Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 37: Survival of the Fittest_1

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Survival of the Fittest_1

Even from a distance of more than ten meters, Mo Han could still feel the hatred in Wang Mengyao’s eyes.

He stopped his electric scooter and slowly walked up to them, "Young Master Peng, that’s not very kind of you. I help you expose this hypocritical woman, and not only are you ungrateful, but you also bring people to block me?"

"Grateful to you?" Chen Peng spat a thick loogie, "Pah!"

"Damn it, the first person to put a green hat on me is you, you bastard!"

"I’ve been around Jiangling City for so long, and no one has ever dared to slap me in the face! You’re the damn first one!"

"Now with Brother Chen here today, let’s see how arrogant you can be!"

A green hat?

Mo Han was stunned for a moment, but after seeing the mocking smile on Wang Mengyao’s lips, he immediately understood.

Indeed, a woman’s heart is the most poisonous!

Unexpectedly, Wang Mengyao, in order to get revenge, actually splashed the dirty water on him.

Looking at Chen Peng’s state, even if he had a hundred mouths, he couldn’t clear his name.

With this thought in mind, Mo Han couldn’t be bothered to talk any further with these two and turned his gaze to Brother Chen in the blue suit, "Mr. He, are you sure you want to take action against an insignificant person like me?"

"Aren’t you afraid of tarnishing your reputation?"

This was both a probe and a threat!

If He Chen insisted on taking action against him, Mo Han would not show any mercy.

"Heh, kid, that trick doesn’t work on me," He Chen said, puffing on his cigar, expelling a thick cloud of smoke, "Take someone’s money to ward off disasters for them!"

"If you need to blame someone, just blame yourself for being blind and offending Young Master Peng."

"Today I’m in a good mood and don’t want to make things difficult for you. So, kneel down, slap yourself fifty times, and disable one of your hands. Then I can guarantee your safety," he proposed.

"However, if you dare resist..."

He chuckled coldly, blowing a puff of dense smoke towards Mo Han, "Heh-heh, then I’ll have no choice but to sever your tendons and throw you into the river!"

Mo Han dodged the smoke and said coldly, "Mr. He, isn’t that a bit too much?"

He Chen shrugged his shoulders with a playful tone, "Can’t help it, this world is survival of the fittest."

"I’ll give you five seconds to think about it."

"Five!"

"Four!"

As He Chen counted down, Zhang Peng could barely conceal his excitement, shouting eagerly, "Brother Chen, hurry and sever his limbs! I want him to kneel before me and call me grandpa!"

Wang Mengyao didn’t speak, but the joy on her face betrayed her thoughts.

She couldn’t wait for He Chen to have Mo Han carved up immediately.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

By the end of the countdown, He Chen could no longer keep up appearances. As Zhang Peng said, this kid was truly arrogant; he didn’t even give a damn about saving face.

Taking a strong drag on his cigar, He Chen gestured with his right hand, "Take him down!"

At He Chen’s command, the fifty or so thugs at the back rushed forward like a pack of wolves sighting their prey, brandishing their weapons and charging.

Ah Gui, with a bandage wrapped around his head, also carried a club and followed suit.

With so many people swarming in, the smiles on the faces of Zhang Peng and Wang Mengyao instantly bloomed.

He Chen remained calm; he stood straight, puffing on his cigar, slowly enjoying the performance of his subordinates.

He seemed to have already foreseen Mo Han begging for mercy, his limbs broken and brought before him, crying painfully after a mere ten seconds or so.

However, before he could pull another drag from his cigar, he heard a swoosh, and Mo Han’s figure suddenly disappeared.

When he reappeared, Mo Han’s whip kick sent Ah Gui, who was charging at the forefront, tumbling to the ground.

Then, with lightning speed, he delivered three more kicks, sending several attackers flying five or six meters away.

These men had just fallen and hadn’t had the chance to cry out in pain when several more quickly lay beside them, neatly sprawled on the ground like dumplings on a plate.

In the blink of an eye, more than fifty ruffians were kicked and sent flying a dozen or so meters.

The remaining thirty-some people looked at each other, hesitating to advance and dared not make a move.

Unfortunately, Mo Han didn’t give them the chance.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Before the crowd could react, Mo Han charged with a burst of speed, like a ferocious tiger pouncing into a flock of sheep.

After a flurry of punches and kicks, over thirty henchmen lay on the ground clutching their bellies, howling in agony, with various weapons scattered carelessly around them.

The scene unfolded too quickly.

He Chen was taken aback, swallowing hard, his face filled with disbelief.

He had heard from Chen Peng that this guy was quite a fighter, but damn, wasn’t this a bit too much?

The smiles on Chen Peng and Wang Mengtao’s faces instantly froze, feeling as disgusted as if they had swallowed flies.

How could this be?

It should be noted that He Chen’s men were not mere ruffians like Ah Gui; these were elite fighters who had survived various battles in the underground power struggles.

Under everyone’s gaze, Mo Han, with his hands clasped behind him, slowly walked up to He Chen and looked down on him from above.

He Chen had long made a name for himself in the underworld of Jiangling City; where had he ever suffered such contempt? A flame of anger shot up within him, and with a swift motion, he drew a short knife from behind and thrust it towards Mo Han’s chest.

The knife came suddenly, and the angle was tricky—especially since Mo Han had his hands behind his back, utterly unprepared to defend himself.

Zhang Peng and Wang Mengyao’s expressions brightened with anticipation; Brother Chen was indeed a big shot, decisive in his action. That knife was bound to hit...

"Snap!"

Unfortunately for them, their hopes were dashed.

Mo Han seemed to have anticipated He Chen’s move as he shrugged his shoulder to dodge the deadly thrust.

He Chen was shocked and tried to swing his knife again, but somehow Mo Han had already seized his arm.

Mo Han looked at He Chen with cold eyes and said indifferently, "You’re right, this world is indeed about the survival of the fittest."

With those words, he twisted his wrist; a crisp snapping sound came as the bones in the wrist broke.

He Chen screamed in agony, beads of sweat the size of soybeans streaming down his forehead continuously.

My God!

This is Brother Chen, the big name in the underworld of Jiangling City!

Mo Han actually dared to lay hands on Brother Chen? Was he not afraid for his life?

Zhang Peng’s lips quivered; he looked at Mo Han, feeling fear of this man for the first time.

Wang Mengyao was stunned speechless.

Suddenly, she felt that she had made a mistake in the past; if she hadn’t humiliated Mo Han back then and had chosen to help him instead, perhaps her life would be completely different...

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