Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 251: We’re Here to Talk Business_1

Chapter 251: Chapter 251: We’re Here to Talk Business_1

"Sigh..."

Luo Ning let out a sigh, her expression filled with helplessness.

She had known that once Mo Han made his move, the medical expenses wouldn’t be small.

Moreover, these people really went too far, not only did they intend to molest her but they also wielded weapons hoping to take down her husband.

If the police were to come, Mo Han should be considered acting in self-defense, it’s just that the self-defense was a bit excessive...

Actually, it was not just a bit excessive in self-defense, for the workers who got involved weren’t merely dealing with broken limbs; if they were to examine carefully, they would find that certain parts of their lower bodies could no longer function normally.

Mo Han always adhered to one principle: If others don’t offend me, I won’t offend them.

Since they harbored such filthy thoughts of threatening his wife, Mo Han would naturally give them injuries they would find hard to forget in this lifetime.

"It’s true. The kind are bullied, and the benevolent are ridden," Mo Han murmured as he shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the remaining workers.

Then, he picked up a section of a steel pipe from the ground and charged at them.

Bang Bang Bang!

It was like a tiger entering a flock of lambs.

Every time Mo Han brought the steel pipe down, someone would clutch their limbs and wail in pain.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty-something workers who stood just moments before all collapsed to the ground.

Their faces bore expressions of misery and repression.

For years, they had only known the part of bullying others. They never imagined being bullied so miserably themselves, especially by one person alone. If they were to talk about it, who the hell would believe it...

Mo Han grabbed one of the men, slammed him heavily onto the ground, then kicked him in the chest, asking coldly, "Speak, where’s Boss He!"

This worker was terrified by Mo Han and immediately begged for mercy, "Big... big brother, I’m sorry, I was wrong."

"I won’t hit you anymore. Have mercy on me, don’t hold a grudge against someone as insignificant as me."

"I won’t ever dare to think about laying a hand on your sister-in-law again, please, I beg you, considering it’s my first offense, don’t hit me..."

"Gah!"

Mo Han frowned, kicked the man over, and grabbed another, repeating the same question.

"Where’s Boss He at?"

"Boss He... Boss He, he’s at the underground fighting ring," the man replied with a clear head. Pointing his right hand toward a three-story white house not too far away, he trembled, "At this time, Boss He should be in the basement..."

As he spoke, a very brawny man came over and yelled, "What are you doing! Stop it all of you!"

"Hmm?"

Mo Han turned around, slapped the worker aside, then looked at the muscular man calmly.

This brawny man was Boss He’s nephew, Wang Liang.

Despite his size, he wasn’t very brave; he only bullied others, relying on his relationship with Boss He.

If trouble really struck, he had no significant skills to rely on.

Faced with Mo Han’s murderous look, Wang Liang shivered and felt a chill run down his spine.

His eyes involuntarily glanced at the ground, what the hell!

More than thirty workers had all been beaten to the ground, wailing in agony.

"Gulp..."

He swallowed hard and struggled to speak, "That... I’m the foreman here, Wang Liang. May I ask, are you here to smash up the place?"

"I have no interest in smashing your venue." Mo Han replied indifferently, "I’m here to negotiate business with your Boss He."

"Negotiate business?"

Cold sweat dripped from Wang Liang’s forehead.

Big brother, is this how you negotiate business?

There are more than thirty brothers of mine, each with broken hands and feet, is this negotiation?

Under normal circumstances, Wang Liang would have retorted, but one look at Mo Han’s cold eyes, and he instantly cowered.

"Hello, I’m Luo Ning from Luo’s Group. Our chairman has discussed with Boss He yesterday, and asked me to procure some materials," Luo Ning stepped forward at this time, standing in front of Mo Han and spoke.

Hmm?

This...

Upon seeing Luo Ning, Wang Liang couldn’t help but stare.

Goodness, this woman was beautiful, with curves in all the right places, and skin as enticing as white snow. Any man would not help but take a few extra glances.

He immediately understood that his coworkers must have harassed this beauty and ended up getting beaten down by her boyfriend.

However, this guy was also a bit too formidable, wasn’t he?

More than thirty workers, and yet they still couldn’t overcome one person?

"Alright, I’ll take you to my cousin," Wang Liang swallowed, forcing himself to look away.

On the way, Luo Ning dared not leave Mo Han’s line of sight. Holding his hand, she followed Wang Liang into the white house.

"My cousin is in the basement at this time; I’ll take you in," Wang Liang said as they reached the building and wisely pressed the elevator button, taking Mo Han and Luo Ning down to the basement.

"Ding dong."

The elevator doors opened, and Luo Ning’s pupils dilated as she unconsciously covered her mouth with her right hand.

In her line of sight, dozens of men and women were gathered around a ring fenced with iron bars, holding banknotes in their hands and shouting uninhibitedly at the two people on the stage:

"Ghost Head, kill him!"

"Kick his nuts..."

Mo Han looked up to see two shirtless men fighting fiercely on the ring.

One of them had long hair, an elongated face, and rather deformed features, making him look like a ghost.

However, this guy was indeed skillful; he swung out a powerful elbow that landed heavily on his opponent’s face.

"Pfft..."

The man on the receiving end was unprepared, and blood spurted from his nose and mouth.

Yet, no one stopped the fight. Instead, the long-haired man pounced forward, riding the other man and hammering his head viciously.

After a dozen punches, the long-haired man stopped, kicked his opponent out of the ring, pounded his fists on his chest, and finally, he pointed skyward in a signature pose.

Those familiar with Ghost Head knew it was his unique celebratory gesture.

Cheers erupted from the crowd, shouting Ghost Head’s name, and of course, there were also dejected gamblers shaking their heads in defeat.

"Cousin, these two are here to discuss business with you..."