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

Chapter 224: Fat Dragon: Bite Me If You Dare

As the leader of the Sun Yee On triad, Fei Lung was a man of great influence in Hong Kong, and his word carried immense weight. Who would dare to disrespect him?

I never expected to see such a reckless fool appear, daring to go head-to-head with him and unleash his full power. How can I tolerate this?

"Very well, I'm at the Sun Yee On Ballroom in Tsim Sha Tsui right now. You little punk, if you don't dare to come tonight, you're my grandson."

"Very well, you like being a grandson, huh? I'll come over here right now and make you my grandson."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wu Shih-hao quickly asked, "Did the talks break down?"

Old Mo nodded and said, "This Fat Dragon wants to stand up for him. He said he's at the Sun Yee On Ballroom. I'll go meet him myself. You guys continue your research here and wait for me to come back."

One of the leaders said worriedly, "Brother Mo, the Sun Yee On Dance Hall is the headquarters of Sun Yee On. It's too dangerous for you to go alone. I'll bring some men to go with you."

Old Mo smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, it's not dangerous for your Brother Mo wherever he goes; the only ones in danger are others. I'm off..."

After finishing his sentence, Lao Mo left immediately.

"Brother Hao, stop him!"

The leaders were all worried.

This is their god of wealth; what if something really happens to him?

Wu Shih-hao smiled and said, "Don't worry, Brother Mo doesn't fight unprepared battles. The fact that he dares to go proves there's no danger."

He knew that Mo Ge had special abilities, so there was nothing to worry about.

Old Mo went downstairs, called a local henchman who could drive, and they drove off towards the Sun Yee On dance hall.

There was no other way; he didn't have a driver and didn't know the way. There were no GPS navigation systems these days.

We arrived at the Sun Yee On Ballroom without incident and parked the car.

Old Mo said to his underling, "Drive around for a bit, then come pick me up in half an hour."

"Okay, Brother Mo."

The younger brother readily agreed.

Old Mo got out of the car.

At this moment, the Sun Yee On Ballroom is surrounded by colorful lights, a vibrant and lively scene. The signboard of the Sun Yee On Ballroom is particularly eye-catching.

Old Mo smiled and walked towards the main gate.

As soon as I entered the gate, a scantily clad, sharp-eyed girl came to greet me.

"Brother, you came alone? Do you need someone to come with you?"

Old Mo smiled and immediately pulled her into his arms.

The woman gasped in surprise, but immediately fell silent.

Because the man took a hundred-dollar bill and stuffed it into her cleavage.

The woman immediately smiled.

Old Mo whispered in her ear, "Go and tell your Brother Long that I, Old Mo, have arrived."

The woman didn't know whether he was friend or foe, but she still happily said, "Okay, okay, sir."

The dance hall was packed with people, with loud music playing, and men and women were dancing wildly on the dance floor.

Old Mo found a seat and sat down. Immediately, a waiter came over to ask him what he would like to drink.

Old Mo ordered a bottle of red wine, sat down, and slowly began to drink it. After all, he wasn't going to pay.

I had just taken a couple of sips when suddenly the music stopped and the colored lights stopped flashing.

The normal lights in the lobby were turned on, illuminating the entire lobby as bright as day.

"Get out! Everyone else, get out! The area is cleared..."

The members of the Sun Yee On triad shouted loudly.

Those who were not involved immediately knew something was wrong and left.

Those who dared to stay at this point were all members of the Sun Yee On triad.

Then, a group of people swarmed around Lao Mo.

Old Mo didn't move, and they didn't make a move either, just watching him warily.

Just then, a fat old man and his men slowly walked out from behind.

That's right, this guy is Fatty Dragon.

Fei Long glanced at Lao Mo, smiled, and slowly walked to the sofa opposite him, where he sat down.

"Heh, young man, you've got guts, you actually dared to come."

As he spoke, Fei Long pulled out a box of cigars, took one out, and tossed it toward Lao Mo.

Old Mo reached out and caught it.

Feilong took out a cigar, put it in his mouth, and immediately one of his underlings bent down to light it for him.

Old Mo also put a cigar in his mouth, flipped his hand, and a lighter appeared in his hand. With a snap, he lit it.

"call……"

"call……"

The two sat there, puffing on cigarettes.

Old Mo chuckled, "Fatty, now that I'm here, what's the matter?"

Fei Long chuckled and said, "You've got guts, daring to come here alone. I admire you. So, stop working for Wu Shih-hao, there's no future there. Come work for me, I guarantee you'll have whatever you want."

"hehe……"

Old Mo laughed and said, "It seems that you, the leader of the Sun Yee On triad, are getting old and haven't even figured out the most important thing."

Let me tell you, Wu Shih-hao calls me "boss," and he listens to me.

So now that I'm here with your Sun Yee On triad, you have to listen to me too.

"Ouch, hahaha..."

Fatty Dragon burst into laughter: "If that's the case, then it really is my fault. I couldn't even find such important information."

Upon hearing Fei Long's words, one of the gang leaders behind him turned green with rage.

He knew the boss was angry. Because he was the one who found out Lao Mo's information. This was definitely unacceptable.

Old Mo laughed and said, "Now that I'm here, what do you have to say?"

Fat Dragon chuckled sinisterly, "You certainly have a lot of guts and some skill. But if you can't be of use to me, then I'll have no choice but to destroy you."

"oh……?"

Old Mo let out a long "Oh," and chuckled, "I wonder how Boss Fatty Dragon plans to destroy me?"

"hehe……"

Fat Dragon sneered and said, "You've gone too far. You shouldn't have been here tonight. I'm giving you one last chance. Will you submit to me?"

"Heh, impossible."

"Since that's the case, then don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll break your legs and your arms, leaving you with only one hand to serve food so you don't starve to death."

Fei Long stared at Lao Mo and said fiercely, trying to intimidate him.

Old Mo shrugged and said, "Fat Dragon, you hired assassins to kill me, and now you want to break my arms and legs. Aren't you being a bit too domineering?"

"hehe……"

Fatty Dragon sneered, "I've always been this domineering. What? You want to bite me? Sorry, you don't have the chance anymore."

"Who says I have no chance?"

Old Mo suddenly stood up, a submachine gun appearing in his hand, and pointed it at his head: "Rat-a-tat-tat..."

The next second, the gun was already pressed against Fei Long's chest.

Gaa...

Everyone present was stunned.

Where did this guy pull out that submachine gun? Did he hide it on the sofa?

Fei Long stared wide-eyed at Lao Mo in disbelief.

"Where did you get this gun?"

Everyone wanted to rush up and save their leader, but unfortunately, they were hesitant and dared not act for fear of harming him.

Old Mo's single submachine gun was enough to intimidate the entire audience.