Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 253: Diarrhea?

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: Diarrhea?

"You want to challenge Ghost Head?"

Boss He looked at Mo Han as if he were looking at a fool, mocking him, "Ghost Head might not be the strongest fighter here, but he has won more than fifty consecutive matches!"

"You challenge him? Interesting! It’s really interesting!"

"You’re wrong!" Mo Han shook his head and said indifferently, "It’s not about challenging him, but challenging all the fighters here!"

"What!"

Hearing this, Boss He flew into a rage, "Has this guy’s brain been squeezed by a door?"

He actually wants to challenge all the fighters here?

Arrogance! Utterly boundless arrogance!

Suddenly, he stood up from the sofa, marching towards Ghost Head in the ring and shouted, "Ghost Head, give this arrogant guy a proper lesson!"

At that moment, a man in a suit with a weasel-like look approached and said in a low voice, "Boss, the guests haven’t had enough of betting, do you think we should take this chance to open another round of betting?"

"Hmm..."

Boss He pondered for a moment then waved his hand broadly, "As long as the guests want to gamble, we naturally have to satisfy them!"

"Open the betting for me, bet on this guy going down in minutes!"

The suited man nodded, "Then, according to the usual rules, a knockdown within one minute, bet a thousand to win eleven hundred, over one minute but under five, bet a thousand to win fifteen hundred..."

"Fine."

Boss He nodded, signaling the suited man to get on with it.

Then Luo Ning’s voice rang out, "If my Mo Han wins, betting a thousand pays how much?"

The suited man glanced awkwardly at Boss He, who gave a slight nod; the man then smiled and said, "Pays ten thousand!"

"Good! Then I’ll bet thirty thousand! Betting on my husband to win!"

Luo Ning decisively took out her phone and made the transfer, "I’m not here to gamble on money, but to show you guys, my husband will definitely win!"

"Ptui!"

The suited man couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Shaking his head, he said, "Beauty, this is your first time here, you probably haven’t seen how ferocious Ghost Head is."

"Your husband going up there, is purely seeking death..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Go and do your job!" Boss He scolded with a piercing gaze fixed on Luo Ning.

He had made up his mind, after Ghost Head cripples Mo Han, he would later exercise thoroughly with Luo Ning right in front of Mo Han...

At this time, Mo Han had already stepped up to the ring, with his hands clasped behind his back, his face showing indifference as he looked down from the stage.

Ghost Head across from him had not stepped down yet, and seeing that Mo Han didn’t even give him a proper look, he got angry.

"Kid, I’m going to tear you to shreds!"

Mo Han slowly extended two fingers and said calmly, "Two seconds! To take you down, I need at most two seconds!"

"Aaagh!"

Ghost Head had never seen such arrogance before, claiming to settle him in two seconds when even the toughest fighter at the dock, Duo Sang, wouldn’t dare to make such a claim. This guy was plainly courting death.

Before the referee had even entered the ring to announce the start, the restless crowd below had already begun to shout:

"Ghost Head! Beat him to death!"

"Ghost Head! I’ve bet two hundred thousand on you, you must knock him out within a minute!"

"Damn it, he’s still backing with his hands, acting all high and mighty! Ghost Head, cripple this guy’s limbs!"

Almost everyone was cheering for Ghost Head, and no wonder, since Tu Dou, who had won more than twenty consecutive fights, only lasted three minutes before being defeated by Ghost Head.

This guy, who looked so refined, how could he possibly be a match for Ghost Head?

In the crowd, only two people had different expressions.

Luo Ning knew that Mo Han could fight, and fight exceptionally well; he wasn’t even afraid of a dozen hoodlums chasing him with knives, let alone a bare-handed black market fighter?

The other person was Wang Liang, Boss He’s nephew. His expression was complex, not sure whether to be optimistic or pessimistic about Mo Han.

He knew the extent of Mo Han’s capabilities, someone who could single-handedly take down more than thirty workers was definitely not of poor skill.

But Ghost Head’s record was impressive, and most of the fighters who went up against him were KO’d by him. Who knows, he might indeed be able to take down Mo Han?

Then a referee wearing a blue vest and white gloves stepped into the ring. He spread his hands wide, clearing the space, then turned to Mo Han and said, "There are no rules in this contest, except that being thrown out of the ring counts as a loss!"

"Of course, you can also give up, but only after one minute!"

"Begin!"

Huff huff...

As the referee left the ring, the mood of the watching crowd hit a climax.

They looked at Mo Han on the stage, their faces filled with scorn.

This fool didn’t even inquire about Ghost Head, whos opponents who went up against him ended up either crippled or dead?

Ghost Head stretched out his hands and placed them on top of his head, enjoying the shouts of the crowd, then took a deep breath, and shouted at Mo Han, "Little wretch, come on!"

Mo Han extended two fingers, indicating he could take care of him in two seconds.

Ghost Head, furious, clenched his fists as big as sandbags and smashed them towards Mo Han’s face.

"There it is! Ghost Head’s hook punch!"

An avid gambler who often watched Ghost Head commented excitedly, "This is Ghost Head’s signature move, almost no one can dodge it..."

As he spoke, Mo Han shrugged his shoulder, dodging Ghost Head’s punch.

The gambler’s smile froze on his face as he awkwardly muttered, "That was an accident, an accident..."

"Ghost Head, damn it, get on him! Kill him!"

A failed strike made Ghost Head’s eyebrows furrow slightly, and just as he was about to throw a second punch, he saw Mo Han already stretching out his right hand, pummeling his stomach with rapid jabs.

This punch was clearly visible to the onlookers below the stage—slow and seemingly feeble. Even if Ghost Head was hit, it felt like nothing more than a tickle.

However!

In the next moment, everyone was stunned.

"Crack!"

A faint sound of breaking bones came from the stage, and then they saw Ghost Head clutching his stomach, writhing in pain on the ground.

"What the hell? Is Ghost Head feeling sick, got diarrhea or something?"

"Damn it! Diarrhea? How’s he gonna fight now?"