Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 29: The Wicked Will Be Punished by Heaven_1

Chapter 29: Chapter 29: The Wicked Will Be Punished by Heaven_1

"Hahaha!"

Cao Xiongbin laughed, laughter bending his waist.

As the sole heir of the Cao Family’s three branches passed down through generations, his father had never laid a hand on him since his childhood. Now this man surnamed Mo claimed his father would kill him?

Wasn’t that nonsense?

"I think you’ve gone mad with hysteria! My dad kill me?"

However!

The next second, his laughter abruptly stopped.

In his view, Cao Yunwei fished out a Golden Desert Eagle from his suit pocket and aimed the dark muzzle directly at him.

"Dad!"

Cao Xiongbin instantly broke into a sweat, his hands raised in front of his chest, struggling to speak, "Dad, what’s wrong with you? I’m your son!"

"You wouldn’t really want to kill me, would you?"

"If you killed me, you wouldn’t have a son anymore, and the Cao Family line would end!"

Cao Yunwei didn’t know how to explain; he only felt a sudden numbness in his arm, which then stopped obeying his commands.

The most painful part was that he now wanted to speak, but something seemed to block his throat, rendering him utterly speechless.

He had been fine just moments ago, so how could things have changed so suddenly?

Xiong Lu, standing nearby, was stunned.

What kind of game were this father and son playing? Why had President Cao suddenly aimed a gun at his son?

Wait a minute!

Her eyes flickered as she suddenly recalled what Mo Han had said just before.

"It’s not me who kills, it’s you!"

Combining that sentence with President Cao’s current behavior, Xiong Lu suddenly had a wildly bold thought—could this nobody have done it?

After a brief moment of shock, Cao Yunwei also realized what was happening; he looked towards Mo Han, to see the latter slowly raising his hand, making a goodbye gesture.

Right after that, his index finger pulled the trigger against his will.

"Bang!"

Cao Xiongbin fell to the ground, a peanut-sized hole in his forehead, blood flowing from the wound down to his chin.

His eyes were wide with disbelief, unable to accept that his father had truly pulled the trigger.

"Ah!"

Xiong Lu screamed out loud. It was her first time witnessing a murder, unable to contain her emotions.

With her scream, Tang Chuchu and the Hidden Guards finally snapped out of it.

Cao Yunwei’s eyes were fiery red as he glared furiously at Mo Han, "You! You killed Bin!"

Since pulling the trigger, he had been able to speak again.

"President Cao, don’t talk nonsense. It was clearly you who killed your son just now!" Tang Chuchu stepped in front of Mo Han and said.

Cao Yunwei didn’t understand why he had suddenly acted that way, but subconsciously, he felt it was Mo Han’s doing.

Actually, his instincts were correct.

This was the Puppetry Technique, with two silver needles pricked into the back of Cao Yunwei’s hand and controlled with Purple Cloud True Qi, one could easily manipulate another’s actions.

Mo Han hadn’t wanted to resort to this method, but after considering it, only this tactic wouldn’t be suspected by anyone; even if they had suspicions, they had no evidence.

The reason for killing Cao Xiongbin was manifold.

Daring to defile Ning’er, sending people to abduct her from the hospital, and then attempting to humiliate her in front of him. If such scum wasn’t eliminated, they would undoubtedly cause more trouble later on.

"I’m going to kill you! Kill you!" Cao Yunwei yelled, his right index finger desperately pulling the trigger.

However!

No matter how hard he tried, both the strength of a breastfeeding effort and his stubbornness in switching to the left hand failed to pull the trigger.

"Protect Miss!"

Several camouflaged security rushed forward to shout, protecting Tang Chuchu while shooting tranquilizer darts at Cao Yunwei.

Just at that moment!

The Desert Eagle’s direction shifted.

Bang!

Xiong Lu, who had just been standing with her arms crossed and a mocking expression on her face, took a bullet to the forehead and collapsed.

Before anyone could react, Cao Yunwei aimed the gun at his own temple and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Like a watermelon splitting open, Cao Yunwei’s head burst, and he fell into a pool of blood.

Silence!

The room fell into utter stillness!

Had Cao Yunwei truly gone mad?

One second he was clamoring to kill Mo Han, the next, why did he kill his own people and then himself?

Before such a bizarre scene, everyone held their breath, speechless, all eyes filled with puzzled and bewildered gazes upon Mo Han.

Although there was no evidence to implicate Mo Han, they all had an intuition that he was undoubtedly involved.

"It’s a ghost! A ghost!"

Unable to bear the shock, someone cried out, clutching their head before fleeing.

...

Looking at the two bodies now covered with white sheets, Tang Chuchu was confused.

She held her forehead, her head throbbing.

"Did you do it?"

She lifted her head, looking at Mo Han, her tone uncertain.

Mo Han didn’t answer; he turned and walked out.

Before leaving, he lit a cigarette, took a harsh drag, then slowly exhaled a ring of smoke.

"Evildoers will meet their fate, Miss Tang, go rest."