Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 112: I Watch You Die Not_1

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: I Watch You Die Not_1

Mo Han did not stay to see how Brother Chen resolved the issue and left AoXiang Investment Company with his mother-in-law Yang Meifeng.

On the way, Yang Meifeng clutched the envelope with the bank card tightly, for the first time not cursing Mo Han.

After walking for several minutes, she asked with a giggly smile, "Mo Han, how did you get to know Brother Chen? Why is he so polite to you?"

Mo Han had prepared his story early in the morning and blurted out, "He’s not being polite to me, it’s all for Wang Se."

"Wang Se? Who is Wang Se?" Yang Meifeng asked, confused.

"He was my classmate in elementary school and now works at the police center, holding quite a bit of power," Mo Han fabricated with ease. "Last month didn’t I deliver food twice? One of those times was to some bar, and I happened to see Wang Se investigating Brother Chen’s place."

"Wang Se and I were good buddies back in the day, and we hadn’t seen each other for many years. When we met, we chatted for a bit."

"Brother Chen is in the underworld, and seeing how close I was with Wang Se, he approached me to get close and asked me to say hello to Wang Se for him."

Yang Meifeng’s eyes shifted, "Then find some time to invite this Wang Se out. I want to treat him to a meal to thank him."

Mo Han hurriedly said, "Might not be possible, he was just transferred away the other day..."

Such a crude lie, full of holes if one listened carefully.

But Yang Meifeng really didn’t care at this moment; all she wanted was an answer.

Upon hearing this, the fawning look on Yang Meifeng’s face instantly dissipated.

She had thought Mo Han was someone formidable, but it turned out he just knew a police officer.

However, fortunately, not only did she recover her capital with interest today, but she also gained an additional 540,000. She was too lazy to scold Mo Han at the moment.

She looked up and saw there was a bank right ahead, so she said, "Mo Han, come on, accompany me to check something, I need to verify if there really is that much money in there."

Mo Han shrugged, carrying the vegetables and fish in his hands, and followed her in.

Just as Yang Meifeng stepped into the bank, Mo Han was about to follow when the group of elderly men and women who had disappeared earlier suddenly emerged out of nowhere, surrounding him with extremely fawning tones:

"Mo Han, Auntie misspoke earlier. You are so capable at such a young age, and you and Luo Ning are a match made in heaven."

"That’s right, Mo Han, you are so distinguished and capable, far better than that Cheng something. It’s Luo Family’s ancestral graves billowing green smoke that Luo Ning can marry you."

"I held Luo Ning when she was a child, and even then I knew she would find a good husband. For Luo Ning’s sake, Mo Han, could you speak to Manager Zhu for Auntie and get my money back? I’ve even put up my property title as collateral..."

Everyone had their say, and though their words were different, their purpose was the same: they all wanted Mo Han to help get their money back.

Unfortunately, they didn’t understand Mo Han. How could he believe such fair-weather talk?

In front of everyone, Mo Han took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number, "Hello, Brother Chen, it’s me. Those elderly troublemakers from before have now surrounded me at Jiangling Huahai Bank’s entrance. Could you send a few people to handle it?"

At the mention of Brother Chen, the faces of the elderly group changed dramatically, and with a whoosh, they scattered like birds.

...

Meanwhile, Cheng Wanfeng, who had just lost seventy million, was sitting in the back of his car with a twisted leg, waiting for rescue.

Recalling the humiliation he had just suffered, he couldn’t help but smack the front seat.

Damn it, he didn’t manage to get anything out of Luo Ning’s mother, and on top of that, he was left with a broken leg and a seventy million compensation payment.

Shit, what bad luck!

Mo Han!

It was all because of Mo Han!

Cheng Wanfeng knew he couldn’t win against He Chen, a bigwig of the grey forces, so he directed his hatred firmly towards Mo Han.

Five minutes later, Wang Kun finally arrived by car.

Seeing the back seat covered in blood and Cheng Wanfeng’s bruised and beaten face, Wang Kun was completely stunned, "Cheng... are you Cheng Wanfeng, the Third Young Master Cheng?"

"Damn it, if I am not Cheng Wanfeng, then who are you?" Cheng Wanfeng was irritated and looking to vent. He kicked Wang Kun down with a foot.

Wang Kun fell flat on his face but didn’t dare behave recklessly in front of the other person.

Picking himself up from the ground, he said timidly, "Third Master, should I take you to the hospital first?"

Cheng Wanfeng replied coldly, "No shit, hurry up, my left leg is killing me!"

"Understood."

Wang Kun nodded, then closed the back door and took the driver’s seat in the Panamera to set off.

All the way, he drove very carefully, afraid that any sudden stop or acceleration would cause Cheng Wanfeng pain.

On the back seat, the more Cheng Wanfeng thought about it, the harder it was to swallow the insult. In a grave voice, he said, "Wang Kun, you know Jiangling City well, investigate someone for me!"

"Mo Han, the Luo Family’s second son, Luo Shanchuan’s son-in-law!"

"Mo Han?" Wang Kun felt the name was familiar, but for a moment couldn’t remember where he’d heard it.

Just then at a traffic light, Wang Kun rolled down the car window, glanced outside, and when his eyes fell on a nearby utility pole, he suddenly slapped his forehead, exclaiming, "I remember now! I remember now!"

Cheng Wanfeng frowned, "Don’t panic, what do you remember?"

"Third Master, that man who had a conflict with Cheng Wei that day was also named Mo Han!" Wang Kun said urgently.

Buzz, buzz...

At that moment, Cheng Wanfeng’s phone rang; it was a message from Manager Liu of Wuyue Plaza.

Cheng Wanfeng opened it to find a surveillance video. In the video, his cousin Cheng Wei was angrily throwing down a bouquet, harshly speaking to a man across from him who seemed not at all afraid of his cousin, protectively standing in front of a girl handing out flyers.

The camera angle changed, showing a full view of the man’s face—it was Mo Han, whom he had seen today at AoXiang Company!

"It’s him!"

A flash of elation crossed Cheng Wanfeng’s eyes, "Ha ha, Mo Han, now I’ve got you!"