Hong Kong variety show: The tycoon who emerged from Portland Street

"Hey, have you even considered Hung Hing? Chen Mo is a member of Hung Hing. Aren't you afraid they'll attack?"

Piao Ge's words were like a bucket of cold water, poured directly onto the heads of Boss Pan and Huazhi.

Yes, Chen Mo is a member of Hung Hing. What if Hung Hing attacks? How will we defend ourselves?

"Damn it!" Huazhi couldn't help but curse.

Big Boss Pan was stunned and sat there speechless.

The two men were blinded by momentary greed and almost forgot about something so important.

"If you ask me, you should just guard your own territory and not give Chen Mo a chance to make a move against you."

"If he really starts trouble, then we'll have a legitimate reason to take action. Even if we kill Chen Mo, Hung Hing won't be able to say anything."

"Sigh, this is the only way!" Boss Pan said helplessly.

After planning for so long, they forgot that the other party had a large association background.

Piao Ge secretly rejoiced; the Hung Hing brand was indeed effective, directly subduing both Boss Pan and Hua Zhi.

Now he doesn't have to fight anymore, and he can peacefully wait for retirement.

But he didn't know that retiring peacefully was not so easy.

Chen Mo had long had his eye on his territory.

Chen Mo waited in his office until the afternoon before finally receiving a call from Little Stutterer.

"Hey...is it...is it you...who...found that idiot...who wants...his...car back...?"

"It was me. You're the one who stole my car?"

Listening to the stuttering voice on the phone, Chen Mo suspected that Da Sha hadn't told her his identity.

"It's me... I... I'm telling you... without 30,000... 30,000 yuan, don't even think about driving... this car back!"

"I know the rules of the game. It's only 30,000 yuan. I agree to this price."

"Okay...seeing how readily you agree...I...I'll drive...you...drive...over there."

"Okay, come to the Ladies' Street Sands Nightclub!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Mo called for a plane.

"Airplane, a young punk girl will be driving my car back later. Bring her up with you then."

"Okay, Brother Mo."

After saying that, he went downstairs to wait for the plane.

Perhaps it was because Chen Mo's attitude was too gentle when he was on the phone, or perhaps it was because Chen Mo's car didn't seem like the style of someone from the underworld.

Without notifying anyone else, Little Stutterer drove alone to the entrance of the Sands Nightclub.

As a result, they were caught by the plane as soon as they got off the car.

"Brother Mo, the person has been brought up."

The plane twisted the stutterer's arm and pushed him into the room.

The stutterer was wearing a red cropped jacket and super short shorts that barely covered her thighs, and her hair was fluffy.

She was wearing heavy makeup, a typical delinquent girl's outfit.

Chen Mo looked the little stutterer up and down, feeling that he was lacking something.

"You... what do you want to do? Let me tell you... I'm with Brother Fei Hong... he has... hundreds of men under him, believe it or not... he'll kill you... let me go."

Little Stutterer's struggles were completely futile.

Chen Mo waved to signal the plane to let go: "Alright, plane, you can go now."

Upon hearing the silence, the plane released the stutterer, left the office, and closed the door behind it.

"Let me tell you, I'm from the Chang Le Gang... do you believe I'll have someone kill you?!"

The stutterer straightened his clothes and said arrogantly.

She thought Chen Mo was a businessman.

After all, how many people from clubs actually wear suits and work in offices?

"Oh? The Cheung Lok triad is really powerful? Even more powerful than Hung Hing?"

Chen Mo looked at the little stutterer with a smile.

"Hung...Hung Hing? You're from Hung Hing? I've returned the car, I don't want the money back, can you just let me go?"

Upon hearing that Chen Mo was not the businessman she had assumed, but rather a member of the Hung Hing triad, the little stutterer instantly lost her arrogance.

Chen Mo shook his head.

"That's the rule of the trade, the tea fee is what it should be, and I certainly won't shortchange you."

As he spoke, Chen Mo took out three small bundles of gold bulls, placed them on the table, raised an eyebrow, and gestured for the little stutterer to put them away.

The little stutterer carefully looked at Chen Mo, slowly walked to the table, and put the money on the table into her pocket.

"Now let's talk about what to do about you stealing my car!"

"What do you mean?" the stutterer asked in alarm.

"You have to pay a tea fee to find your lost car. I'm following the rules."

But you stole a car on my turf, that's overstepping your bounds! What are you going to do about breaking the rules?

Chen Mo looked at the little stutterer with a mischievous grin.

"I...I...I..." The little stutterer was too nervous to speak.

"According to the rules of the underworld, if you take advantage of my territory, you need to pay double the compensation."

My car costs 18, so double that would be 36. Whose money will you pay for it, your boss's or your wife's?

"This...this...so much? I...I don't have that much..." the little stutterer said in a panic.

"Then I'll just have to cut off my hand!"

With a cold face, Chen Mo took out a dagger from the drawer, walked up to the stutterer, and slapped the blade against the stutterer's face.

"No...no...it's not that serious, is it? Can you please not...chop it up?"

The little stutterer was so frightened that she trembled all over and was on the verge of crying.

"Otherwise, what do you suggest we do?"

"You have no money, and you don't want to chop off your hand, so how are you going to compensate me?"

Chen Mo pressed the tip of the knife against the little stutterer's shoulder and then slowly slid it down her clothes.

As the knife tip slid to the stutterer's chest, Chen Mo used his wrist to forcefully unbutton the stutterer's shirt.

The jacket flared out to the sides, revealing a black strapless bra underneath.

Chen Mo's lips curled up; that was enough.

The stuttering girl immediately understood what Chen Mo wanted. She took off her jacket, grabbed Chen Mo's arm, and pleaded, "B-B-Big Brother, I...I...I'll do it with you this once, please...please...please let me go!"

Seeing that the little stutterer was so cooperative, Chen Mo grabbed the little stutterer's hair and pressed it down.

Then, omitting ten thousand words...

Two hours later, Chen Mo opened the window to air out the room.

The stutterer was still slumped on the sofa.

His body twitched every now and then, still savoring the feeling from just now.

Chen Mo showed no mercy whatsoever, posing women in all sorts of difficult positions.

The stuttering girl was indeed a bit of a delinquent; she cooperated very well.

When it's not his own car, Chen Mo always floores the accelerator.

As for whether Chan Ho-nam will have another chance to open one in the future, who cares? I'm not familiar with him.

After half an hour of rest, the stutterer limped away.

After the plane landed, it kept looking at Chen Mo with a strange expression.

"Airplane, what kind of look is that? Just say what you mean!"

"Um... Brother Mo, could you tell me what medicine you're using? I'd like to buy some and try it too."

"Get lost, I never take medicine!"

Chen Mo started cursing.

How dare you doubt my strength? You want to rebel!

After thinking it over, Chen Mo realized there was nothing else to do, so he went home early today.

Hong Kong student is curled up on the sofa in the living room watching a movie.

"What are you looking at, laughing so happily?"

Chen Mo walked over, plopped down next to Gang Sheng, and put his arm around him.

Just as Hong Kong student was about to break free, an unfamiliar smell entered his nostrils.

Gang Sheng nestled in Chen Mo's arms and took a deep sniff.

"Are you seeing other women outside?"