Chapter 1: The Demise of the Bizarre Poisonous Overlord

  "I'm innocent, wasn't I just whoring with a chick? Is it worth locking me up for half a year?"

  Mo Shan sat on the cold iron chair, his heart filled with resentment as he roared, never expecting that this time back in the country would be so unlucky. He hadn't even taken care of his pants belt properly and had coincidentally run into a police crackdown. In half a year, this was also the first time the police had brought him in for questioning. It seemed that they had also figured out his old tricks.

  "Golden Triangle, Mo San Ye! It's like thunder in my ears! Tell me your real name! Mo San is probably not your real name, right?"

  Across from him was a man in his fifties, dressed in plain clothes, with piercing eyes that seemed to gleam like those of a hungry wolf in the mountains who had spotted its prey. An interrogation expert! It looked like he wouldn't be able to escape this time.

  "Government! I haven't done anything that violates heaven and reason! Heaven knows, my goods were all sold to the devils, not a single one was sold domestically, I'm innocent!"

  Although he had done evil things in the country before, at that time he was young and ignorant. For the sake of his initial hundred-family rice, he has been doing things with a clear conscience over the years. Although he is a ruthless and cunning villain, not even one gram of his goods has been sold domestically, except to the devils themselves, there are no other customers.

  "Hey! You're not bad, kid! Your character in the underworld is admirable, to say the least. Your methods are impressive too - you've made tens of billions in just over a decade and have a formidable gang at your disposal. But here, all those things are useless. Do you know how you fell?"

  Mo San, this kid is not bad, among the poison tycoons, he's a bit of an oddity. He never smuggles goods into the country. This kid's background is also somewhat mysterious, because of this golden Buddha, after investigating several times, they still can't figure out his origins.

  "I've killed quite a few people, but not many domestically. Except for those who came to find me wanting goods, did the kids on my side kill the mole?"

  After thinking about it, I really don't have any weaknesses to expose. This time I came back to donate a Tang Dynasty golden Buddha, could something have happened in the south? Those blind fools, did they kill our mole here?

  "There is this reason, but it's not the main one. Most of those people deserved to die anyway, and mistaken killings aren't your fault. What did you come back for this time?"

  The old plainclothes policeman's eyes showed a hint of gratitude. Many domestic drug traffickers who had been caught were brought down by this Mo San Ye, and indirectly helped with the anti-drug work on this side. As long as it was a domestic customer looking for goods, this kid would bury them alive, although there was an undercover agent inside. Still, Mo San did a pretty good job.

  "Damn it! The devils won't know it was me who did it!"

  Mo San also had a puzzled face, what he did was flawless!

  "More than 300 people, ah! You ran to someone else's turf and killed so many people. The government over there took action, the Golden Buddha leaked your name, a detective below saw the list of clients, then thought of you, this great Buddha. The rest doesn't need to be said, does it? Mo Shan? Hehe! In that coastal government office, the person who made an ID for you has already confessed, now you don't have any other names to use!"

  This Mo San is also a freak, actually using this name to move around domestically. He even walks backwards and encounters the anti-vice campaign. The golden Buddha donated to the museum plus Mo Shan's pen name made this once-influential Golden Triangle big shot fall.

  For this Mo San, the old detective also felt a little sorry. With him in the south, there would be fewer goods coming into the country. He should have just turned a blind eye and let it go, but they were chasing too hard on that side, and he had reached a dead end. Thinking of these things, his heart was also somewhat entangled.

  This guy has also done a lot of business, and has expanded across fields. He smuggles redwood and jade from Southeast Asia into the country; manufactures and sells firearms to the Japanese; and engages in armed robbery on the outskirts of the Golden Triangle. This kid hasn't missed out on any opportunity to make a profit by any means necessary, making him quite versatile. However, this time he's gone too far - over 300 Japanese were killed, causing a huge stir in their government.

  "Alas... forget it! Anyway, I'm done for, won't live much longer. Selling goods without making a profit is also a taboo. Government! Over the years, I've donated quite a bit of money domestically, and in the southern mountains, I've even donated to build dozens of schools. Can you just give me a quick death sentence and be done with it? Sitting in prison for so long has been enough, I'm used to enjoying life, can't bear that kind of suffering!"

  If it weren't for the fact that I had no way out after leaving home back then, and couldn't have made a living on my own, my family would have settled me down long ago. This time, since they've come looking for me, I'll definitely have to give those devils an explanation. Anyway, I won't be able to live much longer, so I might as well just end it all and be done with it.

