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

Chapter 174: Mr. Bobby, I've brought you money.

"Yes."

Su Chunbo agreed and immediately ran back to make the call.

Old Mo was furious.

If they hadn't killed them here, their daughter might have seen it. These foreigners are dead now.

It really is difficult to think about! If it weren't for Lao Mo's cheat code, he wouldn't have been able to get here either.

After finishing his call, Su Chunbo walked over and said, "Boss, Lei Luo has compiled the list, but I'll have to trouble you to go and pick it up yourself."

Old Mo nodded and said, "Take good care of my daughter at home. I'm going out for a bit."

After giving instructions to Su Chunbo, Lao Mo drove his Mercedes to find Lei Luo.

He walked into Lei Luo's office, and Lei Luo immediately stood up when he saw him.

"Hey Mo, why do you look so pale? Did you see someone find some money and not share it with you?"

Old Mo plopped down on the sofa.

"It's not that others have money and won't share with me; it's that they want a share of my money! Where's the list? Hand it over."

Lei Luo laughed and quickly picked up the phone: "Piggy, bring those lists over here."

Soon, Piggy arrived with his men. There were more than a dozen people, each carrying a thick stack of documents.

How thick exactly is it?

It's like holding it with both hands, and it's up to your chin.

Stacks of documents were placed on Lei Luo's desk. Soon, Lei Luo's desk was completely filled.

Old Mo was stunned by what he saw: "No, Brother Le, what do you mean by this?"

Lei Luo said, "This is the list you wanted! There are more than 1,100 people at the level of inspector or above, and about 400 people at the level of superintendent or above."

There were about 1,500 people in total. These were all involved in dividing the ill-gotten gains. Robert was among them; he got the largest share.

The rest are those who don't participate in their network and don't accept bribes. For example, Yan Zheng isn't on these lists.

Old Mo was stunned when he saw this pile of documents.

"No, you want me to kill 1,500 people?"

Lei Luo gave a wry smile and said, "Brother Mo, don't wrong me. I never said that. This is what you wanted."

Old Mo was speechless.

"Are there really that many people involved?"

Lei Luo nodded helplessly: "Hong Kong has 30,000 snakes, and 1,500 of them isn't a high proportion, is it?"

Old Mo said speechlessly, "Then how long am I supposed to keep scrolling?"

Lei Luo joked, "That depends on your skills. If you're skilled enough, you can kill them all in one night."

Old Mo thought for a moment and said, "That Bobby must die. Leave the others for now! If anyone dares to come asking you for money, call me and I'll go kill them."

Lei Luo immediately stood at attention and said, "Yes, sir."

Old Mo looked at him and smiled helplessly.

In the evening, Bobby returned to his villa.

As soon as he opened the iron gate of the wall, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Yes, the entire villa was filled with paper money, scattered all over the floor.

"Locke, something's not right."

Bobby and his driver/bodyguard Locke immediately got out of the car, drew their guns, and cautiously made their way toward the villa's gate.

After a close call, they finally reached the villa's gate.

"Locke, go."

"Bobby commanded."

"Yes, sir."

Locke walked up and slowly pushed the door open. Then, his eyes widened even more.

The scene inside truly shocked him.

Paper money was scattered everywhere in the villa's lobby.

Most importantly, there were several corpses lying on the ground. They were Bobby's security guards and servants.

The most terrifying thing was that Bobby's wife, two sons, and daughter were all handcuffed and tied back to back.

The four guys were sitting back-to-back on the coffee table, their mouths gagged, blocking their view of the sofa.

It was obvious that someone was sitting on the sofa.

Old Mo tilted his body to the side, revealing his head.

"Mr. Bobby, come in, I've brought you some money."

Upon hearing that sound, Bobby's head exploded.

"Old Mo, you bastard."

Bobby poked his head out from behind the door.

Old Mo laughed and said, "Mr. Bobby, your hesitation killed your wife."

As he spoke, Old Mo reached out, aimed his silenced pistol at Bobby's wife's head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There was a soft "poof" sound.

Bobby's wife had a hole in her head, and when her head tilted to the side, she fell silent.

"Lily..."

Bobby yelled, his eyes turning red.

However, Bobby remained lucid and immediately said to Locke beside him, "It's Old Mo, quick, go call the police. I'll go in and stall him, hurry."

"Yes, sir."

Locke agreed and ran off.

As a result, just as I ran outside and was about to get into the car, I heard Lao Mo's voice in my ear.

"Mr. Locke, where are you going?"

Locke looked back and saw that his head was being pressed against the silencer.

He was about to speak when he heard a "poof" sound.

Locke tilted his head to the side and fell asleep immediately.

Meanwhile, Bobby poked his head out and said, "Mr. Murdoch, please don't get agitated. Calm down. I'm coming in, I'm coming in."

Bobby raised her hands and slowly walked in.

When he went inside and looked at the sofa, the person was gone.

"Fak, where is he?"

He didn't care about anything else and rushed over to try to untie his son and daughter.

Just then, there was a "poof" sound.

Just as he was about to untie the rope, one of his sons had a hole in his head, tilted his head to the side, and died.

"Mike, Mike, what's wrong?"

Bobby turned to look at the doorway and saw Old Mo slowly walking in with a gun in his hand.

Bobby broke out in a cold sweat, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

How did this person get behind him?

"Mr. Bobby, I've brought you money, billions in bills, enough for the entire villa. Are you satisfied?"

Upon seeing this, Bobby immediately reached out to draw his gun.

When he tried to pull the trigger, he missed; his gun was gone.

"Where's my gun? Where's my gun?"

Bobby cried out anxiously.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

Old Mo extended his left hand, and the gun in his hand was none other than Bobby's sidearm.

"Huh? My gun, how did it end up with you?"

Old Mo sneered, "Mr. Bobby, you haven't answered my question yet! Didn't you send me to deliver the money? Now that the money's here, are you satisfied?"

Bobby's eyes were red: "Old Mo, you bastard, how dare you? Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Old Mo raised his hand and fired a shot. With a soft thud, a bullet struck Bobby in the thigh.

"Aaaaaaah..."

Bobby clutched her thigh, collapsed to the ground, and screamed in pain.

Old Mo walked up and stepped on his head.

"Mr. Bobby, do you still want the money?"