Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 120: Sorry, Dad Is Late_1

Chapter 120: Chapter 120: Sorry, Dad Is Late_1

"Okay!"

He Chen chuckled sinisterly, called over Lao San, whispered a couple of sentences in his ear, and then walked out with Mo Han.

"Farewell Mister Mo, farewell Brother Chen!"

Liu Lao San hurriedly led his men in shouting after them. Once the two had left, a ferocious grin spread across his face.

"Li Changbin, isn’t it? Quite the tough guy, aren’t you? Daring to shake people and discipline Mister Mo? Do you fucking know how many of my men Mister Mo took down all by himself back in the day?"

"And you, Zhou Huai, you’ve been strutting around under my name, haven’t you? You’ve fucking got the gall of a bear and the heart of a leopard! Wanting to disable Mister Mo’s limbs? Planning to extort a million from Mister Mo? Who the fuck gave you the courage?"

"Alright, you want to cripple Mister Mo’s legs and hands? Then have a try for yourself!"

Liu Lao San’s voice suddenly paused, then he roared fiercely, "Bring ’em here! I’m going to personally carve out their tendons!"

As soon as he said this, the lackeys trailing behind him stepped forward and immediately pinned the two men down.

The subordinates brought by Bai Mao trembled with fear, not daring to step forward; they could only watch helplessly as their boss slowly got disabled by Liu Lao San...

By this time, Mo Han and He Chen had already left through the main gate. He Chen’s phone rang; it was a call from Go Lao’er.

"Boss, we’ve spotted that black SUV. The surveillance shows it heading towards the outskirts of the city; the last sighting was on a small road near the intersection with Kangzhuang Avenue."

"I’ve checked, there is an abandoned car repair factory called Yu Xiang on that road—I suspect Miss Mo is there!"

He Chen nodded and immediately relayed the information to Mo Han.

"So, He Boss, this time my sincerest thanks! I owe you a favor!" said Mo Han to He Chen with a slight bow, the first time he’d shown such respect since receiving his inheritance.

He Chen quickly waved his hands, humbly replying, "Mister Mo, you are too kind. I’m just a low-profile figure, not worthy of such respect."

He hesitated, then managed a sheepish smile and said, "Actually, Miss Wen from the Wen Family had instructed me to help you at any cost. You also know, I’m a dog of the Wen Family..."

Mo Han shook his head with a determined tone, "No, you are my friend!"

"I..."

He Chen’s lips moved, but the words were stuck in his throat, his heart felt as if it were filled with something.

"Brother Chen, I can handle the repair shop on the outskirts by myself. Help me watch over Ning’er, look out for any suspicious characters," Mo Han patted He Chen on the shoulder and added, "Also, I don’t want today’s incident to be known to others."

"Got it!" exclaimed He Chen, nodding immediately. "I will give the instructions right away. If anyone dares to utter a word, I’ll cut his tongue out!"

...

Meanwhile, at Yu Xiang Car Repair Factory on the outskirts of the city.

In an old room, there was a half-meter-high iron cage.

Two iron bowls were placed outside the cage, one filled with some water, the other with some cold rice.

One would think it was a kennel if they didn’t know any better.

At that moment, Mo Xiaochen was curled up, trembling as she hid inside the iron cage.

The black-clad men guarding her occasionally poured beer bottles into the cage, which made Mo Xiaochen roll around inside non-stop.

Each time, the group of men would burst out laughing at the sight.

Unlike these men, their boss Fang Kun, was now sitting on an abandoned iron barrel, smoking and feeling unusually agitated.

He thought to himself that kidnapping a child shouldn’t have made him this nervous, given his long experience in the underworld. But for some reason, he felt very uneasy inside.

He had a premonition that he shouldn’t have taken this job.

Yet the deed was already done; he couldn’t very well send the hostage back now.

"Kun, how are we going to deal with this little girl?" At that moment, a subordinate approached with a sly smile, "How about selling her as a child bride to our village?" "Fuck off!" Fang Kun kicked his man and said indifferently, "The client said to keep her for a day and deal with it tomorrow."

"By the way, how did the operation go? Did we leave any traces?"

The man chuckled, "Nope! All of us wore masks and black clothes during the job, even gloves on our hands, no one can trace it back to us!"

"Hmm." Fang Kun nodded, feeling a bit more reassured of his men’s work.

It seemed he was overthinking. After this job, he’d have to take a break and unwind properly...

"Wuu wuu wuu..."

Suddenly, the emptiness of the room echoed with sobs. Mo Xiaochen, drenched in beer, was now lying in the cage crying out, "Daddy, Mommy, please come save Chen Chen!"

"Chen Chen misses you, Daddy, Mommy, please come..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Irritated, a bald henchman grabbed a whip and lashed it toward the cage, "Little brat, nobody can save you now!"

The whip came down hard, but no sound was heard.

The bald man, puzzled, then noticed an imposing figure that had appeared out of nowhere.

The newcomer was over 1.8 meters tall, clad in a faded yellow tee, with flip-flops on his feet. He grabbed the whip from the bald man’s hand and spoke softly to Chen Chen:

"Sorry, Daddy’s late!"