Chapter 11: A Wave of Riches

In a rundown house by the sea in Yuen Long, Chen Mo watched Chen Mei and Hong Tai Prince, whose heads were the only parts showing from the sack.

The two were tightly bound, cloth stuffed in their mouths, and still unconscious.

"Wake them up!"

A henchman fetched a bucket and poured a whole bucket of water over them.

The Prince snapped his eyes open, saw Chen Mo and several henchmen before him, and immediately screamed in terror, "Don't kill me, please don't kill me, I have money, I'll give you all my money."

Beside them, Pi Yanmei woke up, saw the Prince's demeanor, let out a long sigh, then shouted at Chen Mo angrily, "Chen Mo, what are you trying to do? Do you understand the underworld rules?"

Chen Mo sneered, "Pi Yanmei, are you stupid? What era is this, you telling me about underworld rules?"

"My rules are the only rules, do you get it?"

"Speak, what will you do to let us go!"

Pi Yanmei, having seen the situation clearly, stopped invoking any underworld rules.

Now I'm the meat on the chopping board, and whatever Chen Mo says is law.

"Pi Yanmei, you've been Hong Tai Dragon Head for many years; I bet your fortune is sizable. Hand it all over!"

"You wish!" Chen Mei roared, "You think I don't know what you're after? If I give you the money, will I even have a life left?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, an old underworld veteran is still an old veteran; you said that well. Though you won't survive, at least you can suffer less before death!"

Chen Mo lit a cigarette, took two slow puffs, and exhaled onto Chen Mei's face.

"Use your fortune to buy a quick end, okay? You can't be tormented right before death, can you?"

"I know, I know where the money is, over ten million; I'll give you everything, please let me live…"

The Prince, already terrified, hurriedly disclosed the location where he hid the money.

Hearing the Prince's confession, Chen Mo showed no reaction.

Chen Mo didn't believe they only had that amount.

Others might not know, but he knew it perfectly.

Hong Tai had been smuggling through that videotape factory for years; how could his cash be only a little over ten million?

Even a guy like Ba Bi can easily pull out ten million; Pi Yanmei, that old rat, has been earning even more over the years.

He wouldn't brag about more, but surely he has over a hundred million.

"Pi Yanmei, look how savvy your son is. Still, ten million isn't enough!"

Chen Mo pressed the cigarette butt onto the Prince, scorching him, and the Prince shrieked in pain.

"Dad, tell them quickly, I don't want to die, dad!"

Pi Yanmei, seeing the Prince's spineless look, was furious.

"No, I won't give a single cent! Even if I die, I won't give you a free bargain! Use any trick you have!"

"Fine, then I'll test just how hard the bones of our Hong Tai Dragon Head are!"

Chen Mo stepped back two paces, giving space.

"A Jin, it's yours!"

Gao Jin had trained in martial arts since childhood, knew the body's acupoints and meridians well, and naturally knew how to inflict the greatest pain.

Having lived in Southeast Asia before, he also understood various methods of torment.

Chen Mo felt at ease handing this over to him.

Chen Mo moved a bit farther, listened to Chen Mei's wail, lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

Before he finished the cigarette, Gao Jin walked over.

"Mo Ge, he's ready to talk."

"Well done."

Chen Mo walked back; Pi Yanmei was drenched in cold sweat and blood, his body covered in bruises and wounds.

"You should have cooperated from the start, why endure so much suffering?"

Seeing Chen Mei's miserable state, Chen Mo shook his head.

As a person, you still have to be aware of the times.

After the torment, Pi Yanmei's mouth was no longer hard; he answered any question and obeyed any command.

After a few hours, Gao Jin approached Chen Mo with several transfer agreements and a property list.

"Mo Ge, they're all here!"

Chen Mo took the list and calculated carefully.

The system's wealth value had just surged, more than Chen Mo expected.

After reviewing the list, he finally understood what was happening.

Pi Yanmei laundered the money earned from smuggling, bought many properties; besides the detached villa on Prince Dao West where the Prince lives, he also owned several shops on Garden Street.

With the transfer agreements, a lawyer tomorrow could legally transfer these assets to Chen Mo's name.

Chen Mo calculated that the property's value was roughly equal to his recent wealth increase.

However, over twenty million of dirty money remained unwithdrawn, so the wealth value would rise again.

By calculation, Pi Yanmei earned nearly 200 million HKD as Hong Tai Dragon Head.

"The smuggler really has money, damn his whole family to die!"

"Enough, let's fill the sea with them!"

The henchmen carried Chen Mei and the Prince to the shore, tossed a few stones into the sacks, and with two "splash" sounds, there were no longer Pi Yanmei and Hong Tai Prince in the Gangdao underworld.

Watching the two sacks sink, Chen Mo and his men prepared to leave.

"Ah—"

A woman's shriek rang behind them.

Chen Mo turned around and looked back; a woman stood not far away, watching them, her face full of fear.

Several people immediately ran over and seized the woman.

Behind the woman came the sound of footsteps and a man's shout.

"You bitch, don't run, stand still for me!"

Chen Mo gave Gao Jin a look; Gao Jin immediately went past the woman, grabbing the fatty who had been chasing her from behind, still holding the knife the fatty had brought with him.

"Who are you guys?"

Although the fatty was being choked from behind by Gao Jin, he was still shouting arrogantly.

"Make him shut up!"

After Chen Mo said that, a little brother behind him, being perceptive, walked over, found a piece of torn cloth, and stuffed it straight into the fatty's mouth.

At this moment, Chen Mo also got a clear look at the woman's appearance.

"Nie Xiaoqian? No!"

"Looking at her outfit, she couldn't be Gang Sheng, could she?"

"Beautiful lady, what's your name?"

Chen Mo gave a gentle smile and asked Gang Sheng.

"I... I'm called Gang Sheng..."

"You came over from the north by smuggling?"

Gang Sheng still wore a rustic floral-print outfit, her hair braided into two pigtails; anyone could tell at a glance that she was a northern girl who had come over by smuggling.

"Yes... I came to look for my aunt; I didn't see anything just now!"

Sure enough, it's Gang Sheng; that fatty looks like Snakehead Wei.

Seeing the timid Gang Sheng, Chen Mo felt a mischievous thought arise.

"Oh, that means you saw everything! What do you think I should do?"

"What if you run to the police station to file a report? Then the police would know what we just did, right? Should I throw you into the sea together?"

"No! I didn't see anything just now, and I won't say anything!"

In Gang Sheng's eyes now, Chen Mo's smile is scarier than Snakehead Wei's.

"But I don't trust you, so how about this?" Chen Mo took the knife from Gao Jin's hand and placed it in Gang Sheng's hand, "You chop this fatty to death, then we'll be accomplices. That way I'll believe you won't talk, and then I'll let you go. How about that?"

"No, I don't dare..." Gang Sheng shook her head like a rattle drum.

Chen Mo shoved the knife into Gang Sheng's hand, stood behind her, and encircled her entirely in his arms.

He reached out, gripped Gang Sheng's knife-wielding hand, and slowly pushed her toward Snakehead Wei.

"Think about it—if we hadn't met, wouldn't you have been caught by him?"

"If he caught you, have you thought about what fate would await you?"

Chen Mo whispered continuously in Gang Sheng's ear, constantly tempting her.