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

Chapter 59: Yang Guangrong, Dies

"Damn it, it's that bastard. You two come with me, we'll go into the yard to look for him. You three, stay outside and keep watch."

Liu Nengbo drew his pistol and decisively led two men into the courtyard.

The three remaining guys outside, armed with Type 38 rifles, looked at each other.

However, after more than ten minutes, Liu Nengbo and his men searched the entire courtyard, but they couldn't find a single person.

A few dozen meters away from the courtyard, Yang Guangrong paced anxiously back and forth.

Normally, he wouldn't be in any danger hiding here in the back.

He was the head of the security department at the steel rolling mill; everyone in Nanluoguxiang knew him. Who would dare touch him?

Therefore, he never even considered that he might be in danger.

He was just worried that Liu Nengbo had been gone for more than ten minutes and hadn't come back yet.

He took ten men with him, what could possibly go wrong? Even if they couldn't find anyone, they should have come back by now, right?

Therefore, he was very anxious.

However, at that moment, a gun was pressed against the back of his head.

"Don't move. If you dare to move again, you'll lose your life."

Gaa...

Yang Guangrong immediately raised his hands, behaving very obediently.

It turns out that when Lao Mo fled, he was heading in this direction.

He was fully alert and happened to scan this guy.

Old Mo knew something was off about this guy, so he simply came to find him directly.

"Brother, let's talk this out. Don't be impulsive! Is there some misunderstanding, or have you mistaken me for someone else?"

Old Mo asked coldly, "Tell me, who are you? What are you doing here?"

"this……"

Yang Guangrong was speechless.

He had no idea who the person holding the gun to his head was.

He never expected that Old Mo would run up behind him. Therefore, he didn't think the person behind him was Old Mo.

I must have accidentally trespassed on his territory and offended him.

Thinking this through, Yang Guangrong spoke frankly: "I am Yang Guangrong, the head of the security department of the steel rolling mill. Who are you?"

In this area, as long as Yang Guangrong reveals his identity, it will definitely work.

However, the guy behind him didn't put away his gun. Instead, he coldly asked, "What are you doing here, a head of the security department?"

You only have one chance. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I'll split your head in two with this axe.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Guangrong felt a cold axe pressed against his face, telling him that the other person not only had a gun, but also an axe.

They can silently split his head in two with a single axe blow.

Is the speed at which I draw my gun faster than someone else's axe?

At this moment, Yang Guangrong regretted revealing his identity.

Now, I have no choice but to say it.

He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm the head of security, of course I'm here on official business. Brother..."

"You still have half a chance."

Old Mo interrupted him abruptly, raising the axe in his hand.

Yang Guangrong was so frightened that his body trembled, and he cautiously turned his head around, trembling even more violently.

He saw a lifeless face, expressionless, and in the dim moonlight, a pair of merciless eyes staring intently at him.

The axe, raised high, gleamed with a cold, icy light, as if it were already parched with hunger.

"You, you're Old Mo?"

Yang Guangrong asked a question tentatively.

However, that simple sentence almost cost him his life.

With a whoosh, Old Mo's axe came crashing down on his head.

"Wait a minute, I'll talk, I'll talk..."

Yang Guangrong shouted loudly. His trousers were already soaked.

He saw that Old Mo's axe was stopped two centimeters above his brow.

The fact that he was able to brake in time at that moment shows that he was a person who was very skilled in using cold weapons.

"My name is Yang Guangrong, and I really am the head of the security department at the steel rolling mill. I'm here tonight to arrest a man named Chen Jinmo."

After saying this, Yang Guangrong looked at Lao Mo in horror, hoping that the person in front of him was not Lao Mo.

However, he was disappointed.

Old Mo remained remarkably calm and coldly asked, "Who sent you?"

It’s over.

Upon hearing this, Yang Guangrong was certain that the person standing in front of him was the old man he was looking for.

If Lao Mo is here, then who are the people he sent?

At that moment, Yang Guangrong's heart turned cold.

He steadied himself and asked, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

Old Mo chuckled coldly, "I know even if you don't say it, Yang Jianming sent you, didn't he?"

Yang Guangrong's pupils dilated, and he looked up at Lao Mo in disbelief.

I thought to myself, how did he know?

Then, he saw the axe whistle and whistle as it struck him squarely on the forehead.

He didn't know if his head had been split in two; he only felt a sharp pain in his head, and the next moment, he was plunged into endless darkness.

Old Mo killed Yang Guangrong and put his body directly into his spatial storage.

"This thing is still the most fun to kill with."

In his previous life, Old Mo liked to chop people with an axe.

That was a painful memory. Yet, in this life, it's so easy to use.

In his mind, someone was secretly watching them through the window.

However, the moon wasn't large enough to clearly see each other's faces even when face-to-face. Given how far apart they were, it was even less likely they could see each other clearly.

So, it's not a big problem.

So he's one of Director Yang's men. That's interesting.

Old Mo smiled mysteriously, collected the bloodstains and dirt that had fallen to the ground into his spatial storage, cleaned up the scene, and then walked towards the courtyard house.

This is a habit of a qualified assassin. After killing someone, the scene must be cleaned up.

Upon arriving at the outer perimeter of the courtyard house, three men were seen hiding in the darkness, keeping watch at the gate.

Old Mo, wielding an axe, silently approached a man from behind and finished him off with a single blow.

interesting.

He put the guy's corpse into his spatial storage and then moved on to his next target.

Just like that, quietly, the remaining two guys also went to sleep in his space.

Liu Nengbo and his two companions searched the yard for more than ten minutes, but in the end, they gave up.

He stormed out of the courtyard with the two men in a huff.

"Damn it, who is that guy? How come he's so good at hiding?"

He went outside, cursing and swearing.

"Qiangzi, where the hell have you all been?"

However, they were met with endless silence.

"Hiss..."

"Warning, warning..."

Liu Nengbo immediately shouted.

The two men under his command quickly grabbed their Type 38 rifles and began to keep watch.

However, it turned out that their anxiety was unfounded.

There was no one outside except for a person.

"You bastards, what happened? Where did they all go?"

Liu Nengbo gritted his teeth and started cursing.