaha..."

Wu Shih-hao burst into laughter as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"No way. Brother Le, are you out of your mind? You actually believe such nonsense?"

Lei Luo sighed, having no other choice, and said, "Fine, since you don't believe me, I'll tell you everything that just happened. I told A-Zheng to arrest the man and lock him up in jail. Then I told A-Dong to bring him to my office."

Guess what? The door had just closed when he appeared behind me. He grabbed my neck and almost strangled me to death.

And then it got even more outrageous: he brought out a whole box of hand grenades! A whole box of hand grenades! How did he bring that in? Tell me, unless he has superpowers, how did he get it in?