Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 194: Not a Thing of the Pond_1

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Not a Thing of the Pond_1

Nie Feiyang saw Mo Han with his eyes closed, yet still able to knock Nie Long down with precise accuracy, was already trembling in fear, and without hesitation, turned to run away.

"Thinking of leaving? Can you escape?"

Mo Han flicked his wrist and a silver needle instantly sunk into Nie Feiyang’s calf.

"Ah!" Nie Feiyang let out a scream, clutching his right leg as he rolled on the ground.

That needle from Mo Han had locked the meridian in Nie Feiyang’s calf, leaving him unable to walk normally no matter how hard he tried.

"Young Master!"

Nie Long let out a sharp cry, trying to support himself up despite his injuries, and charged towards Mo Han with raised fists.

Smack!

Mo Han responded with a backhand slap.

Nie Long had not expected his opponent to use such a childish fighting technique and failed to dodge in time, receiving a heavy hit on his face that instantly swelled up on one side.

The beating didn’t stop there; Mo Han stepped forward and forcefully struck Nie Long’s stomach.

Boom!

"Ah!" Nie Long let out a wail, his face contorting visibly to the naked eye as he collapsed to the ground.

Mo Han took out a tissue, wiped the white powder off his face, then stepped on Nie Long’s neck and said coldly, "Speak, where is Nie Kuangtu?"

"Thinking that I would betray my master? Dream on!" Nie Long, still struggling, lifted half of his face and glared at Mo Han with fiery eyes, "If you’ve got the guts, kill me; my master will surely avenge me!"

"Tough talker!"

With a cold snort from Mo Han, his right foot bore down hard on Nie Long’s two wrists.

Crack, crack went the sounds as Nie Long, the Grandmaster who had dominated Snake City for five years, was instantly left crippled.

"Ah!"

Nie Long let out a heart-wrenching howl but still didn’t show any intention of speaking.

With a chuckle, Mo Han’s right foot swiftly came down twice hard on Nie Long’s knees, immediately breaking them, a compound fracture that meant he would never stand again.

In the blink of an eye, the situation had undergone a drastic transformation.

Tang Ying was dumbfounded as he watched Mo Han; he muttered unwittingly, "He... He can’t be a Profound Rank master, can he?"

Touching his chin whiskers, Bai Yunhe nodded slightly, "To discern location by listening to the sound in such a short time, he’s definitely of the Great Grandmaster cultivation! Old Master, you really have befriended an extraordinary person this time!"

"Hahaha, naturally!" Tang Guowei laughed heartily, his face aglow, "From the first glance I had at Brother Mo, I knew he was destined for greater things."

He looked at Mo Han, his words heavy with meaning, "This small Jiangling City might no longer be able to contain such a mighty dragon..."

"Yay! We won!"

Zhou Xintong jumped up excitedly. If not for the reservedness of a lady, she would have already rushed forward to embrace and kiss Mo Han.

Previously, when she saw Mo Han being sneak attacked by Nie Feiyang with lime powder, she cursed loudly in excitement, but now, seeing Mo Han turning the tide and defeating the enemy in one stroke, she was so happy that she danced around.

Without the agitation from the Snake Skin Drum, Zhou Zhishan finally came to his senses. He opened his eyes into a daze, only to see a ground full of black-clad figures lying around.

He looked up to see the once-unbeatable Nie Feiyang clutching his right leg in pain, struggling on the ground.

And Nie Long, nearly at the Grandmaster Realm, now lay beneath someone’s foot like a dead dog.

The person stepping on Nie Long was the young doctor brought by Tang Guowei—Mo Han.

How was this possible?

"Kill me! Kill me!"

At that moment, Nie Long kept roaring in rage. Now with both hands and feet incapacitated, he was nothing but a living, breathing invalid.

But Mo Han shook his head. He glanced at Tang Guowei and smiled, "Old Tang, I’ll leave this man to you. Having him here, Nie Kuang might show himself."

"Good idea!" Tang Guowei nodded, gratefully saying, "Brother Mo, we owe you one this time!"

"If it hadn’t been for you, we would have really suffered a loss this time..."

Tang Ying stepped forward, his face flushed with shame, "Mister Mo, I apologize for having been offensive earlier."

"Tang Big Brother is too polite," Mo Han waved dismissively, speaking indifferently, "Strictly speaking, I am now half a member of the Tang Family; there’s no need for such talk among family..."

"Family?"

Tang Ying looked puzzled, and at this moment Tang Guowei briefly explained the matter of the Tian Sheng Group.

Tang Ying nodded again and again, with Ling Yuzhu and Mister Mo representing the literary and martial facets, Tian Sheng Group would become even more powerful.

And the Tang Family, as the largest shareholder of Tian Sheng Group, would rise with the tide, perhaps even becoming a behemoth like the Jiangnan Tao Family in the future!

"Miss Zhou, can you move?" Mo Han turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Yes!" Zhou Xintong quickly nodded, her eyes filled with admiration.

People are naturally drawn to strong figures, especially women.

Seeing the starlight in Zhou Xintong’s eyes, Mo Han felt overwhelmed; he seemed to have shown off too much today. He waved his hand and instructed, "Miss Zhou, could you please fetch a basin of cold water? Just a face wash with cold water will alleviate the numbing effects of the Datura flower."

"Got it!"

Zhou Xintong hurried to the bathroom in the bedroom and brought out a basin of water.

Soon, Tang Ying and the others scrubbed their faces and quickly recovered.

Zhou William and Doctor Tony, who had hidden under the table, were also splashed awake by Zhou Xintong’s basin of water.

"Smack!"

Having regained her strength, Zhou Xintong had Nie Feiyang tied up. She slapped his face harshly and commanded in a cold voice, "Remove the gu poison from my grandfather, now!"

"Or else, I’ll kill you right now!"

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