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

Chapter 41: Going to Find the Dragon Scales

"Get out! Get out of here, you motherless bastard! Get out of here..."

The deaf old woman went completely mad, reaching out to grab Old Mo and screaming wildly.

However, she accidentally pulled on something on the bedside table. The lunchbox on it was knocked to the floor and scattered all over the place.

"Oh dear, you deaf old lady, you can be crazy sometimes? Look at you, wasting such good food. In this day and age, wasting such good food will get you struck by lightning."

Old Mo smiled, bent down, and collected the lunchbox, which still contained leftover food. He then casually dumped the food onto the ground. He stood up, holding the empty lunchbox.

He needed to put the lunchbox away; he would bring the old lady lunch again at this time tomorrow. As for the food on the ground, he would have to wait for the nurse to come and clean it up.

"You damned beast, get out of here! Get out of here! I don't need you to bring me food, get out of here, get out of here..."

The deaf old woman used all her strength to shout and curse.

"Heh, since that's how it is, then you can just wait here to die! I'm leaving..."

Old Mo turned and left the ward with a flourish.

Despite the considerable commotion, no one came to check on it.

As soon as he stepped out of the ward, Lao Mo put on that terrifying, dead face.

That old geezer, even in this state, still won't say anything. How vicious can he be?

Old Mo secretly put the lunchbox into his spatial storage and strode away from the hospital.

Following the route I remembered, I headed towards the black market on the outskirts of the city.

He visited this black market three years ago. Three years later, little has changed.

Old Mo took out a baseball cap and put it on his head, then took out a face mask and put it on his face.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance of a small alley.

In the darkness, two people came out and stopped him.

"What do you do?"

The person who stopped him asked.

"Buying things."

Old Mo said expressionlessly.

"One cent for buying things."

Old Mo took out a ten-cent coin he had prepared and handed it to the other person.

The other party took the money and immediately stepped aside.

Old Mo lifted his leg and walked inside.

Once inside, there is a street that is neither too big nor too small.

This is the edge of Beijing. The infamous black market is actually just one street.

Stalls lined both sides of the street, displaying various items for sale.

Behind each stall is a large door that allows anyone to come and go as they please.

Once the police arrive, they will be notified in advance, quickly move their belongings into the house, and then close the door. Finally, they will evacuate quickly through the back door.

Under normal circumstances, the police would not rush into a house to search it.

With the authorities turning a blind eye, this black market has managed to survive.

Old Mo walked forward step by step, his hands in his pockets.

There were many people on the street, both sellers and buyers.

Old Mo walked among the crowd without standing out.

Three years have passed, and I'm back here again. Not much has changed.

Go out of this row of houses on the left, and behind it is a wooded area in the suburbs.

The environment was still the same familiar place. If something happened here, Lao Mo had already thought of several escape routes.

After some investigation, Old Mo found that nothing had changed much, so he felt relieved. He took out some money and started buying things from the stalls.

Old Mo bought a variety of oils, salts, soy sauces, and vinegars.

Seeing that there were live chickens, Lao Mo bought a few. He went into the darkness and used his consciousness to scan his surroundings. When no one was paying attention to him, he threw the live chickens into his spatial storage.

The live chicken entered the space, but only managed to hold out for two minutes before slowly dying.

However, Lao Mo wasn't worried. This space had a preservation function, so no matter how long it was stored, it would always be fresh when taken out.

Next, Lao Mo bought some pork, as well as rice and noodles.

Every time he bought something, Lao Mo would find a secret place to put it in his spatial storage, and then bring it out again.

He has a 30-meter scanning range, so he's not worried at all about being monitored.

Gradually, Lao Mo's space had accumulated several hundred kilograms of items.

If it were just for him to eat, this amount of food would be enough for him to eat for a year.

In his scan, he finally found someone targeting him. There were three people in total, and they were obviously managers of the black market, or in other words, people from the underworld.

Old Mo twitched his lips and walked into a small alley on the left.

After passing through this alley, you'll find yourself in the woods on the outskirts of the city. This is one of the escape routes for this black market.

There are two guys guarding the alley exit; they're also the toll collectors.

Many people pass through this alley to enter and exit the black market, and these two guys didn't stop Old Mo.

Old Mo exited the alley without incident and walked into the woods ahead along a path worn by people.

Behind them, the three guys who had been keeping an eye on Lao Mo came out and followed the path Lao Mo had taken.

The two guys guarding the alley entrance didn't follow; they were still on duty and wouldn't leave unless there were special circumstances.

Old Mo used his mind to watch the three guys who were catching up, and a sneer appeared on his lips.

He slowed down and waited for the three guys to catch up before disappearing into the woods.

As soon as the three men saw that Old Mo had left the main road, they knew he was going to run away, so they quickly took out flashlights to light the way and quickened their pace to catch up with him.

Soon, the three guys caught up with Old Mo and surrounded him.

"Heh heh, trying to run away?"

The guy in the lead shone a flashlight on Lao Mo's face, but Lao Mo was wearing a mask, so when the flashlight shone on Lao Mo's eyes, Lao Mo closed his eyes.

With the help of the space, he could see clearly without opening his eyes. Especially at night, the 360-degree scan was much more useful than his eyes.

"Hey kid, tell me, where did you put all those things you just bought?"

According to their observation, Lao Mo bought several hundred kilograms of goods, but they couldn't figure out where he put them. This aroused their curiosity and vigilance, so they followed him.

Old Mo, with his eyes closed, calmly said, "I know Long Lin. He's a good friend of mine. Ask him to come and talk to me."

The leader's expression changed: "Are you sure?"

"Sure."

Old Mo uttered those two words softly.

"hehe……"

"It's impossible for our boss to come see you. If you want to see him, you'll have to come with us!"

The leader said tentatively.

Old Mo said calmly, "Impossible. I don't know you, and I can't go with you."

Just kidding, Old Mo isn't a war god. Going with them would be suicide.

If he doesn't utilize the space, Old Mo can only take on five normal people, seven at most, no more.

"hehe……"

The leader sneered, "That's not up to you. Come on, grab him."

The two guys behind him were about to pounce on Old Mo from the left and right.