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

Chapter 398: Killing George

Old Mo chuckled and said, "For Duke George, this shouldn't be considered bold, should it?"

Princess Anne nodded upon hearing this.

Indeed, for the Duke of George, doing such things was standard practice. What was so daring about it?

Princess Anne was angry and asked, "Then, husband, what do you want to do?"

Old Mo said, "I think keeping him around is just a nuisance. Why don't we just eliminate him?"

Princess Anne fell silent upon hearing this.

Marco is someone she's known since childhood. It's one thing to suppress him, but to actually wipe out his entire family is a bit too much.

Princess Anne is quite kind.

Old Mo knew what she was thinking. The reason he came to see Princess Anne was to try and change her mind.

"Annie, people can change. Now we're enemies. If we don't destroy them, they'll destroy us. Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!"

He might not be able to kill me today, but he could succeed someday. After all, I'm not invincible.

Princess Anne fell silent upon hearing this.

Finally, she sighed and said, "Fine! Do whatever you want, I don't care anymore."

Old Mo hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.

"Alright, you guys have fun, I'm leaving now."

Old Mo disappeared immediately after he finished speaking.

When Lao Mo reappeared, he was already outside the hotel.

He hailed a taxi: "Driver, please take me to the Duke of George's Mansion, thank you!"

The driver was somewhat surprised to see that the man was of Asian descent.

However, she still said, "Okay."

When Old Mo got out of the car, he was already standing outside the Duke of George's mansion.

It covered the entire Duke's mansion in an instant, and he saw the situation inside the mansion clearly.

In the main hall of the Duke's mansion, Duke George was smashing things.

"Damn it, Fuck. Salim, what have you done? You can't even bring back a yellow pig."

Salim stood there, head bowed, not daring to look at Duke George.

"Fak, tell me, what do we do now? He has military personnel protecting him, what am I supposed to do?"

Duke George shouted loudly.

Shalim then weakly said, "With them protecting him, it's impossible to capture him again. We can assassinate him and kill him directly."

"No, I don't want to kill him outright. I want to capture him and torture him to death slowly. I want him to know the consequences of offending me, George. Fuck..."

George shouted loudly.

Salim said weakly, "If that's the case, then it's troublesome. Unless you can persuade the Minister of Defense to withdraw his protectors, it will be really difficult to take him away from them."

"Damn it. That damn Peter, how could he help this yellow-skinned pig? Fine, I'll call him."

George angrily grabbed the phone and started shaking it.

Finally, the call connected, and he got in touch with Peter.

"Mr. Peter, it's me, George. Peter, are you determined to go against me? What good will it do you to go against me?"

George screamed wildly.

Peter on the other side was speechless.

"I'm sorry, Duke George, I'm not against you, I'm just doing my duty. Mr. Chen, you really can't touch it."

Peter spoke calmly on the phone. He already knew that Old Murdoch had sent fifty tons of gold first.

This proves that Old Mo really does have a lot of gold. Therefore, we mustn't harm him.

This is all their gold. If they kill Old Mo, the gold will be gone.

"Fak, Peter, aren't you going against me? You're using the military to protect him, what do you mean by that?"

George shouted angrily.

Peter across from him fell silent. This was something he truly couldn't say.

"Duke George, the Prime Minister has already told you that this Asian man has very powerful backing, so you cannot kill him."

"Is this His Majesty? Damn it, what kind of bewitching potion has this yellow-skinned pig given you? I don't care if you agree or not, I'm going to kill him and avenge my son."

George was screaming wildly.

Just then, he heard a muffled thud behind him.

He held the microphone and turned around. He saw Old Mo holding a silenced pistol, which he had used to blow Shalim's head off.

Shalim was shot in the back of the head and didn't even have time to react before collapsing to the ground.

Gaa...

George's mouth dropped open, and he froze in shock.

"Yellow-skinned pig, what do you want?"

George uttered those words with a trembling voice.

Old Mo raised his hand and shot him in the head.

"Gah..."

George's head lolled back, and he lay dead on the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey, Duke George, Duke George, what's wrong? What's wrong? Speak up, speak up..."

Peter shouted loudly on the phone.

Indeed, judging from the sound, he had already guessed that something had happened to Duke George.

Old Mo slowly walked over, picked up the microphone, listened to a couple of sentences, and then hung up.

"Hey, hey, hey, damn it."

Peter hung up the phone and immediately shouted from outside, "Someone, hurry to Duke George's mansion! Something might have happened to Duke George, quick..."

Peter shouted loudly.

Soon, someone ran in.

"You. Go to the British Hotel, find Lieutenant Durman, and ask him where Old Mo is. Quickly..."

Peter gave another order. Unfortunately, Lieutenant Dolman didn't have a cell phone, so he couldn't contact him.

Now, he wanted to confirm: Was it Old Murdoch who orchestrated the events at Duke George's mansion?

At Duke George's mansion, Old Mo put the two corpses into his spatial storage, and he took away anything that had blood on it.

When he appeared, he was already at Mark's bedside.

Yes, Mark's arm was severed, and it won't heal anytime soon.

At this moment, he lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, looking somewhat resigned to his fate.

His wife was stolen, and his hand was chopped off. The blow was too much for this young man; he was struggling to cope.

Just then, he felt a blur before his eyes and saw a familiar face.

He was taken aback when he saw that face.

He was about to scream when, suddenly, Old Mo grabbed his neck and twisted it violently, snapping it with a crack.

Gaa...

Mark simply rolled his eyes.

"Damn it, I didn't want to kill you, but it's a pity you insisted on courting death, so don't blame me."

Old Mo directly stored the body in his spatial storage, and then disappeared.

Yes, the entire Duke George's mansion was eerily quiet, and no one even knew that three key figures had gone missing.