allendalepharm Chapter 523: If you don't die after jumping, you can live.
Chapter 523: If you don't die after jumping, you can live.
"You son of a bitch, King of Hong Kong, have I been too kind to you? Everyone, get in here!"
Wada Masaji roared in anger.
Six Japanese ronin suddenly burst in from outside.
They stood behind Wada Masaji, dressed in matching ronin outfits, exuding an imposing aura.
Old Mo remained calmly seated, unmoved.
Wada Shoji's eyes flashed with a terrifying light.
"King of Hong Kong, I'm giving you a chance now. Sign this contract and kneel down to apologize. Otherwise, you won't be leaving this room today."
After finishing speaking, Wada Masaji threw a contract on the table.
Old Mo reached out and picked up the contract, flipping through it.
The meaning above is very clear: it's a peace treaty. As long as Lao Mo signs it, everyone will live in peace. There are no other unreasonable clauses.
It's obvious that Masaji Wada had prepared many contracts. And this one was the most advantageous to them.
Old Mo smiled and tossed the contract onto the table.
"What if I don't sign?"
Shoji Wada smiled.
"If you don't sign, then I'm sorry. I'll have to have them arrest you and force you to sign. Then I'll make you kneel down and kowtow to me to admit your mistake."
Old Mo laughed and said, "If I kneel before you, can you accept it?"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Shoji Wada laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.
"I don't care! As long as you dare to kneel, I dare to accept it."
That's incredibly arrogant; typical of the Japanese.
Old Mo said, "Fine, then I'll make it clear to you that I won't sign this contract."
"Fine, Prince of Hong Kong, you've got guts. Then we have nothing more to discuss. Come on, arrest him!"
As soon as Wada Masaji finished speaking, two ronin rushed up.
Without saying a word, Lao Mo pulled out a submachine gun and started shooting at the two of them.
The two ronin were caught off guard and instantly fell to the ground, riddled with bullets.
Gaa...
Wada Masaji was stunned, as were the remaining eight ronin.
What's going on here? Where did he get that submachine gun?
If it were a handgun, they wouldn't be so afraid with so many of them. But a single gun is simply no match for them.
But since they were armed with submachine guns, they had no choice.
Even the most skilled martial artist is no match for a charging gun!
Old Mo toyed with the submachine gun in his hand.
"So? Now, do you still want me to kneel down?"
Wada Shoji's legs were trembling. He couldn't help it; he wasn't a martial arts expert. Those eight ronin might be able to escape, but he couldn't!
"Where did you get your submachine gun?"
Shoji Wada's voice trembled as he spoke.
Old Mo sneered, "Didn't you investigate me before you came to negotiate with me? Didn't anyone tell you that I have special abilities?"
At this moment, Wada Masaji suddenly remembered. His father had said that this Prince of Hong Kong possessed special abilities, and that even the Americans were afraid of him.
Wada Masaji gritted his teeth. Now that he had started, there was no turning back.
"Come on, grab him!"
After saying that, he took two steps back, revealing the eight Japanese ronin.
Eight Japanese ronin had already drawn their samurai swords and rushed towards Old Mo.
Their movements were incredibly cunning; some leaped onto walls, others onto tables, attacking Lao Mo from all directions.
Old Mo wasn't afraid of them wielding submachine guns; he fired left and right, taking down four of them in no time.
However, these ronin were still very fast. After taking down four of them, one of the ronin was already close in.
The ronin grinned maliciously and slashed down at Old Mo with his sword.
The blade flashed like lightning, slashing down in a flash, but it missed its target.
Because the person disappeared.
Huh? Where is everyone?
This left everyone scratching their heads, but then Old Mo appeared to their side and started firing at them.
Two more ronin were shot and fell to the ground.
Two ronin remained, standing guard on either side of Wada Masaji.
Standing here, they could see very clearly that Old Mo could teleport. And he could teleport without leaving a trace.
The three guys were all stunned.
What's the point of fighting?!
They're armed with a submachine gun and can teleport. Even if ten of them came, or even a hundred, it wouldn't make a difference!
Wada Masaji took the lead and raised his hand. There was no other way; if they didn't raise their hands, Old Mo would fire a burst of bullets, and all three of them would fall.
They've been calling for so long, but no one has come. Old Mo had told the hotel before he arrived that no matter what happened, they shouldn't bother him.
No one dared disobey the Prince of Hong Kong.
Old Mo sneered, "What, you're not fighting anymore?"
Wada Masaji shook his head frantically, indicating that he would not fight anymore.
Old Mo laughed and said, "If you're not going to fight anymore, then you'll have to listen to me."
Wada Seiji immediately knelt down on both knees and said, "Your Highness, I was wrong. I was really wrong. You can take the lives of everyone in the Black Dragon Society, I'll agree to anything, just don't let me die. What do you say?"
Old Mo looked at him and sneered, "You don't want to die?"
Shoji Wada nodded repeatedly.
"I don't want to die. I am the young master of the Black Dragon Society. From now on, the entire Black Dragon Society will belong to me. I have always lived a life of luxury. How could I possibly want to die!"
"As long as you're willing to let me go, whatever you want, as long as I have it, I'm willing to give it to you."
Old Mo nodded and said, "Letting you go isn't out of the question. How about this? This is the thirteenth floor. The three of you jump from here. If you survive, you can go home. What do you say?"
"what?"
Wada Masaji's face turned green.
Is it possible to survive jumping from the thirteenth floor? Unless there's an air cushion below.
"Your Highness, Your Highness! I beg you, please let me go! I truly know I was wrong! If you let me go, I promise I'll never dare to mess with your company again. I'll go back to Japan, and I'll never come to Hong Kong again. Is that alright?"
Old Mo shook his head: "No way. Get out of here now and jump off the building. Anyone who doesn't move, I'll give them a bullet. Let's go..."
The three guys were dumbfounded. They were trembling and hesitant, but in the end, they still came to the corridor outside.
"Here it comes, it begins. You two ronin, weren't you so arrogant just now? Flying across rooftops and scaling walls, huh? Jump off here and see if you can survive. Jump..."
Old Mo commanded.
However, the three guys still refused to jump.
Old Mo got impatient and started tapping away.
A Japanese ronin, riddled with bullets, collapsed to the ground with a thud.
"what……"
Masaji Wada and the remaining Japanese ronin were terrified.
The last Japanese ronin gritted his teeth and ultimately chose to jump.
The guy climbed over the fence and jumped down.
Someone below gasped in surprise, and then there was a soft "poof." The Japanese ronin had turned into a lump of mud.
Old Mo pointed a gun at Wada Masaji.
"Alright, now it's just you left, jump!"