Chapter 380: Jason’s Ga
Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter
Johnson brought Ye Mo to the door of Hong Martial Gang. Ye Mo looked back at Shi Kaigen and Tong Zhu and said, "You two don’t need to co; just wait for at Ming Yu Tower. I’ll be back soon."
Johnson looked at the eight cars parked outside. Only he had co back out, with a lost arm at that. He had a feeling that as soon as he brings this Chinese guy to the Grey Aliance, he wouldn’t be far from death.
But he knew that if he didn’t, he would die now. He didn’t harbor any hopes for soone to save him from this demon.
Seeing Johnson doubt, Ye Mo said coldly, "If you hesitate for another second, I will make you disappear imdiately. I don’t believe that I won’t find anyone to bring to your nest."
"N-, no, I’ll drive now," Johnson didn’t think of it as just a threat at all. He knew Ye Mo would really kill him.
Although with only one hand, Johnson drove very quickly. An hour later, the car was parked outside a private manor.
Ye Mo didn’t need to go in to notice that the HQ of Grey Alliance was much more pompous than Hong Martial Gang’s.
Even though his spirit sense had a radius of 200 ters, he could still only see but a corner of this manor.
Ye Mo retrieved his spirit sense and noticed that the door was open. A small black waiter ran over and bowed to them speaking English.
"Qian bei, Jason is waiting for you. He will lead the way," Johnson knew that Ye Mo didn’t understand, so he quickly translated.
Ye Mo considered sothing and sneered. That Zhu Hongsheng had big dreams but little wisdom. Ye Mo had launched a massacre in Hong Martial Gang, and the only survivor was in his hands. Nevertheless, the Grey Alliance imdiately knew. There was no way there was no traitor amongst the gang mbers.
Hong Martial Gang would be gone under his leadership sooner or later.
Walking in, Ye Mo realized what it ant to be grandiose. For instance, there was a huge swimming pool! In fact, there were multiple of them. There were also bamboo patches and a football field, as well as a golf course.
Arica was a magical place. A mob boss could have such wealth and even live so comfortably.
Witnessing this place, Ye Mo couldn’t help but admire Arica’s way; private property must be respected.
Jason had been in the mafia for so long, there was no way the US governnt had no evidence of his cris. Since he was still living freely, it ant he had his ways.
The three of them walked a few hundred ters further, and an oval shaped building beca visible. Ye Mo sent his spirit sense in.
The oval building resembled a gymnasium yet was much smaller. The inside was intriguingly decorated.
It looked like the bottom of a frying pan and there were only seats at twenty ters and above. There was a slanted surface for around twenty or so ters. This surface was made of smooth tal and even seed to be flickering with electricity.
Ye Mo could imagine it already; they wanted him to go in and be captured imdiately. Such an evil thod, even Great Heaven masters wouldn’t be able to escape.
Ye Mo suspected that it was completely tal and that as soon as you stood on it, they would electrocute you. Nearby, there were a few cages. Other than a lion, they also contained two leopards and a tiger.
Ye Mo was sure that this building hadn’t been built just for him. He didn’t know why Jason had such a construct, but since he had co already, he wouldn’t fear it now.
Not to ntion, he was chi gathering stage 4 now. He wouldn’t be scared of a re electric house.
Ye Mo scanned his spirit sense, and the flying sword appeared beneath his feet, carrying Ye Mo into the house while he was followed by Johnson.
As soon as they went inside, the big door leading to the outside rumbled as it fell down to the ground and shut the entrance.
The thing was, Ye Mo had already noticed that when Johnson first ca in, he was nervous and seed to be waiting for sothing.
As expected, as soon as Johnson had entered, he rushed to one corner of the construct and started slamming his foot there. Ye Mo watched on coldly. He figured there must be so sort of trap chanism that could save Johnson.
However, he stepped on it for a long ti, yet there was no reaction. Johnson had portrayed a sliver of hope on his face before, but it imdiately turned into fear as he yelled.
"John, you bring our enemies to our door and even lost your throwing arm for the flying knives. Did you really think you’d still get to live?" a cold voice sounded from the top.
Ye Mo scanned this person right away. The voice’s owner was in his 60’s, but apparently he kept his look very well as he looked less than 50. Ye Mo knew this person had to be Jason.
Jason’s Chinese was far less fluent than Johnson’s. He looked expressionlessly at Ye Mo and spole, "They say you’re very strong. I heard those twenty people couldn’t even last a few minutes in your hands, so today, I’ll dedicate my Gladiator Pan for you to have a taste."
Jason’s pronunciation was pretty inaccurate, but Ye Mo could guess what he ant. Jason clearly also knew his Chinese was bad, hence he ordered the short man beside him, "Explain it to Mr Ye."
That short man quickly inford, "This construct is ant for people we don’t like in order to fight beasts. You will be fighting beasts in the cage soon. Only by killing them can you live a little longer. We’ll be watching until you die."
"You might be very strong, but no one dares to fight . Those who have are all dead, regardless of who they were or what their status was," Jason’s tone was very confident.
Jason then looked at Ye Mo and shook his head, "You Chinese are too full of yourselves. You actually ca to my place all by yourself. That Zhu Hongsheng is the sa. He doesn’t know that it would only take a few monts for to destroy him. I even know how many won he sleeps with each night. He‘s a far cry from Peng Hanwen from all those years ago. And even Peng Hanwen I annihilated without using my full power."
Ye Mo’s face remained calmness itself. After Jason was done, he asked plainly, "Why did you destroy the Chinese gang before? Also, do you know where sister Yan is at?"
Jason laughed, "You have a lot of questions for soone who’s about to die, but I like your personality. starting a war with another gang over a woman- Peng Hanwen’s brain must be dead to think that. As for that sister Yan, I’ll tell you. I just saw her profile from afar. I never knew how she looked, and I still don’t know."
Then, Jason spoke contemptuously to Ye Mo, "Okay, the ga begins now."
As expected. Ye Mo knew his guess would be right. Jason didn’t start a war with the Chinese gang over sister Yan. It was for so other reason; perhaps he wanted to consu the Chinese gang.
Ye Mo’s spirit sense scanned the short man’s face and saw him have a strange expression. Sothing like regret and longing.
Ye Mo thought and asked again, "Before the ga starts, I have another question to ask."
Jason took out a remote controller and pointed at Ye Mo, "Seeing how you’re about to give a fascinating show, I’ll allow you to ask one more question."
"Okay, who is the guy helping you translate?" Ye Mo pointed at the short man.
Jason laughingly answered, "My advisor; he ca from the Chinese gang."
"Suo Ren, you must be that guy who betrayed the Chinese gang before, right?" Ye Mo’s tone was full of killing intent.
Suo Ren’s face changed. Although so people had guessed before that he was the person who had betrayed the Chinese gang, those people were dead now. Besides, he’d been staying inside and keeping a low profile recently. Even then this Ye guy could guess his identity?
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