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

Chapter 96: The Torture and Murder of Yi Zhonghai

Upon hearing the gunshots, Yi Zhonghai was not alarmed; instead, he became excited.

He was worried from the start that these guys wouldn't use guns. He wasn't sure if they could kill Old Mo without guns.

Now that the guns have been fired, it proves they used guns. Old Mo is doomed.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Old Mo, you're dead. You can't escape. Tonight is your death night. I'm going to kill you to avenge everyone in the courtyard."

"You bastard, you killed over a hundred people in the entire courtyard! You're a monster! I'll kill you, I'll grind you to dust, hahahahaha..."

Scarface got angry and slapped him across the face.

"Damn it, what are you yelling about here? Damn it, we told them not to shoot, and now they've opened fire. Which bastard is so disobedient?"

Scarface started cursing angrily. Once this gunshot rang out, it was no small matter.

Although with the current level of security, the police wouldn't easily arrive even if gunshots rang out in the suburbs, he was still worried!

That damned Yi Zhonghai, how dare he gloat here?

Yi Zhonghai covered his face, unaware of what was happening.

"Scarface, why did you hit me?"

Scarface was furious: "Do you think shooting is a good thing? If the police come looking for us later, neither of us will escape."

Yi Zhonghai, however, thought differently and said loudly, "What time is it now? What's there to be afraid of? Do you know that?"

This guy killed over a hundred people; he's a monster, you know? Even if you killed him, the police would give you a reward.

Scarface was stunned for a moment, then asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

Yi Zhonghai said, "That bastard killed more than a hundred people in our courtyard. He killed everyone in the entire courtyard, leaving only me."

"What? Why didn't you say so sooner?"

Scarface was stunned.

He grabbed his collar and lifted him up, his hands trembling.

"Old man, you're not lying to me, are you? That bastard really killed over a hundred people?"

Yi Zhonghai was completely bewildered. He nodded hastily.

"Holy crap..."

Scarface was furious! He kicked him in the stomach and yelled, "Why the hell didn't you say so?!"

This is a ruthless man who killed over a hundred people! Just hearing the name "Scarface" sends shivers down my spine!

Yi Zhonghai was kicked to the ground, still looking completely bewildered, wondering what this scarred guy was up to.

Scarface shouted angrily, "Yi Zhonghai, you dare to conceal clues and not report them? Let me tell you, if my brother dies tonight and we fail to complete the mission, I'll take your life."

Scarface had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Yi Zhonghai finally understood why Scarface was so angry. It turned out he was scared after hearing that Old Mo had killed over a hundred people!

How could he know? A ruthless man who killed over a hundred people—don't even mention ten thousand, even if you offered two or three times that amount, Scarface might not dare to come! That kind of money, you might earn it, but you might not live to spend it!

Gunshots could be heard occasionally in the woods, along with screams.

However, the screams were all very short.

Scarface and Yi Zhonghai waited there anxiously.

They knew that Old Mo was not dead; if Old Mo were dead, there would be no more gunfire.

The entire forest was practically Old Mo's domain.

He is a ghost in the darkness, using his divine sense to occasionally wait for someone to approach, then chop them to death with an axe. Or perhaps, he simply shoots them dead.

In just ten minutes, he had already collected twenty corpses into his space.

It wasn't because he could only kill twenty people, but because the others didn't come in.

Old Mo had no choice but to walk towards the edge of the woods and ambush the guys one by one.

The entire forest was like a battlefield. Old Mo would kill someone and then store their corpse in his spatial storage.

Time passed by, minute by minute. Half an hour had already gone by in the blink of an eye.

Yi Zhonghai and Scarface occasionally shone their flashlights on their watches. They were incredibly nervous!

Just then, a gunshot rang out from the left.

Scarface fell to the ground.

Old Mo shone a flashlight on Yi Zhonghai and slowly walked towards him.

Yi Zhonghai's heart pounded, and he shouted nervously, "Who...who are you?"

He had barely finished speaking when another gunshot rang out.

"what……"

Yi Zhonghai screamed and fell to his knees. Yes, his kneecaps had been smashed open.

Scarface wasn't dead. He slowly drew his gun and aimed it at Old Mo.

"You bastard, how dare you shoot me! I'll kill you..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Gaa...

Scarface was riddled with holes and instantly fell silent. His hand dropped, and the gun fell to the ground with a thud. His head lolled to the side, and he was dead.

"Ah, who are you...?"

Yi Zhonghai screamed in terror.

Old Mo shone a flashlight into his eyes, but he couldn't see anything at all.

Old Mo walked up like a ghost and stepped on his knee.

"Yi Zhonghai, Yi Zhonghai, I thought you were dead. If you hadn't come forward, I would have just left you behind, you bastard."

I never expected that once someone is destined to die, no matter what, you can't escape it.

"Ah...you're Old Mo? How is that possible? So many people were trying to kill you, how could you possibly have survived?"

Yi Zhonghai was terrified. He desperately tried to pull himself away from Lao Mo by pushing his hands behind him.

Old Mo stepped on his broken leg.

"Aaaaaah, let go, let go! It hurts so much, it hurts so much..."

Yi Zhonghai screamed in agony.

"Hehehehehe..."

"Yi Zhonghai, do you really want to live? Too bad, when you killed my wife and sold my daughter, you were destined for this end. Thank God you were spared so I can torture you properly, you bastard."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he fired a shot, breaking Yi Zhonghai's other leg.

"Ahhh, Old Mo, I was wrong, please let me go! I'll never go against you again, I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

Yi Zhonghai screamed in agony.

"Hehe, hehehehehe..."

Old Mo laughed, a very happy laugh.

"Yi Zhonghai, are you in a lot of pain?"

Yi Zhonghai nodded frantically.

"Pain is what you deserve. You old bastard, you know you were wrong now. It's just a pity, it's too late."

Old Mo grabbed one of his arms and snapped it off.

"Aaaaaaah..."

Yi Zhonghai was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed and he trembled violently.

"Again, if that's not painful enough, I'll make you regret ever being born."

As Lao Mo spoke, he grabbed his other arm and twisted it hard, breaking it again.

"Aaaaaaah..."

Yi Zhonghai's screams were earth-shattering.