Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 134: One-on-One Challenge_1

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: One-on-One Challenge_1

To be fair, Mo Han had thought about killing Xu Fang, but definitely not now.

Xu Fang’s death left him with many mysteries unsolved.

With the power of the Tang Family, not just anyone could discover the specific cause of Cao Yunwei’s death.

But why could Xu Fang find out? And why was she so certain that she was the real culprit behind the scenes? Did she have someone backing her?

This series of questions, because Sang Biao went ahead and killed Xu Fang without permission, could no longer be answered.

As for Cao Yunkang, he was nothing but a scarecrow, used as a pawn without his knowledge.

"Thump!"

Sang Biao was sent crashing to the ground with a heavy slap, his teeth knocked two out.

Even a clay Buddha has a three-point temper, let alone he was a big shot in South City.

"Mo! You’ve gone too far!"

Sang Biao covered his cheek as he got up, shouting angrily, "I freaking helped you take out your enemy, and not only do you not thank me, you hit me..."

"Smack!"

This time, Mo Han didn’t make a move; He Chen had already slapped him, "Sang Biao, who the hell gave you the guts to speak to Mister Mo like that?"

"Get down on your knees to talk!"

As he spoke, He Chen made an eye signal to the crowd. Liu Lao San and Chen Lao Si got the message and came forward, one on each side, they grabbed Sang Biao and forcefully rammed their knees into his shins.

Sang Biao’s legs gave way, and he was immediately pressed down to the ground.

Think about him, the underground lord of South City, now being pressed down on the ground like a dog, the humiliation of it all, who could understand?

A breath of anger blocked in his chest, Sang Biao didn’t know where he got the courage from, and he yelled at Mo Han, "Mo, if you’re man enough, fight me one-on-one!"

"Pfft..."

At the same time, everyone burst out laughing.

One-on-one with Mister Mo? Wasn’t that a frog trying to crawl into a snake’s hole—courting death?

"You? You’re not qualified!" Mo Han narrowed his eyes, glanced at Cao Yunkang in the distance, and said to He Chen, "Wake Cao Yunkang up."

He Chen nodded, had someone fetch a bucket of water, and splashed it on Cao Yunkang.

At this moment, although the blood had stopped flowing from Cao Yunkang’s lower half, he was pale from excessive blood loss and looked like he could die at any moment.

When a bucket of water was thrown over him, Cao Yunkang woke up dazed. A surge of severe pain from his lower half reminded him that he had been castrated.

He looked up and saw that demonic figure appear in front of him again, and he backed away in terror, "You... what are you going to do? I already told you everything I know. Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!"

"Want to live?"

That demon spoke, and his voice was tinged with mockery, as if Cao Yunkang was his plaything.

"Yes! Yes!" Cao Yunkang nodded frantically.

Mo Han chuckled, pointing at Sang Biao, "Kill him!"

"What?"

Cao Yunkang’s body stiffened, then he forced a bitter smile, "Big... big brother, I have no grudges with him."

"No grudges?" Mo Han snorted coldly, turned on his phone, and the video playing showed Sang Biao killing Cao Yunkang’s sister-in-law.

Cao Yunkang’s eyes bulged like copper bells. He could not have imagined that Sang Biao would be so vicious as to kill his sister-in-law. Despite this, he still dejectedly hung his head, "How can I kill Sang Biao with this body of mine?"

"That’s true!" Mo Han said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. Looking at Sang Biao held down on the ground he said, "For fairness, cut his tendons in the hands and feet!"

"Have a good one-on-one."

He Chen chuckled, took a dagger and sliced it across Sang Biao’s wrists and ankles forcefully.

"Zliip..."

Blood crazily shot out.

He Chen sneered, "Sang Biao, didn’t you want a one-on-one? Go ahead!"

With that, he kicked the now crippled Sang Biao in front of Cao Yunkang.

With a clang, the bloodied dagger was thrown at Cao Yunkang’s feet.

He Chen then gestured with a big wave of his hand, and the crowd dispersed, leaving a semicircle surrounding Sang Biao and Cao Yunkang.

Mo Han said indifferently, "Only one of you two can live!"

With that, he walked away with his hands behind his back, it was getting late, and he had to go home.

Two minutes later, a wailing cry of misery reached his ears.

He Chen jogged over and smiled, "Mister Mo, Sang Biao is dead."

"Mm."

Mo Han nodded, "Tonight, I can finally sleep peacefully."

"He Boss, you go back too, remember to attend the banquet tomorrow night."

"Got it!"

...

Meanwhile, at the Zhou Family estate in Jiangling City, one of the Four Great Families.

Family Head Zhou Zhishan sat in the study as usual, savoring the tea, fiddling with the collected antique calligraphy and paintings.

In the darkness, several black figures flashed by the window swiftly.

"Who?"

Zhou Zhishan furrowed his brows, hastily got up, and tried to press the emergency button on the table.

However, as soon as he had moved, a pair of strong hands suddenly appeared behind his back.

"Bang!"

One chop from the hand.

Zhou Zhishan felt a sharp pain in his neck and instantly lost consciousness.

In the room, three people in night suits appeared out of nowhere.

Two of them held Zhou Zhishan up, one prying open his mouth.

The last person carefully took out a glass bottle from his bosom, opened the stopper, and aligned the bottle with Zhou Zhishan’s mouth.

A transparent bug, thin as cicada wings, crawled slowly out of the bottle, plopping down into Zhou Zhishan’s mouth.

After a long while.

Zhou Zhishan slowly regained consciousness, touching his neck with a sore feeling.

He looked up and saw three people standing in front of him, the one in the middle had already lifted his mask, revealing a somewhat familiar face.

"Family Head Zhou, five years have passed, how have you been?"