Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 468: A Bit of Grit_1

Chapter 468: Chapter 468: A Bit of Grit_1

"Friend, you’ve been following me since leaving the hospital, continuously cutting off my car. If we’re talking about arrogance, I’m afraid no one can top you, right?"

Mo Han sized up the person across from him, a man around 23 or 24 years old, wearing branded clothes and looking like he came from a well-off family. However, his speech and behavior were very frivolous and lacked breeding.

"Fuck your mother, you dare to talk back to me? You’re just a poor loser. What gives you the right to speak to me?"

Sun Shaohua was furious. Seeing that the other party was not only refusing to apologize but was also challenging him, his face became rapidly somber, and his speech grew more and more arrogant.

"Do you know what kind of car this is? A BMW 730I, including optional features, it’s worth over one and a half million on the road!"

"For fuck’s sake, you dared to overtake my car at the hospital. Aren’t you afraid of scratching my car?"

Mo Han calmly looked at the other party and said indifferently, "First of all, how much your car is worth has nothing to do with me."

"Secondly, I have absolute confidence in my car and my driving skills, there’s no way I would scrape yours!"

"Finally! I was driving normally at the hospital, it was you who tried to cut in front of me. Even if an accident had occurred, it would have been entirely your fault!"

"Got it?"

"Understand my ass!"

Sun Shaohua angrily said, "Are you asking for a beating?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, poised to slap Mo Han across the face.

In Jiangnan City, leveraging his status as the young head of the Menghu Gang, he had bullied many people. Even in Jiangling City, he remained unbridled.

"Mouthing off all the time, didn’t your mom teach you to respect others?"

Mo Han raised his right hand and grabbed Sun Shaohua’s arm.

Sun Shaohua struggled a few times but found that he couldn’t break free immediately, which left him somewhat dazed.

Despite being pampered from a young age, he appeared to be nothing more than a spoiled brat. Yet, his taekwondo skills were not bad, holding a fourth-degree black belt—not just any three or five hooligans could get near him.

But the owner of this Porsche was a bit odd; his grip was unusually strong. No matter how Sun Shaohua tried, he couldn’t free himself.

"Brother Hua! Brother Hua, have you taken care of that idiot?"

Just then, a flamboyant girl alighted from the co-driver’s seat of the BMW, a girl around 25 or 26 years old with a delicate face and big eyes, dressed head to toe in Chanel, a standard internet influencer look.

The moment she stepped out and saw Mo Han holding Sun Shaohua’s wrist, she became furious, charging forward with her handbag in tow and scolding, "What are you, a poor jerk doing? How dare you grab Brother Hua’s hand, do you have a death wish?"

Mo Han briefly glanced at the girl, then coldly said, "This doesn’t concern you, get lost!"

"Telling me to get lost? I, Xue Baobao, have never seen someone so arrogant!"

The girl snorted through her nose and took out her phone from her bag, threatening, "I’m not afraid to tell you, I, Xue Baobao, have six million followers on Douyin and twenty million on Weibo!"

"Just wait till I take your photo now and post it in my live stream, in less than an hour, you’ll be doxxed!"

"By then, not only will you suffer, but your family won’t be able to hold their heads up either!"

Turns out she really was an online influencer!

Mo Han sneered inwardly but completely ignored Xue Baobao’s threat.

He intensified his grip, causing Sun Shaohua to wail in pain, "Ah! Fuck your mother, what the hell do you want!"

"Apologize!"

Mo Han coldly stated, "Apologize for your reckless lane-cutting that almost caused a traffic accident just now!"

"If I hadn’t swerved to avoid you, not only would your car have been in an accident, the cars behind us would have ended up in a pile-up!"

Sun Shaohua, arrogant as he was, to apologize to some loser driving a Porsche was out of the question!

"Impossible!" He snorted coldly, angrily saying, "Apologize to you? Absolutely impossible!"

"You have the guts to release me; I’ll call my boys to finish you off right now!"

Call for backup?

Mo Han laughed, suddenly releasing his wrist and looked at the other disdainfully, "Okay, go ahead, call. I’m curious to see who will come back you up!"

"Good! You’ve got balls!"

Sun Shaohua moved his wrist around and then went back into the car, taking out a phone to dial a number.

Beep beep beep...

When the call connected, Sun Shaohua stared coldly at Mo Han from the car and said, "Hey, Xiao Gao! I’m being beaten up in Jiangling City, and they’re threatening me. Hurry up and bring some guys over to give him a good thrashing!"

"I’ve already sent you my location on WeChat. Remember to bring more people; this guy’s got some skill!"

After hanging up, Sun Shaohua got out of the car, looking provocatively at Mo Han, "Not running away? At least you’ve got some guts."

"Today, I want to see just how tough your bones really are!"

"I don’t know if my bones are tough, but I know yours probably aren’t," Mo Han shot back fearlessly, loosening up his wrist. It had been days since he’d been in a fight, and he was itching for one.

"Damn it, just you wait!"

Sun Shaohua couldn’t win the argument against Mo Han and threatened as he left.

About five minutes later, a blue GTR roaring from a distance approached rapidly.

Following the GTR were four minivans.

Before long, the cars pulled up to the curb at the same time, and from the four minivans alighted seventeen or eighteen brawny men, all armed with steel pipes and baseball bats, looking menacing.

The driver’s door of the GTR opened, and Zhao Tiangao, wearing a Versace tee, slowly got out and shouted after clearing his throat, "Brother Hua, who’s the blind fool who dared to challenge you?"