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

Chapter 55: Before going to sleep, let's kill someone to satisfy our cravings.

When Lao Mo returned to the courtyard house, it was already nine o'clock at night.

Upon pushing the door open, it was discovered that the courtyard gate was unlocked.

Upon entering, they did not see goalkeeper Yan Bugui.

Old Mo walked over and knocked on the door, which was Yan Bugui's house.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The Yan family was also shrouded in gloom at this moment, and no one could sleep.

"Who is it? What's the matter?"

Yan Bugui's impatient voice came from inside.

"It's me, Old Mo, Third Uncle. I'd like to borrow your gong for a moment; I need to call a general meeting for the entire hospital."

"Son of a bitch."

Yan Bugui cursed inwardly, opened the door, and glared at Lao Mo, shouting, "Lao Mo, are you ever going to stop? What do you want? You like killing people, don't you? Go ahead and kill me!"

As Yan Bugui spoke, he nudged his neck toward Lao Mo. He wanted to see if Lao Mo dared to kill him.

Old Mo smiled strangely and said, "Sorry, I just killed seven. The entire Yang family, except for the factory director and his wife, are dead. His two sons, two grandsons, two granddaughters, and a driver are all dead."

"Hehe, I'm a bit tired now, I don't want to kill anymore. I'm calling this entire academy meeting to announce this. Will you lend me this gong? If not, then go and spread the word for me."

He didn't intend to convene a hospital-wide meeting; his purpose was merely to intimidate Yan Bugui.

"What?"

Yan Bugui could hardly believe his ears.

"You...you...you're not lying to me? You even dared to kill Director Yang's family?"

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Why would I lie to you? What? Now, Third Uncle, are you trying to tell me where my daughter is?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui was nearly scared to death. Everyone in the courtyard knew that if Old Mo asked that question, disaster was imminent.

He instinctively slammed the door shut, nearly hitting Old Mo's nose.

Yan Bugui closed the door tightly, leaned against it, and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

A tear rolled down her cheek.

At that moment, he truly regretted it.

As a teacher, why would you go and try to take someone else's house?

Now things are really messed up; someone in his family has died. He's in a real dilemma now.

Once I admit defeat and tell others, everything will be over.

If we hold on and fight this old man together, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

Therefore, we cannot compromise; we must continue to fight.

"Very well, you old fool, I gave you a chance and you didn't take it. So tonight, I'll kill your whole family."

Old Mo's icy voice came from outside the door, startling Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui was really frightened and quickly stood up to open the door.

He wanted to say, "Old Mo, I'll give the house back to you, and we can call it even."

However, before he could finish speaking, Old Mo had already walked to the middle of the yard.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

When Lao Mo got home, he used a basin to scoop water from the water tank to wash himself.

Next, of course, is to go to sleep. However, before going to sleep, I need to kill someone to satisfy my urge.

There's no way around it; everyone's asleep by 9 PM these days. How can we have no nightlife at all?

We have to find some fun for everyone and spice up their lives! Otherwise, life will be so dull and lifeless, how can we live like this?

Lying in bed, I let my consciousness wander.

His house was next door, in the middle of the house, where Yan Jiefang was lying.

Hey, where's this guy's wife? Why isn't she sleeping with him?

His wife isn't home, so killing him would be a bit difficult!

However, even if it's difficult, we must kill them. We said we'd kill the Yan family tonight, and we will.

One must not be untrustworthy.

If there are conditions, kill them; if there are no conditions, create them and still kill them.

For the top assassin in Jinghai, there was no one he couldn't kill before, and now with this cheat, there's even less he can't kill anyone.

Anyway, that's what Lao Mo thinks; he's that confident.

Old Mo's consciousness began searching through Yan Jiefang's room.

Soon, he found a murder weapon on the bedside table.

Yes, a fruit knife.

This fruit knife is made entirely of iron and is quite heavy.

Old Mo wanted to pick him up and slit his throat, but he couldn't do it unless he wanted his head to split open.

There was no other way; Old Mo could only wait for an opportunity. As long as this guy got up and grabbed the fruit knife, he'd have a chance.

Of course, it was only a chance. Old Mo couldn't bring himself to forcibly pry open his hand and slit his own throat.

So, he had no choice but to give it a try.

He used his mind to control the fruit knife, tapping it lightly on the table.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Ta-da..."

Yan Jiefang's son died and his wife ran away, so he was already upset and couldn't sleep well at all.

Upon hearing this sound, he immediately jumped up.

"Who...who..."

I turned on the light, and the room was quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight.

"Damn it, this is truly a ghost story."

Yan Jiefang angrily lay down.

In a daze, that eerie voice rang out again.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Clang clang clang clang..."

"Who?"

Yan Jiefang sat up again and turned on the light.

The room fell silent once again.

"Who the hell is playing tricks here? Get out here!"

Yan Jiefang roared in frustration.

His shouts immediately caused a commotion in the backyard.

Now everyone in the courtyard is like a frightened bird, jumping up at the slightest sound.

Xu Damao lived next door, just two rooms apart. Hearing the noise, he immediately got up.

Liu Haizhong was released in the morning. When he was released, most of his once black hair had turned white.

At that moment, he was quite sensitive. Upon hearing something amiss, he also got up.

The other residents in the backyard also got up and ran to the yard to check the situation.

Then Yan Jiefang roared in the room.

"Who the hell is it? Show yourself!"

"Can't this fucking let a person get any sleep?"

Those outside looked at each other in bewilderment.

Has Yan Jiefang gone mad?

It's possible. With his son dead and his wife gone, it wouldn't be surprising if he went mad.

Grandpa Li in the backyard glanced at Liu Haizhong.

"Second Uncle, why don't we go up and knock on the door and ask?"

Liu Haizhong shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and went home.

What did he think was wrong? It turned out that a madman had appeared.

His entire family is dead, why should he care about anything else?

It's good that they're all crazy; it would be best if they were all crazy.

Grandpa Li knew what was going on with Liu Haizhong, shook his head, and gave Xu Damao a wink, signaling him to go up and knock on the door.

Xu Damao didn't stand on ceremony and went up to knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Jiefang, Jiefang, it's your brother Mao! What's wrong? What happened?"

If it were Uncle Erda or Uncle Li knocking on the door, Yan Jiefang might have given them some face.

But what kind of person is Xu Damao? He's in cahoots with that old Mo; they're both bastards.

He hates Lao Mo the most right now, and Xu Damao the second most.

He gets very irritated as soon as he hears his voice.

"Get out, get out! Whatever happens to me is none of your business! Get out, all of you, get out!"