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

Chapter 547: Negotiations Failed, Fighting

"Very good, Your Highness Prince of Hong Kong is very straightforward. Since you've already said so, I won't hold back anymore."

"Your Highness, to be honest, the business of printing money has always been run by our vampire clan. Your Highness, it's not appropriate for you to suddenly interfere, is it?"

Old Mo smiled and said, "Business is business, I don't see anything wrong with that. There aren't many of you vampires, why are you hoarding so much money?"

So I think now is the best time for you to let go. Mr. Duras, don't you agree?

Duras was displeased upon hearing this.

"Your Highness, I don't like hearing that. We vampires need to cultivate, and cultivation requires resources, which is very expensive."

On the contrary, Your Highness, with so many properties, earning a hundred million a day wouldn't be a problem, right? That's more than enough for you, so why do you insist on competing with us?

Old Mo said speechlessly, "Mr. Duras is right, I do have a lot of money."

Even without this business, I can still make 100 million a day. So, this project is practically dispensable to me.

"Then why do you want to learn from our home-field advantage? Is it worth making so much money?"

Duras cried out loudly, looking very aggrieved.

They hide in the gutter every night and live like rats; you could say they don't fight or compete anymore.

Unexpectedly, this Hong Kong prince still had his eye on them.

"Damn it. Fuck."

Duras slammed her hand on the table and stood up, placing her hands on the table and staring intently at Old Mo.

Old Mo ignored him, produced a cigar, and put it in his mouth.

Princess Anne immediately took out a lighter and lit his cigarette.

"call……"

"This cigar smells wonderful. Mr. Duras, would you like one?"

Duras's face darkened, and she didn't respond to Old Mo's teasing at all.

Yes, he was getting angry. That old man, Mo, was too arrogant.

Even though they, the vampires, are so powerful and have lifespans of over a thousand years, they aren't arrogant. So what gives this prince the right to be so arrogant?

"bump……"

Duras slammed her hand on the table.

"Your Highness, don't push your luck. The Morgan family controls this business; we're not to be trifled with. Are you sure you want to take us on with your aggressive attitude?"

Old Mo smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Duras, but I am very interested in your vampire clan. Even if it weren't for this benefit, I would still like to have some contact with you."

I'm simply curious, just how powerful can your race, which can live for thousands of years, be?

"Fuck, you deserve to die. Knowing we can live for thousands of years, you still dare to be so arrogant. Don't you want to die? Our strength is beyond your imagination. I've heard of your power as the Prince of Hong Kong. You're very powerful."

But you have so many wives, and so many sons and daughters. What right do you have to challenge us?

A threat, a blatant threat.

Old Mo laughed: "Mr. Duras, if I'm not mistaken, you shouldn't have gone far, right?"

How far can a race that cannot come out during the day go?

For example, their idea of ​​going to Hong Kong is simply unrealistic. If they act at night, they won't be able to find a place to hide when it gets light, and they will be wiped out.

Sorry, there are no night flights yet. So it's simply unrealistic for them to make a large-scale trip to Hong Kong to target Old Mo's family.

Therefore, Old Mo wasn't afraid of them at all.

Duras's face was grim, making her look even more terrifying.

"Your Highness, it seems you are not yet aware of the strength of our vampire clan. Yes, we cannot go to Hong Kong."

But now that two of you have come, even if you manage to escape, do you think your wife can escape?

It's another blatant threat.

Old Mo laughed even more heartily.

"Mr. Duras, if I can't win, I can call the Vatican and have them come and fight you. Don't you think they'd be interested if they knew where you were hiding?"

The two threatened each other, and it was a battle of wits to see who could threaten the other.

"Fuck, you've already chosen your own path to death. Don't try to intimidate us with the Vatican. If the Vatican had the power to destroy us, we would have ceased to exist long ago. So, you'd better take back what you just said."

Old Mo sneered, "I just won't take it back, what can you do about it?"

"Ahhh..."

"You really make me angry. Today, I'll show you how powerful we vampires are."

Duras was so angry that she yelled and slammed her hand on the table.

With a loud crash, he smashed a hole in the table.

"I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, to talk to you. But all I got in return was your indifference. Very well, I'm not pretending anymore. Today, one of you must stay."

Duras was furious. She jumped up and punched Old Meryl Streep.

His movements were swift and ruthless, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Then, the next moment, he was stunned because he had missed his target with his punch.

The two people opposite them had both disappeared.

“Eh…”

Where are they?

He and the four ordinary vampires he brought were all completely bewildered.

However, the next moment, they realized what had happened. At the same time, they were even more shocked.

Because suddenly five people appeared in the room: one man and four women.

Most importantly, all five of them were carrying submachine guns. They opened fire on the five of them without hesitation.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..."

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat..."

Five submachine guns fired wildly at the five vampires.

Yes, Old Mo went back and brought all his wives with him.

Although his wives were women, after drinking the spiritual spring water for so many years, their fighting power was no less than that of Old Mo.

The five vampires were completely stunned. They wanted to attack, but they couldn't.

The bullets whizzed past them, forcing them to retreat.

Two people had their hands broken, and one person had their foot broken.

However, they were still lively and eager to rush up and fight these five uncivilized guys.

"You bastard, you're really hard to kill?"

"The wives used grenades, then went back."

At Old Mo's command, he immediately pulled out a grenade. His wives also pulled out grenades, threw them into the room, and then disappeared.

"Fuck..."

"It's a grenade, run!"

Duras yelled and crashed through the door with a loud bang, rushing out.

However, the four guys following him weren't so lucky. Before they even got outside, the grenades inside the room exploded with a series of loud bangs.

"Fuck..."

Duras ran outside, escaped the explosion, and immediately ran back inside.

When he ran back to the room, he found that all the furniture was gone.

The four men he brought were also lying on the ground with broken arms and legs. They were still wriggling there, not dead.

"Fuck..."

"How can they be so terrifying?"

A vampire lying on the ground, his legs blown off, screamed madly.