Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 363: Rebuke_1

Chapter 363: Chapter 363: Rebuke_1

"Mister Mo, you’ve misunderstood,"

"I merely slept with that girl Ming Fang a few times; I never intended to have any sort of relationship with her."

In a bid for survival, Brother Hu hurriedly spoke, "This Ming Yong just wanted to use my name to scare people."

"I, Wang Yihu, swear to heaven that if there is a single lie, may I be struck by thunder!"

Ming Fang, the biological younger sister of Ming Yong.

In Ming Family Village, Ming Fang was known for her beauty, blossoming from a young age. After going to school in the city and learning how to dress up, a string of male classmates followed her, endlessly pursuing her.

But although Ming Fang was pretty, she had a heart that was anything but kind.

As a child, she took advantage of her brother Ming Yong to bully her classmates. A fatherless Mo Han was among those she tormented.

As he watched Ming Yong sink into unconsciousness, thoughts of the past surfaced in Mo Han’s mind, recalling how Ming Fang, along with her brother, had cornered him in the schoolyard, punishing him merely for accidentally stepping on her shoes.

In a flash, fifteen or sixteen years had passed...

"Let’s set aside his matter for the moment."

"Brother Hu, shall we talk about our business?"

Mo Han brought his thoughts back to the present and smiled at Brother Hu. To Brother Hu, that smile seemed devilishly frightening.

He shivered all over, his legs giving out as he knelt down, "Mister Mo, please spare my life! Mister Mo, spare my life!"

"Spare your life? Brother Hu, you’ve misunderstood me. Why would I want your life?"

Mo Han said with a light smile, "Just now you mentioned taking one of my legs. I am a man who believes in fairness; I insist, break one of your legs, please."

"Just a friendly reminder—Zhang Da is on his way..."

The mention of Zhang Da caused Brother Hu’s entire body to stiffen with fear.

If Brother Da came and he had not settled things with Mister Mo, he feared he would face at least a hundred lashes.

Just thinking about the might of the Nine Serpent Whip, and how even the stout Leng Te couldn’t bear it, let alone him...

Brother Hu shuddered, gritted his teeth fiercely, and shouted at his subordinates, "Someone, bring the iron rod!"

Soon, a subordinate handed over a half-meter long iron rod.

Without hesitation, Brother Hu took the iron rod and smashed his left leg with full force.

"Bang!"

This was followed by a crack, evidently the sound of a bone breaking.

"Ah!"

Brother Hu tossed aside the iron rod, letting out a scream of utmost agony.

His face was pale as death, with cold sweat raining down his forehead, a hint of fear flickering in his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, his calf was bent at a ninety-degree angle; without the healing hands of a divine doctor like Mo Han, it would be impossible to recover in this lifetime.

Brother Hu endured the pain and lifted his head, squeezing out a smile, "Mister Mo... Mister Mo, are you satisfied now?"

"Not bad."

Mo Han nodded slightly, about to continue speaking when he suddenly heard a knocking from outside the door.

Then, a middle-aged man dressed in a strong suit bowed and said, "Mister Mo, may I come in?"

"Oh, it’s Vice President Zhang."

Seeing the visitor, Mo Han smiled and said, "Come in."

As soon as Zhang Da entered, he saw Brother Hu lying on the ground with a broken leg. Without saying a word, he kicked him fiercely, "Wang Yihu, son of a bitch, who gave you the guts to provoke Mister Mo? Do you want to die?"

Brother Hu didn’t dare to move and took the kick. He then looked at Mo Han with pleading eyes.

"Vice President Zhang, let’s leave it at that. Brother Hu was misled and didn’t understand the situation when he came here."

Mo Han waved his hand, his voice turning cold as he admonished, "However, in recent times, the Martial Alliance’s oppression of the common people hasn’t been negligible."

"The Martial Alliance exists to protect the people of Jiuzhou, a point which I believe Vice President Zhang understands better than anyone!"

"If such incidents happen again, not only will the Martial Alliance’s reputation be jeopardized, but other organizations will not stand idly by. Then it would spell disaster for the Martial Alliance."

"Go back and discuss with President Han; during regular training, also offer some classes, tightly control your members. Any problem with that?"

This tone was clearly that of a big brother lecturing his junior, yet Zhang Da didn’t feel the slightest repulse; instead, he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"After I return, I will discuss with the president about setting aside two hours daily for the members to learn about propriety, righteousness, integrity, and shame and to write a report every week. Does that sound good?"

"Hmm." Mo Han nodded his head.

Seeing that he was no longer pursuing the matter, Zhang Da and Brother Hu simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ding-a-ling-ling..."

Just then, the mobile phone in Mo Han’s pocket rang. It was Luo Ning.

Mo Han quickly shushed the room and signaled everyone to be quiet before answering the call, "Hello, Ning’er, I’m here. Has Mom returned?"

On the phone, Luo Ning spoke anxiously, "Mo Han, where are you? I have news about Mom; you need to come back quickly..."

"Alright, I’ll be right there."

Mo Han responded and hung up, but he frowned slightly.

How could Ning’er know anything about Yang Meifeng?

But right now, he didn’t have the luxury of contemplation. Glancing at his mother lying on the hospital bed, Mo Han instructed Zhang Da, "Vice President Zhang, please keep an eye on my godmother for me; she’ll wake up in half an hour."

"Just tell her you’re a friend of mine, no need to be too formal."

"And don’t mention my business."

Zhang Da quickly nodded, "Okay..."

But now Brother Hu was feeling troubled. He scratched his head and gestured at the unconscious Ming Yong, saying, "Mister Mo, how should we deal with this beast?"