Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 244: Let’s Play a Game_1

Chapter 244: Chapter 244: Let’s Play a Game_1

"To think Nie Kuangtu, who once roamed unfettered through life, would end up in such a state!"

Nie Kuangtu gave a bitter smile, shaking his head. His gaze suddenly fixed firmly on Tang Guowei standing behind Mo Han, and he spoke, "Old Tang, I know I am surely going to die. Could you, in consideration of the Nie Family’s reputation, spare my son Fei Yang’s life?"

"Impossible! If the roots of a weed are not pulled out, the weed will regrow! Nie Kuangtu, if you had won today, would you have spared us?"

Tang Guowei hadn’t answered yet when Zhou Zhishan had already taken the lead to speak.

The Nie father and son had poisoned him, causing him endless pain; he couldn’t wait to see the pair breathe their last.

"Zhou Zhishan! You have no right to speak here!"

Nie Kuangtu snorted coldly, his eyes turning to Tang Guowei as he said in a stern voice, "Old Tang, I might have been expelled by the Nie Family, but that doesn’t mean I have completely severed ties with them!"

"Today, if I’m no match for you and you kill me, I have no complaints."

"But if you want to kill my son, you should think carefully!"

"After all, Fei Yang’s name is still recorded in the family register of the Nie Family in Dragon City!"

"To spare my son’s life is to spare a path for the Four Great Families of Jiangling City..."

Tang Guowei fell silent; he was unsure whether Nie Kuangtu was bluffing or telling the truth, but if Nie Feiyang’s name really was on the Nie Family register, that would mean Nie Feiyang was one of the Nie Family of Dragon City.

Anyone would have to think twice about crossing the Nie Family of Dragon City...

"Let us out!"

It was then that the crow inside the courtyard spoke up, "This is your disagreement, and I don’t want to get involved in it!"

"Our disagreement?"

Even while bound, Nie Kuangtu’s powerful and domineering aura was overflowing. He looked toward Mo Han and laughed loudly, "Crow, you are mistaken!"

"The moment you entered, you were already caught in the trap!"

"Do you know who killed the Bald Eagle? It was this Mo fellow!"

"Doesn’t your Cangying Mercenary Group pride itself on brotherhood? Your brother is dead, killed by him, so take your revenge!"

The crow’s brows furrowed, and he looked at Mo Han with a grave expression, demanding coldly, "Did you kill Bald Eagle?"

Mo Han shrugged his shoulders, replying indifferently, "Yes, it was me!"

"Good! You dared to kill a member of our ruthless Cangying Mercenary Group and still carry on so brazenly!"

The crow’s eyes narrowed, he said coldly, "You’re dead!"

"Don’t be too rushed to conclude—today, it’s not certain who will live and who will die." Mo Han let out a chuckle, his right wrist twisting and a silver needle hissed as it shot onto Nie Kuangtu’s body.

"Nie Kuangtu, you want to save your son, right? How about we play a game?"

"As long as you kill the crow, not only will I let Nie Feiyang go, but I will also help him remove the restriction on his body, how about that?"

Nie Kuangtu suddenly felt the restriction on him lift, his lost strength surged back, and he burst the ropes binding him with a stir, coldly laughing at Mo Han, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll team up with the crow to deal with you?"

Watching Mo Han release Nie Kuangtu, Tang Guowei and Zhou Zhishan’s expressions drastically changed; they had not anticipated Mo Han would dare to make such a bold move.

On the contrary, Mo Han was calm as he responded, "Nie Kuangtu, are you insulting my intelligence, or your own?"

"Do you think I wouldn’t have taken precautions?"

"Ask your son if he doesn’t start feeling inexplicably cold throughout his body in twenty minutes."

Nie Feiyang nodded, admitting it was true.

Nie Kuangtu slowly closed his eyes and after a long while opened them again, sighing deeply, neither agreeing nor refusing.

"Dammit!"

The crow saw Nie Kuangtu’s reaction and knew things were not good.

He looked around for escape routes, but the area was surrounded by archers and the dark muzzles of guns—it was not going to be easy to make it out alive.

"Brother Crow, shall we play a game too?"

Mo Han smiled playfully and slowly suggested, "Within five minutes, if you can kill Nie Kuangtu, I’ll let you leave. What do you say?"

Another game?

Zhou Zhishan was a little baffled, wondering when Mo had started employing such tactics.

At that moment, Mo Han quietly said a few words to Tang Guowei, who looked pleased and quickly summoned two men to instruct them.

"Fine! I hope you keep your word!"

Without hesitation, the crow agreed.

He could tell that Nie Kuangtu was breathing irregularly and was severely injured. Seizing the opportunity to act now might just offer a sliver of a chance for survival.

He pushed Nie Feiyang toward one of his men and drew a short knife from his waist.

Nie Kuangtu was unarmed, but not at all flustered. He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly wide open as he bellowed, "Come on!"

The crow’s right hand grasped the knife and he shot out explosively.

The flash of the knife passed, the blade aiming straight for Nie Kuangtu’s throat.

The crow was trained in the art of killing, targeting only the vital points of the human body without any superfluous movements.

Nie Kuangtu felt a cold draft sweep past his throat and hastily retreated three steps, narrowly avoiding the blade.

In a smooth motion, he countered with a heavy elbow strike, which the crow quickly met by raising his arms to block.

Thud!

Both men retreated three steps, each unable to gain the upper hand in their first exchange.

"Brilliant!"

Mo Han clapped his hands, chuckling, "Don’t stop... continue."

The others broke out in a cold sweat—as others were fighting with gasping breath, there he was, watching the excitement.

Nie Kuangtu frowned, shooting a glance at the crow, who twitched his face in response, instantly understanding the signal.

With a roar, the crow declared, "Again!"

With that, he lifted his knife and charged toward Nie Kuangtu.

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