  "We're also clear about your situation. Without mentioning your main business, just the amount of smuggling you've done domestically is enough to get you killed several times over. Let's talk about it! Anyway, you can't leave, so let's just chat like we're old friends!"

  Lao Bianyi also had some regrets. Although Mo San was involved in something he shouldn't have been, his heart was still relatively kind. With tens of billions in assets and over a billion in donations, wasn't this a form of redemption?

  "Smuggling? Those red wood, gold, and jade rough stones are all resources! Once they arrive here, you don't even give us a reward, but instead you want to kill me? That's not right!"

  Once you're open-minded, your words will be straightforward too; after all, it's just death, what can't be said?

  "Hey! You little rascal is sharp-tongued, first tell me about the Golden Buddha affair, how did you kill more than 300 devils?"

  The Golden Buddha originally belongs to the country, and Mo San can be considered as having made a contribution. The Great Golden Buddha of the Tang Dynasty is absolutely a national treasure. This little guy is in a foreign land, doing bloody business, but he can still bring back the national treasure. Just this one thing alone is enough to make oneself give a big thumbs up.

  "It's a long story, have a cigarette! I'm hooked again."

  Mo San took over the cigarette handed by Lao Bian Yi with some trembling, took a deep breath, and stuttered to open his mouth.

  "The Buddha's relics in the underground palace of Famen Temple, do you know? That golden Buddha is the container that held the relics from India to the Tang Dynasty, I don't know when it fell into the hands of those devils. I went to do business with those devils, and they bragged to me about it. After looking at it, I specifically asked an expert, and he said it's probably real, something from our China, can those little devils play with it? So I immediately summoned my subordinates, and as soon as I left, the golden Buddha followed right behind! As for how many devils died, we didn't count, but the hands of my underlings are getting darker!"

  Trembling with somewhat purplish lips, Mo San recounted the origins of the Golden Buddha that had brought him great misfortune.

  "To be honest, I'm quite impressed with you, but whether it's us or the devils, the business you're doing is always harmful to people, this thing is a huge mistake!"

  The old man's eyes also showed a hint of kindness. This kid is similar to his own son, also an angry youth, but...

  "Who says it's not! I originally got hooked on this stuff because of an injury, but it's so addictive that I just can't quit. Think about it, back then I was even a mercenary, now look at me, I'm nothing but skin and bones, what kind of person am I anymore?!"

  Mo San is also sighing, from being a brave tiger-beating hero in the past to becoming a withered skeleton now, harmed by drugs!

  "You deal with those poisonous assets yourself, no need for me to say anything!"

  Seeing Mo San being so cooperative, Lao Bian Yi is telling the truth, chasing and eliminating poisonous capital has always been a big problem, I don't know what Mo San will do, can he give us a surprise.

  "No problem! But that money was also earned by my own blood and sweat, it's impossible to hand it over. There are many corrupt officials now, who knows where it will end up? They're counting on my hard-earned money, but they've got no chance! Set up a charity donation account instead! And the people under me, those who can still follow me, aren't good people either, you might as well take care of them all at once! Otherwise, without me keeping an eye on things, I'm afraid they'll start selling domestically!"

  When a man is about to die, his words are good. Although he has taken a wrong path, the things that truly harm the country and its people, he has done very few of them.

  "This matter I'm not in charge of, need to ask for instructions! You write down what you want to say!"

  A dying man's thoughts turn to good deeds; Mozi's demands are reasonable.

  "Get some substitutes! I'm poisoned to the bone, your requirements I'll fully cooperate with, writing is done! I say, find someone to record it! But one thing, the money must come as I say!"

  One cigarette obviously couldn't solve Mo San's nicotine addiction, after saying this sentence, he fainted.

  "Alas... what's the point of coming here!"

  The old man in worn-out clothes extinguished his cigarette butt and walked away with a long sigh.

  After that, things went smoothly. With the help of Mo San, a multi-national joint operation to eradicate drugs began, and the Golden Triangle, which had already declined somewhat, was once again ravaged.

  Mo San, carrying a lifetime of guilt, on the day of the successful operation to eradicate the poison, also due to organ failure, with tears streaming down his face, quietly completed his final journey.

  In a warehouse of a domestic museum, a two-foot-tall golden statue of Sakyamuni had an even more intoxicating smile on its face at that moment.