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

Chapter 64: Killing the Dragon Scales

Gaa...

Dragon Scale clenched his fist.

His wife, standing beside him, was so frightened that her legs went weak.

She slowly moved closer and closer to the dragon scales, trying to get away from Lao Mo.

Old Mo saw through her thoughts at a glance, and with a flick of his left hand, he grabbed her.

"what……"

The woman screamed, then instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.

If she angered this killing god, she feared her head would be blown off.

His fists were clenched tightly under the dragon-scale table, he was extremely angry.

However, he was a shrewd old fox. Suppressing his anger, he slowly said, "Brother Chen, when we're negotiating, there's no need to hold a woman hostage, is there? You have guns and axes; are you afraid we'll run away?"

Old Mo nodded and pressed the woman down to sit in the chair on the left, thus creating a three-person seating arrangement around the table.

However, as soon as he sat down, Longlin went berserk.

He flipped the table, and it tilted towards Old Mo.

"Ah Ying, run!"

Dragon Scales roared and lunged at Old Mo.

Old Mo is a person with divine consciousness, so how could he possibly be tackled by him?

Old Mo reacted as soon as he flipped the table.

This is an eight-immortal table, very heavy, and with four legs, so it's not something you can just flip over.

As the table tipped over towards him, he pushed it and smashed it towards the dragon scales.

At the same time, he raised his leg and kicked the octagonal table, sending it flying forward and smashing the dragon scale directly to the ground.

When Longlin's wife tried to run away, Lao Mo didn't hesitate and chopped her on the head with an axe.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Long Lin's wife screamed and collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Long Lin unleashed the fighting power befitting a gang leader.

He overturned the octagonal table, stood up, grabbed a chair from the side, and hurled it at Lao Mo.

Old Mo sidestepped and dodged it.

Dragon Scales didn't attack again, but turned and ran, instantly rushing into the house.

Because there was a gun in his room.

However, he had just closed the door.

With a loud bang, the door was kicked open by Lao Mo, and the dragon scales flew two meters away with it.

Ignoring the pain in his body, Long Lin desperately crawled under the bed.

He kept a gun under the bed.

It was in a box under the bed, the box wasn't locked, and he could reach it with just a reach.

Just then, an axe swept over with a whoosh.

With a snap, the dragon scale's hand separated from his own.

"what……"

Dragon Scale couldn't help but scream in agony.

However, an axe was shoved directly into his mouth, breaking countless teeth.

Teeth fell into his throat, choking him, and an axe blocked his mouth, preventing him from making a sound.

"If I were you, you'd better behave yourself right now. Otherwise, you'll lose your children's lives."

Old Mo's voice came through coldly.

"Waaah, waaah, waaah..."

Old Mo removed the axe and stomped on his mouth. Dragon Scale was finally forced to calm down.

He calls himself an assassin, and he's not exaggerating.

If he were twenty years younger, Long Lin believed he could still hold his own against Lao Mo. Unfortunately, he's too old.

Dragon Scales finally resigned themselves to their fate.

"Old Mo, I know you, haha, you were always a coward, but I didn't expect you to have grown up so much in three years."

Old Mo narrowed his eyes, squatted down with his axe in hand, and looked at him.

"It seems you've remembered something. If you don't want to suffer, you'd better confess honestly!"

Despite the pain, Long Lin, his face pale, said, "If I tell you, will you spare my son and daughter?"

At this point, he could only gamble that Lao Mo was a man of his word.

Old Mo nodded and said expressionlessly, "Fine, I promise you, as long as your answer satisfies me, I will let your children go."

Dragon Scale gritted his teeth and said, "Can I trust you?"

Old Mo nodded and said, "Yes. I have professional ethics. I won't do things that aren't necessary."

"Haha, who would have thought that I, a hero of Dragon Scale, would end up dying at the hands of an old woman. Haha..."

Dragon Scale smiled wistfully, tears welling in his eyes.

"Old Mo, I really don't know where your daughter is, but I did have someone kill your wife. That old lady Long gave me two big yellow croakers and told me to find someone to take care of your wife."

She's a relative of mine, and she gave me so much; I had no choice but to arrange for someone to do it. Life really does have its retribution. I killed your wife, and now you've killed mine. Haha…”

Old Mo asked doubtfully, "That can't be right! Giving you two big yellow croakers will take up three of my rooms?"

How can this deal be calculated? It doesn't seem like an equal exchange at all! Most importantly, the deaf old lady has no share in the house she's occupying. What's she trying to gain by using two large yellow croakers to harm her?

Dragon Scale said angrily, "How was I supposed to know what that old hag was thinking? I thought you guys had a grudge! Turns out it's all because of three houses, damn it..."

Dragon Scale was also a little confused!

However, Old Mo had figured it out.

If you think about that old woman using normal human logic, you definitely won't understand.

But Old Mo is a time traveler!

What that deaf old woman wanted wasn't a house at all.

What she wanted was for others to know that she had connections and was very capable.

In this way, others will respect her and take care of her in her old age. She can then live as the matriarch of the courtyard, where she has the final say and can enjoy the same wonderful life as an ancestor.

These are not things you can buy with just two large yellow croakers.

So, in the deaf old lady's opinion, the two large yellow croakers were well worth the money.

Old Mo never imagined that, by a twist of fate, he would actually avenge his wife.

"You really don't know where my daughter is?"

"I really didn't know that. I even admitted to killing your wife, so why would I hide it from you? You killed my wife too, so killing me is a way of avenging your wife. I hope you can keep your word and spare my children."

Old Mo had no choice but to trust him.

"Don't worry, I'll keep my promise. Tell me, do you know Ma Wu and Niu Lang?"

"I do know them, but people like them aren't worthy of playing with me, Dragon Scale. So, you're likely to be disappointed if you think you can get information about them from me."

Finding them isn't difficult; as long as you find their human trafficking network within Beijing, you'll have a high probability of finding them.

Just then, there was a knocking sound at the door.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Lao Mo spotted the police officers in white uniforms.

Damn it, the commotion here has alerted the police.

Without hesitation, Lao Mo slit the dragon's neck.

Then, he put his body into his spatial storage.

He ran outside as fast as he could and put the bodies of his wife and the two thugs into his spatial storage.

There was no time to clean up the scene; we had to leave as soon as possible.

He can't run into the police in broad daylight.

P.S.: Four chapters today, over 8,000 words in total. Brothers, please give me some support!!!