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

Chapter 288: Kidnapped



Chapter 288: Kidnapped

In this situation, a direct confrontation is not an option.

Of course, Lao Mo could also escape with Ye Zimei.

But since so many people did this, his secret has been exposed to the public.

At that point, forget about winning at the casino; nobody will dare to play with him.

Larmi's face turned green upon hearing this.

"Mr. Chen, no, as long as I'm here, they won't be able to take you away."

Old Mo said speechlessly, "Alright, stop being a hero. There are so many of them. If a fight breaks out, none of us will escape. Promise me you'll protect my wife. If anything happens to her, I'll come looking for you."

Larmi was speechless.

He didn't want to die, so he had no choice but to listen to Lao Mo.

When no one was paying attention to Lao Mo, he pulled a submachine gun from his crotch and handed it to Ye Zimei. He then pulled out two pistols, several magazines, and hand grenades and gave them to her as well.

"Honey, go back first. I'll definitely be back to find you within an hour, okay?"

Ye Zimei nodded; she had absolute faith in Lao Mo. Her staying would only be a burden to him.

She picked up her submachine gun and hung the grenade on her belt.

Larmi was talking to the big black man when he glanced at Ye Zimei and was immediately stunned by the weapon on her body.

Old Mo didn't give him time to consider, and solemnly said to him, "Mr. Larmy, I'll talk to him. Once we've reached an agreement, you can take my wife away. Okay?"

Larmi nodded.

Old Mo pushed aside the bodyguards blocking his way and walked out.

"Blackie, I'm the Mr. Chen you're looking for. I'll go with you. Can you let them leave first?"

The big black man immediately laughed.

"Sure, as long as Mr. Chen is willing to come with us, we won't make things difficult for anyone else."

"Okay, I promise you, I'll go with you. You can let them leave first."

The large black man waved his hand and said, "Let them go."

Larmi and his bodyguards immediately surrounded Ye Zimei and left step by step.

Lalmi was very professional, completely protecting Ye Zimei in the middle, and the blacks didn't see Ye Zimei until they were far away.

"Ha ha……"

"Mr. Chen, I agree to your request. Now, can you come with us?"

The big black man led the group of black people to surround them.

Old Mo smiled and said, "Of course."

The burly Black man laughed: "Then I'll have to offend you, Mr. Chen."

The big black man immediately started searching Old Mo's body, turning all his pockets inside out, but he couldn't find what he was looking for.

Old Mo laughed; he guessed it—these guys were probably involved in a kidnapping. The body search was to find his bankbook.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Old Mo had nothing on him except a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

"Put him in handcuffs and take him away."

"That's what the big black man said angrily."

Immediately, someone came up and handcuffed Lao Mo. Then they took him to a street corner where several cars were parked.

They pushed Lao Mo into the car and put a black hood over his head.

Then, the car started and drove away quickly.

"Mr. Negro, where are you taking me? What do you want from me?"

Old Mo asked.

The large Black man was sitting in the passenger seat, and he felt very uncomfortable whenever he heard the word "Mr. Negro".

"Mr. Chen, we heard you won two billion in one night the day before yesterday. Giving us two hundred million to spend isn't too much to ask, is it?"

Old Mo chuckled and said, "So you just wanted money? You should have said so earlier! Two hundred million is just a matter of one bet for me. Let me go, and I'll give you five hundred million."

The burly black man said, "No rush. Your wife will obediently bring the money when we get there."

Old Mo sneered and said, "Mr. Blackie, I promised my wife I would be back within an hour. If you make me break my promise, the consequences will be severe."

Not only will you not get the 500 million, you'll also lose your lives. Please don't doubt the words of a tycoon, thank you!

"Fuck. How dare you threaten us?"

One of the black men holding Old Mo punched him in the stomach.

Old Mo almost lost his breath and coughed painfully.

Never mind, Lao Mo is not saying anything.

He could have easily killed them in the car, but he's changed his mind now.

Since they've covered their heads, they must be going to an important place.

Old Mo decided to deal with them once they arrived. At the very least, Old Mo needed to know who they were.

The car drove around the city for a while and soon arrived at a house in the suburbs.

This house has twelve floors. On the surface, it doesn't look like anything special, but in fact, not only are there vicious dogs in the yard, but there are also people hiding in the shadows with guns on guard.

Great, it's only a half-hour drive, so it shouldn't be too far.

Soon, Lao Mo was taken off the car, the iron gate of the courtyard was opened, Lao Mo was taken inside, and the elevator was taken to the twelfth floor.

The big black man, along with four others, pulled Old Mo up.

Then, Old Mo was pushed into an empty house, and the iron door slammed shut.

The burly Black man and his four companions turned and left without a word. They showed no intention of speaking to Old Mo.

Old Mo was in a hurry to get back; he didn't have time to waste here with them.

Two silenced pistols immediately appeared in Old Mo's hands.

In a flash, he appeared in the corridor and stood behind the five black men.

Yes, they didn't even take off their headgear.

"Hey, black guy, you think you can just leave like that?"

As Lao Mo spoke, the gun in his hand fired, making several sharp, thudding sounds.

Four black men were shot in the head and fell to the ground.

The large black man was stunned. He tried to draw his gun, but two silenced pistols were already pointed at him.

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to draw my gun."

The large black man immediately raised his hands, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Old Mo.

This guy hasn't even taken off his hood, what is he trying to do?

But how come he seems to be able to see it?

The large Black man was torn internally, but he dared not make the next move.

"Tell me! Who ordered you to kidnap me?"

The large black man shook his head.

Without hesitation, Old Mo shot him in the thigh.

"Ah... Awoooooo..."

The large black man clutched his thigh and screamed like a wild beast.

In his panic, he reached for the gun, only to discover to his horror that it was gone.

The screams of the large black man immediately caused an uproar throughout the entire building.

"Go go go, what happened? What happened?"

"It seems to be the twelfth floor, it seems to be the twelfth floor."

"Go go go, hurry up and go up!"

Countless people rushed towards the twelfth floor.

The people who lived on the twelfth floor immediately kicked open the door and rushed out.

As soon as they rushed out the door, gunshots rang out from outside.

The black men were shot multiple times and fell to the ground.

The large black man was stunned.

This man from the East had a submachine gun hidden in his crotch?


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