Chapter 135 The Prodigal Son of the Mo Family

Mo Zhilin turned around and kicked Mo Shaoyong, "Do you understand the rules? Have you forgotten the hierarchy?"

Mo Zhilin's kick was so powerful that Mo Shaoyong staggered several steps before he could stand firm.

He endured the pain and restrained his lazy attitude, blushing and whispering, "Master."

Mo Shaochen then looked at him, his eyes calm and his emotions unclear.

However, Mo Shaoyong felt a heavy sense of oppression, and sweat broke out on his forehead. However, because he felt guilty, he dared not say a word and gritted his teeth to endure it.

Mo Shaochen raised a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth and threw the tablet computer on the coffee table to Mo Zhilin.

"You can take a look too."

Mo Zhilin caught the tablet with both hands, took a deep breath, and clicked on the information saved in it. The more he looked at it, the uglier his expression became. In the end, he actually threw the tablet in his hand directly at Mo Shaoyong.

"You bastard! Look what you've done!"

Mo Shaoyong was caught off guard and the sharp tablet hit his forehead, leaving a long bloody cut.

The tablet fell to the ground with a clang. The loud noise made Mo Yuwei, who had just stepped into the hall, stop.

She watched what was happening in the hall, let out a light breath, and walked closer at a moderate pace.

"Master, what happened?" Mo Yuwei asked, looking at the tablet that had fallen to the ground.

Mo Shaochen smiled faintly, took the thick stack of text materials from Xu Xing's hand, and threw it at the two of them.

"I have a lot of backups here, so it doesn't matter if I accidentally drop it."

Mo Yuwei picked up the scattered documents on the ground, took a look at them, and then her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Brother, is this true? Did you really send someone to rob the diamonds from H&C Jewelry? Are you crazy?"

Facing Mo Yuwei's shock, Mo Shaoyong wiped the blood from his forehead and smiled wantonly and indifferently, "So what?"

"Why?"

"Oh. Of course it's for money. What else could it be? It can't be because you're too bored and looking for excitement, right?"

Irritated by Mo Shaoyong's unrepentant attitude, Mo Yuwei stepped forward and slapped him.

Mo Shaoyong's face tilted to one side after being hit. He poked his tongue and glared at Mo Yuwei angrily, "You've become so capable now that you dare to hit your brother?"

Mo Yuwei looked very disappointed with him, "You should have told me if you needed money, but you actually went robbing. Robbery is fine, but you also killed so many people. Are you tired of living? You will go to jail for killing people!"

Mo Shaoyong laughed so hard at himself that he couldn't straighten his back.

"You give it to me? Haha, can you give me 1 billion?"

The information in Mo Yuwei's hand fell to the ground. "What did you say?"

Mo Zhilin, who was standing by, could not help but rush over and slapped his son a dozen times with both hands, until his face became swollen and deformed. Only then did he stop, gasping for breath.

Mo Yuwei came back to her senses, and hurriedly hugged her father Mo Zhilin's arm, trying to persuade him: "Don't hit me, Dad, don't hit me first, let's talk it over."

Mo Zhilin was so angry and hateful that he wanted to beat this good-for-nothing son to death on the spot.

He pointed at Mo Shaoyong and said, "How could I give birth to a prodigal son like you! You spend money without doing your job all day long. What else can you do besides hanging out in bars and playing with women? How much money have you lost in the casino in the past two years? Calculate it yourself!

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Last year, in order to pay off your gambling debts, your mother sold all the shares that the old man gave her when you got married, and raised 500 million for you to pay it back! It hasn't been long since then, and you owe another 10 billion! You are really good, the entire Mo family is not enough for you to spend!"

Mo Yuwei hurriedly pulled Mo Zhilin and said, "Dad, don't talk nonsense even if you are angry."

Mo Zhilin reacted and hurried to look at Mo Shaochen who was sitting in the main seat, and explained in a gentle manner: "Shaochen, don't bother with your fourth uncle. I was just cursing because I was extremely angry."

Mo Shaochen smiled calmly, "Uncle, no matter how excited you are, please don't speak without restraint. It's okay for me to hear it, but if the other uncles hear it, I'm afraid they will think too much."

"Yes, yes, Shaochen, you are right to remind me." Mo Zhilin agreed repeatedly.

Mo Shaochen had been forcing himself to return to the old house. He was exhausted and his patience was running out. He didn't want to watch the three of them acting anymore, so he spoke bluntly.

"Outsiders don't know, but Fourth Uncle knows...

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