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

Chapter 313: Ghosts in the Night

Inside the lobby of the manor villa.

Barton looked at his men with a gloomy expression, his menacing aura inspiring fear.

He sat there silently. Those who came by, seeing him like this, wisely stood aside, not daring to speak.

Finally, everyone arrived, and Patton finally spoke.

"Everyone, I believe you've already guessed why I called you here. You're all aware of what happened tonight."

Yes, I, Patton, have never suffered such a great loss since I was old enough to understand things.

My wife, children, son, daughter, sister, brother-in-law, sister's child, my whole family of dozens of people, were all killed.

This is no longer a matter of saving face; it's a blood feud that wiped out our entire clan. Tell me, shouldn't we avenge this?

Barton's expression was calm, but he spoke through gritted teeth.

"It has to be reported. Boss, you tell me, how do we report it?"

"Yeah, boss, if we don't get revenge, we'll be too ashamed to show our faces in Las Vegas. Tell us, what do we do?"

"That's right, boss. As long as you give the word, we'll go to war with Caesar immediately. We won't rest until he's dead."

His men started yelling and screaming.

Barton gestured for everyone to quiet down.

"No, this isn't about whether or not to go to war. This is about revenge. I want an eye for an eye. I think their plan last night was pretty good; they did the first thing, I'll do the fifteenth."

Tonight, we'll surround the Caesars Hotel. Then, we'll blow it up.

Damn it, I'll give them a taste of their own medicine. I'll make that yellow-skinned pig surnamed Chen, and Caesar, kneel before me and repent. I'll chop them into mincemeat and feed them to the dogs.

Barton said through gritted teeth.

"Yes, boss, don't worry, we'll definitely chop them into mincemeat and feed them to the dogs."

"Boss, give the order! I'm itching to kill those two bastards right now."

His men roared once again.

Despite their loud pronouncements, they are merely putting on a show of loyalty.

If Patton doesn't come up with the money, nothing I say will make a difference.

Just then, a person appeared in the second-floor corridor.

This man was none other than Lao Mo.

Old Mo held a Gatling gun, aimed at the dozens of guys below, and started firing.

Gunshots rang out immediately.

Before the guys in the lobby on the first floor could even react to what was happening, several of them were instantly knocked down by Lao Mo.

The rest of them realized what was happening and quickly sought shelter.

However, it was too late.

A Gatling gun isn't something you can hide from no matter where you are.

Someone was hiding behind a sofa when a machine gun shot through it, knocking down the person behind it as well.

Nothing in the hall, whether wooden or otherwise, could withstand the Gatling gun's barrage.

Soon, Old Mo had reduced the dozens of guys to just a few. Barton hid behind a pillar and luckily became a survivor.

Soon, the people outside heard gunshots and rushed in with guns in hand.

"Haha, good that you're here. Then it's perfect to send you on your way."

Old Mo, holding a Gatling gun, opened fire on the guy who rushed in.

Good heavens, it's like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves; there aren't enough to go around killing them all.

Old Mo was firing wildly with the Gatling gun, it was so exhilarating!

The hall instantly transformed into a living hell, with corpses of all sizes lying haphazardly on the ground.

Patton was quite astute; seizing the opportunity, he peeked out from behind the pillar and was immediately dumbfounded.

"That bastard surnamed Chen, that beast surnamed Chen. You son of a bitch, that Chen, I'll kill you."

"Beat him! Kill him!"

Barton hid behind a pillar and started yelling wildly.

Yes, the entire small villa houses two hundred people, all of whom are his men.

Old Mo is doomed if he shows up here.

Soon, people ran down from upstairs in the villa, and everyone outside rushed towards the villa.

Upon seeing this, Lao Mo immediately put away his gun and disappeared in a flash.

The sound of the Gatling gun went silent instantly.

"Huh, where did everyone go?"

Outside, people kept coming in.

The villa was also full of people.

Unfortunately, it all seemed like an illusion. Old Mo simply vanished into thin air.

"That's strange, where did they go?"

"Find him for me, even if you have to dig three feet into the ground, find him for me."

Barton screamed wildly.

Patton's men swarmed around the villa like ants, frantically searching for it.

But there was no one there, absolutely no one.

If it weren't for the dismembered limbs and corpses scattered all over the ground, they would have really wondered if they were hallucinating.

Just then, Old Mo poked his head out from a corner outside the villa.

At the same time, he also had a rocket launcher slung over his shoulder. With a cold smile, he pulled the trigger towards the villa.

"boom……"

The rocket, trailing a long tail, crashed into the villa with a loud bang.

"boom……"

Countless people were blown into the air. Countless people became corpses in the explosion.

Flames shot into the sky.

Old Mo smiled slightly and then disappeared.

"Fuck, what's going on?"

"Who fired the rocket?"

Someone screamed in terror.

Someone ran towards where Old Mo was hiding. However, they found nothing.

In another corner, Old Mo poked his head out again, carrying a rocket launcher on his shoulder as well.

There's a type of villa in every place, and then another blast.

"boom……"

Another earth-shattering explosion.

Patton watched helplessly as a rocket shot in through the front door, flew right past him, and crashed into the lobby on the first floor, exploding with a loud bang.

Patton hid behind a pillar and narrowly escaped the explosion.

However, his head was buzzing. It felt so childish.

He peeked out and saw the mess in the hall, with corpses everywhere.

He was about to explode.

"Find him! Find him for me! Find him for me!"

Barton screamed hysterically.

Just then, a loud explosion was heard outside.

This wasn't a rocket explosion, it was a hand grenade.

An explosion killed or injured countless people.

Old Mo was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without warning. He'd drop a bomb here, then another there, making the foreigners scream and wail in terror.

Most importantly, these foreigners don't know who to turn to for retaliation.

Explosions continued to echo in the darkness. It seemed like they were targeting areas with large populations.

The area around the villa was filled with the sounds of explosions.

Patton's men searched everywhere like headless flies.

But it was no use, it was completely useless.

Old Mo was like a ghost in the night, relentlessly reaping their lives.