Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 39: Really No One Left_1

Chapter 39: Chapter 39: Really No One Left_1

Zhang Hao’s face became stiff, he knew Mo Han could fight, but he didn’t expect him to be so devilishly good, with more than a hundred and fifty men unable to get the better of him.

Wang Mengyao was also dumbstruck, muttering to herself incessantly, "Impossible! Impossible!"

"How could this be possible..."

In her view, a hundred and fifty against one, Mo Han absolutely wouldn’t have a chance of winning!

However, Mo Han was standing unharmed in his original spot; instead, the ground was densely littered with fallen men.

While they were stunned, Mo Han had knocked down another twenty or so people.

The remaining fifty-odd men, each one of them trembling with fear, didn’t dare to step forward.

They had been involved in gang fights before, and theoretically, even if they couldn’t win, they wouldn’t be scared.

But this man in front of them was just too freakishly strong; they hadn’t even managed to touch a corner of his clothes, making this fight unbelievably suffocating.

"Is that all you got?"

Mo Han sneered, then gestured towards He Chen with a crooked finger, "Come on!"

"Holy shit!"

He Chen was furious, "All of you fuckers get him for me; whoever manages to break one of his arms, I’ll reward them with two million!"

With the promise of a hefty reward, the initially disheartened fifty-odd men suddenly perked up, brandishing their weapons and charging forward.

"Bring it on!" Mo Han’s mouth curved slightly upward as he casually tossed aside the steel pipe and raised his fists to meet the oncoming attackers.

Like a wolf among sheep, Mo Han alternated between throwing punches and elbow strikes.

Wherever his hand landed, someone would inevitably hit the ground, howling in pain.

Soon enough, screams and groans filled the air, and the previously verdant forest path was abruptly stained the color of the setting sun’s blood.

Over fifty men simply could not hold up against Mo Han; they were either howling in pain, clutching their limbs, or lying on the ground spitting blood and tears.

"Bang!"

Mo Han sent the last man flying and once again walked towards He Chen with hands clasped behind his back.

He Chen had worn suits all his life and never once felt hot, but now, he felt like exploding.

More than a hundred and fifty brothers, all gone in such a short span of time!

As Mo Han approached, panic rose in He Chen’s heart; he knew he had hit an iron wall.

Joking aside, to be able to single-handedly take down more than a hundred and fifty people, this wasn’t an iron wall, it was a titanium alloy wall!

"Friend, I, He Chen, admit defeat! We are leaving..."

He Chen caved, opting to leave since he was no match.

"Wait!" Mo Han’s eyes narrowed as he spoke indifferently, "Did I say you could go?"

"Zhang Peng said you have over eight hundred underlings, but only about a hundred and fifty showed up."

"Call them!"

"Ah?" He Chen was stupefied, "What do you mean?"

Smack!

Mo Han slapped him across the face, "Don’t understand human speech? I damn well told you to call them!"

"Summon all your underlings to me..."

He Chen’s face turned green with anger, having seen arrogant people before, but never someone as arrogant as this.

This guy was even wilder than Nie Kuang, who had dominated Jiangling City single-handedly five years ago.

"Fine!" He Chen gritted his teeth and made a phone call, "Number Two! Where are the men I told you to bring?"

On the phone, Number Two was just as baffled, "Boss, didn’t Number Three go there?"

"Stop the crap and bring people over quickly!" He Chen rudely hung up the phone.

Soon after, Number Four arrived with over two hundred young gangsters.

Mo Han couldn’t be bothered to waste words and within less than ten minutes, he had laid all these men flat.

"Call them! Continue calling them!"

He Chen’s entire face turned the color of liver as he instructed Number Two to bring people over from the main base.

The three hundred plus men were the last of the Jucail Commercial Association’s reserves, far less skilled in combat than Number Three and Number Four.

In just five minutes, these men were also defeated by Mo Han.

"Fifty, a hundred and fifty, two hundred, three hundred..."

He Chen counted on his fingers, heartbroken; six hundred plus men and they couldn’t do a thing against Mo Han.

If he were to tell others, who would believe it? Yet such an unbelievable event had just happened, and to him, of all people.

Zhang Peng was numb by now, even he knew that Mo Han was no ordinary man and was someone he couldn’t afford to offend.

Damn it, how did I get entangled with this god of death?

Right! I have no enmity with him, so how did I get involved?

It was Wang Mengyao!

Suddenly realizing something, he sharply looked around, but Wang Mengyao was nowhere to be seen.

Taking advantage of the scuffle between Mo Han and the gangsters brought by Number Three, Wang Mengyao had already snuck out.

She felt a stifling resentment building in her heart, growing increasingly uncomfortable the more she thought about it, especially at the sight of Mo Han striding confidently with his hands behind his back, as though he was stepping on her.

Zhang Peng didn’t know Wang Mengyao’s thoughts; he assumed she had run off out of fear.

Thinking back to Mo Han’s ferocious actions, Zhang Peng also started to feel a hint of fear and took the opportunity to slip away unnoticed while no one was paying attention.

After dealing with the group led by Number Two, Mo Han once again walked over as he had before, "Call them!"

He Chen felt like crying but had no tears to shed, "Big brother, it’s not that I’m not cooperating..."

"I really have no one left..."

"I only have a total of eight hundred underlings, and today six hundred and seventy came; the rest are old, weak, sick, and left to look after the place. Even if they could come, they wouldn’t be a match for you."