Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 191: Young Master, Be Careful_1

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Young Master, Be Careful_1

"Hahaha!"

Nie Feiyang laughed until tears nearly came out, "You say you killed Second Bro and Fourth Bro?"

"Blowing your own trumpet without a draft, huh! Not to mention Second Bro, just take Fourth Bro, he was a skilled fighter of the Houtian Eighth Layer. Fifty or sixty people couldn’t handle him, and you could kill him?"

Nie Bao nodded in agreement.

The guy in front of them looked gentle and frail—as if he couldn’t even truss a chicken—how could he possibly have killed Second Bro and Fourth Bro.

The other men in black also burst out laughing. Believing that this kid could kill two figures of the big brother level was simply impossible!

Tang Ying shook his head, his face ashen. He had never believed in Mo Han; after all, the man was just a doctor. How could he defeat people like Nie Feiyang?

It was over, today was utterly over. His own death was a minor thing, but if his adoptive father ran into trouble, the skies of Jiangling City would change...

Bai Yunhe had once seen Mo Han and knew that he was somewhat capable, but seeing that Tang Ying had fallen for someone else’s trick, Bai Yunhe thought that Mo Han wouldn’t last much longer.

Zhou Xintong was supporting Tang Ying with one hand while looking towards Mo Han. Somehow, she suddenly had an intuition that Mo Han might bring about some sort of miracle.

Tang Guowei slapped his forehead. He suddenly remembered something Tang Chuchu had mentioned to him a while ago.

This Mister Mo, some time ago, had a conflict with He Chen, the head of Jucail Commercial Association, for some reason. As a result, He Chen brought over six hundred followers, all of whom were defeated.

Right!

Mo Han was not some kind of benevolent and devout person. His martial arts cultivation was very mysterious, and maybe he really could take down Nie Feiyang.

Of course, this was also just a possibility. After all, even the Innate Realm expert, Tang Ying, had been deceived...

"It seems I’ve been too low-profile."

Mo Han shook his head, muttering to himself.

Then, he suddenly raised his head, and five silver needles appeared in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the needles shot out with a whoosh.

"Gurgle... squeak."

As the needles landed, several of the laughing men in black suddenly clutched their throats and fell to the ground, their eyes bulging. After a short while, their legs kicked out, and they were no longer breathing.

In just the blink of an eye, five men were dead.

The smile on Nie Feiyang’s face froze. He twitched the corner of his mouth as if he had eaten something as disgusting as fly feces.

Nie Bao’s eyes widened. He suddenly felt that maybe his adoptive father was wrong, the killer of Second Bro and Fourth Bro was not Tang Guowei’s adopted son Tang Ying, but the ordinary-looking, harmless-smiling Doctor Mo standing before them!

"Kill him!" Nie Feiyang yelled furiously.

Hearing this, the remaining men in black no longer cared about the deaths of their fellow brothers and immediately raised their gleaming knives, charging towards Mo Han with a shout, "Kill him!"

"Why do you have to shout slogans? Is it to bolster your courage?"

Mo Han shrugged his shoulders, not quite understanding these villains who announced their moves before acting.

Because of the rapid movements earlier, and with Zhou Xintong blocking his view, Tang Ying hadn’t noticed that five men in black were already down. Seeing so many people attacking Mo Han, he shook his head and said to Zhou Xintong next to him, "Miss Zhou, please help me stand up. To count on a doctor..."

Boom!

Just then, a violent collision sounded from within the room.

Tang Ying looked up to see Mo Han with his hands behind his back, kicking and sending several people flying with just his feet.

In less than five seconds, these men in black were all lying on the ground, forming a dense layer.

My goodness! All of these were one-in-a-hundred, second-rate fighters!

"Glug..."

Tang Ying swallowed hard, dumbfounded.

Though he had been poisoned and lost a third of his usual strength, even at his peak, he couldn’t have dealt with these men as effortlessly.

Yet Mo Han, this doctor, disposed of them like chopping vegetables. This couldn’t be a dream, could it?

"I’ll kill you!"

Seeing his underlings all wiped out, Nie Bao flew into a rage. He pulled out three daggers and, flicking his wrist rapidly, aimed at Mo Han’s back with the ’Pi’ Throwing Knife technique.

This move had caused Tang Ying considerable trouble just now.

"Watch out!" Tang Ying called out urgently.

As if he hadn’t heard, Mo Han turned around when the flying dagger accompanied by a whistling sound approached; he opened his palm and miraculously caught all three daggers.

This scene left Tang Ying dumbfounded. He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, "It seems I am the true frog at the bottom of the well!"

What a joke. To catch swiftly thrown daggers from such a close distance, and with his back turned no less, such skill was definitely beyond that of a Grandmaster.

This Doctor Mo, indeed, was a deeply hidden entity!

"Hahaha!" Tang Guowei laughed. He was finally able to laugh. Ever since Nie Feiyang appeared, he had been at a disadvantage, but now he felt he had regained some face.

"Fond of sneak attacks?" Mo Han slowly turned around, his gaze lingering in the air for half a second before his wrist shook violently, and the three daggers he held were thrown--two towards Nie Bao and one towards Nie Feiyang.

"What!"

Tang Ying was already shocked, but seeing Mo Han toss two daggers simultaneously in opposite directions with a single hand left him completely astonished.

The ability to throw two daggers in opposite directions at the same time with one hand, what kind of divine technique was this?

Compared to Nie Bao’s daggers, Mo Han’s were faster and more cunningly angled.

With two whizzing sounds, Nie Bao didn’t even have time to react before one dagger struck his neck and another his chest. He covered his neck, his mouth twitching continually as a trickle of fresh blood flowed from between his fingers. His chest blossomed with a bright red rose.

"Young Master, be careful!"

Just as the other dagger was speeding towards Nie Feiyang, a loud shout echoed through the hall, followed by a "clang."

Out of nowhere, a large knife appeared in mid-air, deflecting the dagger Mo Han had thrown at Nie Feiyang. Even so, the dagger grazed Nie Feiyang’s cheek.

In an instant, a gash appeared on Nie Feiyang’s cheek, and a few drops of bright red blood followed the cut down.