Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 359: Ming Yong_1

Chapter 359: Chapter 359: Ming Yong_1

With that voice, Ming Cuilian’s body on the hospital bed trembled slightly, her eyes filled with panic.

The speaker was none other than Ming Yong, the very person responsible for breaking her shin with an iron rod that day.

Mo Han saw the fear in his godmother’s eyes and felt rage in his heart.

Although he was not Ming Cuilian’s biological son, she had raised him all these years.

He smiled faintly, holding Ming Cuilian’s wrist gently, and whispered, "Mom, it’s okay, I’m here."

The mention only made Ming Cuilian more panicked, "Han, you should hurry out the back door, don’t worry about mom."

"Ming Yong is not like those hoodlums from last time; he’s now with the Martial Alliance..."

Last time, Mo Han had dealt with Huang Mao and his gang, but Huang Mao was just a small-time thug.

The Martial Alliance was different; it was a place specifically for practicing martial arts, far stronger than any small-time thugs.

Ming Cuilian was worried that Mo Han would be at a disadvantage.

The Martial Alliance? Han Feng’s people? Old acquaintances again.

It seems that after this matter is settled, I’ll need to have a talk with President Han.

Mo Han laughed and then shook his head, "Mom, what does it matter if they are from the Martial Alliance? They can’t possibly be unreasonable, right?"

"Besides, I’m not a pushover."

As he spoke, he swung his fist through the air a few times.

Seeing Mo Han determined not to leave, Ming Cuilian felt moved but even more worried.

"Well, well, if it isn’t Cousin Mo Han?"

At this moment, a young man with coffee-colored foil curls, wearing a floral shirt and jeans, walked in, followed by four or five tattooed underlings, clearly not the sort to be trifled with.

As soon as the young man came in, a trace of joy appeared on his face. Initially, he had thought he wouldn’t collect any money today, especially since his second aunt’s place was so poor, a veritable slum.

But seeing Mo Han, he suddenly got excited.

Mo Han used to be well-off, and although he had fallen on hard times these past two years, a skinny camel is still bigger than a horse, not to mention he had married the beautiful heiress of Luo’s Group.

Even if Mo Han had no money, his beautiful wife surely had some.

"Ming Yong?"

Mo Han lifted his head, his gaze indifferent as he looked at the other party, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing Mo Han’s displeasure, Ming Yong’s gang behind him widened their eyes and moved in unison as if they were about to gang up and teach him a lesson.

"What am I doing here? That’s my cousin!" he said, "All of you, behave."

Ming Yong snorted through his nose and gestured with a big hand, but his entourage only stepped back halfway, their eyes still fixed sharply on Mo Han.

"Sorry about that, these are some brothers who have been following me since I joined the Martial Alliance."

"They are all rough men, not very acquainted with manners, and their attitude can be quite brash."

As he spoke, Ming Yong pulled out an IOU from his chest, spread it out with both hands, and drawled, "Cousin, why did you come for me just now?"

"Actually, it’s quite hard for me, your godmother borrowed fifty thousand from our family, has only paid back five thousand to-date, and with accrued interest of twenty thousand, she still owes us sixty-five thousand."

"It’s only right and proper to repay debts; even amongst close relatives, we should settle accounts clearly."

"This sixty-five thousand, when can you repay it?"

Fifty thousand? Interest of twenty thousand?

Ming Cuilian, struggling to sit up on the bed, heard these numbers and her head nearly exploded. She cried out desperately, "Ah Yong, I clearly borrowed only five thousand, how did it become fifty thousand?"

"And you said the interest was only two thousand before!"

"Second Aunt, it’s all written here in black and white, you think denying it will help?" Ming Yong sneered, holding the IOU high, making sure Ming Cuilian and Mo Han could see it.

Mo Han narrowed his eyes and looked up from below; the signature and thumbprint at the bottom of the IOU were indeed his godmother’s, but the number on the IOU had an extra zero clearly added afterward.

And as for the interest, there was nothing written on the IOU.

So he was here to extort money!

Thinking of this, Mo Han’s anger grew even more intense, and he said in a deep voice, "What goes around comes around, Ming Yong! Aren’t you afraid of retribution for framing my mom like this?"

"Retribution? What retribution?"

With his mind set on the money, Ming Yong was not going to give up easily. His smile faded, and he said icily, "Mo Han! I’m sick of arguing with you. I’m just asking you this, are you gonna pay the sixty-five thousand or not?"

"And what if I don’t pay?" Mo Han laughed, his smile radiant.

"How about that? Seems you won’t shed tears until you see the coffin!" Ming Yong scoffed, gesturing grandly, "Boys, loosen up my cousin’s joints."

"Right away!"

Upon hearing this, the underlings perked up. They started loosening up their joints, grinning viciously as they approached Mo Han.

Ming Cuilian forced herself to get off the bed, her tone sincere as she pleaded, "Ah Yong, I beg you, for the sake of us all being family..."

"Family? Each person is a fart of family!"

Ming Yong tore off the facade and said, "What is he of the Ming family? He’s nothing but a foundling, a mere mongrel!"

"He was just lucky to get into college and marry the heiress of the Luo Family. Otherwise, destined to face the dust and turn his back to the sky, he would have been nothing but the trashiest farmer loser!"

"Still dare not to pay the money? Hit him hard for me!"

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