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

Chapter 322: The Free Purchase Begins

Thinking this through, Old Mo nodded: "Alright, General Roswitzer, I agree."

Old Mo stopped arguing and didn't ask how long he wanted to stay; he simply agreed.

He wanted Roswait to regret it. He wanted him to kick him out. Then, Old Murdoch wouldn't be leaving!

And so, Old Mo moved back to the Caesars Hotel.

Meanwhile, Rosvet and Director Pete began an immediate investigation into where the five billion had gone.

They summoned the bank staff and subjected them to interrogation-like questioning.

However, the result they received was exactly as Caesar and Old Murdoch had predicted. Five billion in cash had indeed been delivered. As for where the money went, they had no idea.

So they asked the nearby residents. But no matter how they asked, the residents said they hadn't seen any vehicles come here to pick up anything.

In other words, the money was not taken away.

Good heavens, could it be that 5 billion was really stolen? 5 billion, that's 50 tons of goods! Who could possibly steal that?

So, on this day, the thieves in Las Vegas had a bad day.

Everyone who had stolen files was arrested and subjected to inhumane interrogation.

But it was all for naught. I didn't steal it, and no matter how much they interrogated me, it was useless.

As soon as it got dark, Lao Mo and Ye Zimei left the Caesars Hotel.

As soon as they stepped outside, two of Pete's henchmen secretly followed them.

Old Mo ignored them and drove a Lincoln around town with Ye Zimei in tow.

Old Mo had no particular destination in mind; he simply drove around the streets. His sole purpose was to familiarize himself with the streets of Las Vegas and the distribution of its banks.

Yes, Lao Mo is going to start zero-yuan purchases.

Since you won't let me leave, I'll empty your bank and see if you still dare to kick me out.

Old Mo drove around Las Vegas until midnight.

At this time, apart from casinos, hotels, and nightclubs, almost all other businesses are closed.

Finally, Lao Mo stopped in front of the Sands Hotel.

The Sands Casino is also one of the largest casinos in Las Vegas.

The two had barely stepped inside when the casino manager came running over, beaming with delight.

"Oh my, isn't this Mr. Chen? Welcome, welcome! Mr. Chen, it's an honor to have you here. Please come upstairs. What would you like to do? What activity would you like to participate in? Our Sands Hotel will take care of it. Haha..."

The hotel manager was a very tactful person. He treated Lao Mo like a good friend.

Anyway, as long as Lao Mo doesn't gamble, it's fine. Whatever game you want to play, it's all free.

Old Mo smiled and looked at the white man.

"Sir, may I ask who you are?"

The hotel manager quickly smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, I'm Morke, the casino manager of the Sands Hotel. It's a great honor to have you here. You can play whatever you want, as long as you don't gamble at the tables. We'll cover all the expenses. Hehe..."

Old Mo smiled and said, "Manager Molke, is that right? Well, this is my wife. She said she's itching to play a few rounds. I won't participate, but is it alright if she plays a few rounds?"

Molke glanced at Ye Zimei, then shrank back and quickly said, "No, no, Mr. Chen, please be lenient! We dare not entertain the people with you."

Old Mo wasn't annoyed, and said speechlessly, "Fine! Since that's how it is, then we won't play anymore. We'll stay at your Sands Hotel tonight. Go and arrange the best room for the two of us, OK?"

"Okay, okay, very okay. It's our honor that Mr. Chen is staying at our Sands Hotel. Mr. Chen, please eat and play as you please. All expenses tonight are on the Sands Hotel. Haha, gentlemen, please follow me."

Molke led them upstairs and booked them a presidential suite.

The two snakes who followed also booked a room nearby. Their goal was to keep a close eye on Old Mo.

The actions of these two snakes could not escape Lao Mo's divine sense.

The reason Lao Mo booked a room here is because the largest US bank in Las Vegas is right next to the Sands Hotel.

Once inside the room, Ye Zimei went straight to bed as Lao Mo had instructed.

Old Mo disappeared right in front of Ye Zimei.

After a couple of quick movements, Old Mo had already arrived in the lobby of the nearby US bank.

Yes, Old Mo can get in as long as there's a gap.

This is the largest bank in Las Vegas. After closing time, all the doors are locked. Only the guard room outside has staff on duty.

Once Lao Mo went inside, the people on duty outside had no effect on him anymore.

Old Mo smiled and walked inside.

There is a very strong, sealed door here. It is a steel door, so strong that not even water can seep in, let alone crack it.

Therefore, Lao Mo couldn't get in either.

However, this did not stump Old Mo.

Old Mo took out his tools, and his divine sense penetrated into the keyhole, allowing him to see the internal structure clearly.

Old Mo put his tools into the keyhole, fiddled with it for a few moments, and with a click, easily opened the door.

Old Mo smiled slightly, put away his tools, then pushed open the door, went inside, and closed it again.

This allowed Lao Mo to enter the bank.

However, this was just a passageway with doors to various rooms on either side.

To enter these rooms, you must open the door.

Old Mo wasn't in a hurry. He went to a room and, using the same method, easily opened the door.

Pushing open the door and walking in, I saw neatly stacked US dollars inside.

This is a room specifically for storing US dollars.

Old Mo didn't know the exact amount, but judging from the scale, it was more than his 5 billion, probably over 10 billion.

Old Mo didn't stand on ceremony. With a wave of his hand, hundreds of billions of US dollars entered his space directly.

In another room, there were pounds sterling. Although not a large amount, it was still two or three billion.

There's no way around it; in Las Vegas, the English come with their pounds to gamble. At home they're gentlemen, but here they turn into beasts.

Therefore, the amount of pounds in Las Vegas will not be small.

But now, all of these belong to Old Mo.

With a wave of his hand, Old Mo put all the pounds into his spatial storage.

After taking the pounds, Old Mo turned around, opened a door, and entered a special room.

This room doesn't contain money, but rather a series of storage cabinets.

That's right. There's a service here that helps people store their belongings.

People who want to store things will rent one of the compartments in these lockers and then put the things they want to store into that compartment.

Normally, only very valuable items can be stored here.

Old Mo laughed, waved his hand, and put all the storage cabinets into his space.