Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 132: Kneel! Surrender!_1

He Chen really was willing to invest; he had actually called over all the underlings from the Jucail Commercial Association.

There were also the Wen Family Iron Guard, which only the Wen Family Head could command. If he wasn’t mistaken, Miss Wen must have been observing this matter in secret.

Since He Chen and Miss Wen were this sincere, Mo Han naturally wouldn’t disappoint them.

He stomped his right foot violently on the ground, leaping two meters into the air and landing on a rockery. With a grand wave of his hand, he smiled and called out, "Greetings, brothers!"

"Mister Mo, greetings!"

Over a thousand people shouted in unison, their voices like roaring tsunamis, deafening and making one shudder.

Sang Biao and Xu Fang were stunned.

They looked at each other, neither having expected Mo Han to bring so many people.

Damn it, they had intended to trap him in an enclosed space, but this kid turned it into a dumpling-folding contest.

The most critical thing was that Sang Biao knew all these people.

Cold-blooded Cang Ying, the Whirlwind Biker Gang, Menghu Squad, and the Jucail Commercial Association’s personal guards; these were all He Chen’s people from North City.

All along, his dealings with He Chen had been like well water not mixing with river water. Although there were occasional conflicts among their underlings, they both had kept things under control, and no major clashes had erupted.

But this time, with Jucail Commercial Association coming out in full force, it was clear they wanted to settle the score once and for all. Were they trying to wipe out Sang Biao?

And that wasn’t even the most lethal part.

The most fatal were the three hundred brothers of the Wen Family Iron Guard.

These were the personal guards of the Wen Family, the second-ranked of the Four Great Families in Jiangling City, each selected from retired special forces. Going head-to-head with these people meant there was no chance of winning.

Xu Fang’s lips quivered, and her body trembled slightly.

What Sang Biao could think of, she could certainly think of as well.

She knew that today, not only would they fail to kill Mo Han, but they might also drag themselves and the Cao Family into the mess.

But she couldn’t accept it, she really couldn’t.

She couldn’t fathom how Mo Han had become involved with the Wen Family.

"Mo Han, who on Earth are you?" Xu Fang clenched her fists, her gaze fierce as she fixed it on Mo Han, "Why have I never heard of you before?"

As she spoke, the over a thousand people brought by He Chen had already split into four groups, surrounding the two hundred or so people led by Sang Biao from all sides.

"How dare your trivial Cao Family provoke him? Mister Mo is like a deity," someone sneered.

Just then, He Chen, accompanied by Go Lao’er, Liu Lao San, and Chen Lao Si, emerged from the crowd.

His gaze swept over Xu Fang and settled disdainfully on Sang Biao, "Sang Biao, considering our past acquaintance, I advise you to kneel and surrender obediently, then pray for Mister Mo’s forgiveness. Otherwise, heh heh..."

Liu Lao San, catching the hint, raised his mace and shouted, "Kneel down! Surrender!"

Thousands of voices immediately joined in the chant.

"Kneel down! Surrender!"

"Kneel down! Surrender!"

"Kneel down! Surrender!"

This barrage of voices struck the hearts of Sang Biao’s men like rolling thunder, and a few with lesser courage dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

Never had the Four Kings endured such humiliation; they had been unchallengeable leaders in Myanmar and had grown even more arrogant a hundredfold upon arriving in Jiangling City.

In a rage, they surged forward, with two charging towards Mo Han, weapons raised, while the other two stayed back to guard against sneak attacks.

Shoot the horse before the rider, catch the thief before the king.

They had a sound plan, thinking that capturing Mo Han would make the others shrink back, not daring to act.

Unfortunately, they had miscalculated.

Even attacking He Chen would have been a better option than targeting Mo Han.

Under the moonlight, Mo Han slowly raised his hand, and the Death Silver Needles shone with a light as bright as snowflakes.

Sang Biao’s pupils shrank sharply, and he cried out in alarm, "That’s the move! Come back! Come back!"

When he had people investigate the cause of Cao Yunwei’s death, they clearly captured a tiny puncture wound on Cao Yunwei’s neck. Although this pinhole didn’t directly cause death, it was the chief culprit that destroyed all of Cao Yunwei’s bodily functions.

However, at that moment, the Four Kings were so focused on attacking Mo Han that they couldn’t hear him!

Even if they could hear, they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The Death Silver Needles hit their mark on the necks of the Four Kings.

Each of them felt a pain and simultaneously tried to reach for their necks, but something unexpected happened.

They were completely unable to control their own arms, as if invisible strings were tied around their limbs.

Bang!

One of the Kings raised his steel club and brutally struck the one beside him.

The man, not dodging, took the hit with his head, which instantly cracked open, spilling brain matter, yet oddly he didn’t die. He too lifted a steel blade and plunged it into the chest of his attacker, blade going in white and coming out red.

The other two Kings, as if mad, raised their weapons and hacked at each other.

In the blink of an eye, Jiangling City’s Four Kings, who had run rampant, all killed each other, not one survived.

Everyone was flabbergasted—what kind of sorcery was this?

Even He Chen, who had already seen Mo Han’s Puppetry Technique, was astounded.

The Four Kings had been Sang Biao’s trump cards. Over the past years, Sang Biao’s dominance as the top power in South City’s gray area was all thanks to these fierce and tiger-like four.

But now, they were dispensed by Mister Mo with the ease of slaughtering chickens. This prowess was incredibly explosive!

At that moment, Sang Biao was so scared he fell to the ground, his mouth twitching uncontrollably. He pointed at Xu Fang and shouted loudly, "Xu Fang! Damn it! You’ve killed me! I don’t want the five hundred million anymore! I don’t!"

Xu Fang was also stunned. After a long while, she laughed mockingly at herself, shook her head, and finally believed that her husband and son’s deaths were indeed Mo Han’s doing.

Two seconds later, Xu Fang pulled out a beautifully crafted pistol from nowhere. With a roar, she pulled the trigger, "Die!"