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

Chapter 549: The Vampire Clan's Supreme Warrior Has Arrived

Old Mo smashed the heads of the four zombies one by one. Without exception, they all lay still.

Old Mo laughed and turned to look at Duras's head.

"Mr. Duras, do you still believe that your vampire clan can defeat me?"

Duras shouted loudly.

"Old Mo, don't think you're invincible just because you can beat me. I was careless today and didn't bring the elders with me. You're nothing in front of our elders."

"Oh?"

Old Mo immediately became interested.

"Then tell me, can your so-called elders withstand my Gatling gun?"

"hehe……"

Duras sneered, "You'll see when you meet them. If you think you can defeat us with these firearms, you're too naive. So I advise you to back down!"

"That's amazing! Okay, which one is your elder's phone number? I'll help you call him and tell him to come and rescue you, okay?"

Old Mo stepped on Duras's head and said with a sneer.

The pressure was immense, with Old Mo stepping on the head that had lost its body.

"Alright, you said it yourself. Fine, I'll tell you which number is the elder's. Call him."

Duras said loudly, in fact, he was trying to stall for time.

He had already made a phone call. Belbe on the other end knew about the situation and couldn't possibly notify the elders to come over.

Following his instructions, Lao Mo made a phone call to their elder.

Soon, an even older zombie appeared on the screen in front of Old Mo.

Old Mo was speechless. Were these zombies more advanced the older they were?

"Elder Wright, help!"

As soon as Duras saw the old zombie, she immediately shouted loudly.

Old Mo grabbed Duras's head and made her take a picture with her phone's camera.

Elder Wright, standing opposite, immediately turned pale upon seeing this.

"Duras, what happened to you? Who did this? Who beat you up like this?"

Elder Lai shouted angrily.

"It's me. Elder Wright, I'm at the Wellmans Grand Hotel right now. I'll wait for you for half an hour. Whether or not we can save Duras's life depends on your speed."

After Lao Mo finished speaking, he hung up the phone immediately.

Then, carrying Duras's head, he left the room.

It's so unsettling to have a talking head.

Old Mo truly never imagined that he would have such an experience one day.

The people at the Wellmans Grand Hotel knew what had happened, but not a single one dared to come and check.

This level of combat is beyond what their hotel dares to participate in.

Old Mo had no choice but to call the hotel front desk. He booked a private room across the street, sat down to eat, and waited.

He also instructed the hotel staff not to come to this floor, no matter what happened.

The dishes were served quickly, but Lao Mo had no appetite at all.

There's no way around it. After seeing all that black, white, and green stuff, who would have an appetite?

However, the zombies didn't keep him waiting long.

Just over ten minutes later, an old zombie led a large group of smaller zombies to the battlefield in a flurry of activity.

They were unaware that Lao Mo had changed private rooms.

When they rushed into the room and saw the terrible state of the place, they were shocked.

They were all dumbfounded.

The room was in a terrible state.

Not only were their limbs broken, but their heads were also smashed flat, killing them instantly.

"Fuck..."

Elder Wright roared loudly.

"Prince of Hong Kong, where are you? Get out here..."

The roar made the entire floor tremble, like a minor earthquake.

Old Mo did not go out, but instead used his divine sense to observe their situation.

"Fuck, find him! You have to find that bastard!"

Elder Wright roared again.

"it is good."

Upon hearing this, the little zombies immediately led their people to begin the search.

They knocked on the doors of nearby rooms, including the one in Old Mo's private room.

Old Mo, carrying a large machete, walked to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, three little zombies were banging on it.

Without hesitation, Lao Mo drew his knife and began to slash.

"Whoosh..."

A flash of white light streaked past, and the little zombie at the very front had no time to dodge. Its head was chopped off.

"what……"

The two little zombies following behind him quickly retreated.

Old Mo chased after them with his knife, taking them down one by one. He chopped off the head of one small zombie, while another blocked with his hand, losing an arm but saving his head.

It turns out that the combat power of these normal zombies is nothing special.

Now, Lao Mo understood.

"Elder, Elder, the Prince of Hong Kong is here, the Prince of Hong Kong is here..."

The zombie that had kept its head screamed loudly.

Elder Wright immediately emerged from the house. A group of little zombies scurried after him.

They're called little zombies, but they're not actually small; they're just normal zombies.

Elder Leette's gaze fell on Old Mo. He slowly walked over with the little zombies.

I stopped a few meters in front of Old Mo.

Elder Lai frowned and asked, "Are you the Prince of Hong Kong?"

Old Mo nodded: "You're Elder Wright?"

That's all nonsense; we already saw that on the phone.

Elder Wright stared intently at Old Mo.

"Easterners, who gave you the audacity to kill our vampires like this?"

Instead of answering, Old Mo asked, "Elder Wright, are you the strongest fighter in your vampire clan?"

Elder Wright nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "I suppose so! In our vampire clan, I am the most senior, but I am not the strongest in terms of combat power."

If you can't even beat me, then you should abandon your plan!

Old Mo chuckled and said, "Alright. Today I won't use guns; I'll fight you with melee weapons and see just how powerful your vampire clan's top fighter really is."

"Very well. If you can't even beat me, I hope you go back to your Eastern world. The Western world is not something you can get involved in."

Elder Wright took a knife handed to him by his subordinate and assumed a dueling stance.

Old Mo laughed and said, "It's too cramped here, let's go fight on the street!"

Elder Wright sneered, "Fine, Lincoln Square is only 2 kilometers from here. Let's fight there. Let's see who gets there first."

"OK."

Old Mo vanished in a flash.

Elder Wright's expression changed, and he immediately ran outside the building.

He went outside the window and jumped out.

With one leap, this guy landed on the roof of a building across the street.

Then came a series of leaps, traversing rooftops one after another at a speed comparable to an airplane.

Elder Wright was already using his fastest speed; he refused to believe that some so-called Prince of Hong Kong could be faster than him.