Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 47: Mo Han, You Said You Don’t Know Martial Arts?_1

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Mo Han, You Said You Don’t Know Martial Arts?_1

"Go Lao’er, do you think you’re tough?"

Mo Han looked down at Go Lao’er, speaking indifferently, "Bringing these people here for what? Want me to help them loosen their bones?"

Go Lao’er’s mouth twitched, and he explained with a bitter smile, "Mister Mo, I’m sorry, I was wrong."

"It was Xu Gang who called Brother Chen, saying he’d offer five million to help deal with someone..."

"Brother Chen asked me to bring some brothers with minor injuries to pad our numbers, just to intimidate someone."

"I really had no idea Xu Gang was targeting you, Mister Mo. If I knew, even with a hundred times the courage, I wouldn’t have dared!"

"Heh heh..." Mo Han sneered coldly, "So you’re saying that if it were someone else, you would’ve helped Xu Gang break their limbs and even castrate them?"

Go Lao’er bowed his head, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Smack!

Mo Han slapped him, sending Go Lao’er’s two front teeth flying.

"Go Lao’er, did you forget what the hell I said this morning so quickly?"

"I’m sorry!" Even being hit in front of so many people, Go Lao’er didn’t dare to complain, "I won’t dare to do it again!"

"Mister Mo, please, I beg you, spare me!"

Mo Han shook his head, his gaze falling dispassionately on the short knife hanging by Go Lao’er’s waist, "You have to own up to your mistakes, stand tall when you’re being punished."

"You’ll have to start eating with your left hand from now on!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Go Lao’er sighed in relief. Gritting his teeth, he violently pulled out the short knife from his waist and stabbed it into his right palm.

With a swift slice, blood spurted out.

It was only a matter of time before Go Lao’er’s entire right hand was soaked in red.

Go Lao’er proved to be quite the man, for even as the blood kept flowing, he didn’t let out a single grunt.

Mo Han’s eyes held a flicker of admiration as his right hand quickly pressed several acupoints on Go Lao’er’s body, stopping the bleeding instantly.

"We’ll let this slide for now, but if there’s a next time..."

"There won’t be! Absolutely not!" Go Lao’er hastily nodded.

"Hmm." Mo Han nodded slightly and turned to leave, as he still had to take his wife and child to McDonald’s for some fries.

But before he left, he still had a parting message for Go Lao’er.

"I really don’t like these two people..."

Go Lao’er’s eyes darted about as he quickly nodded, "Understood! Understood!"

Watching Mo Han ride away on his electric bike, leisurely leaving Baiyun Street with his wife and child, Go Lao’er let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing suddenly to the ground.

Seeing the once high and mighty Go Lao’er acting submissive like a grandson in front of Mo Han, Xu Gang and Guo Mengying felt both discomfort and confusion.

They had gone to great lengths to find a backer, and all for naught—not only did he kneel in front of Mo Han, but he also crippled his own arm. There was no way to make sense of this.

That was totally bizarre!

Guo Mengying stepped forward and questioned, "Second Brother Go, is this how Jucail Commercial Association conducts its business?"

"Brother Chen took a two million deposit from my husband, and now, not only have you guys failed to handle the matter, you also knelt down and stabbed yourself?"

"Useless! You’re just plain useless!"

Xu Gang also felt uncomfortable, "Second Brother Go, I don’t care what identity Mo Han has or what his relationship with you guys is, you took my money, and you have to deal with him for me!"

"Now that you haven’t fixed the person and still took my money, this isn’t over!"

"You go back and tell Brother Chen, either find someone to take care of Mo Han or return my two million and compensate me with an additional five million for damages..."

Go Lao’er’s eyes began to chill, and he finally understood why Mister Mo didn’t like these two people. He really didn’t like them either now.

Watching the two drive away, Go Lao’er dialed the boss’s number.

"Hello, Brother Chen, it’s me."

"The person Xu Gang asked me to deal with was Mister Mo..."

"What!" On the phone, He Chen was shocked, "Mister Mo? Lao’er, you didn’t act impulsively, did you?"

"No." Go Lao’er let out a bitter smile, "But from now on, I’ll have to eat with the other hand..."

After briefly explaining the situation, he said softly, "Mister Mo mentioned he really dislikes these two people, Brother Chen, what should we do?"

After a three-second silence on the phone, He Chen’s icy voice finally came through, "Then make them disappear, and remember to act swiftly."

"Alright!"

After hanging up, a smile crept onto Go Lao’er’s face.

...

On Huan Chuan Avenue, Xu Gang drove out of Baiyun Street with a gloomy face, while Guo Mengying, sitting in the passenger seat, was also in a bad mood, cursing non-stop since getting into the car.

As Xu Gang grew increasingly annoyed by the noise, he simply parked the car on the roadside, rolled down the window, and began to smoke.

Guo Mengying, as usual, took out a lipstick from her bag and started applying it while looking in the mirror.

Just then, a dump truck with its license plate covered in mud suddenly charged downhill in the wrong direction.

Seeing the fast-approaching dump truck in the rearview mirror, Xu Gang quickly started the car and gripped the steering wheel tightly, while Guo Mengying, frightened, dropped her lipstick.

Unfortunately, the dump truck was moving too fast, and before Xu Gang could react, it had already charged down.

Bang!

The black BMW 7 Series’ front end was smashed to pieces in an instant, airbags deployed, but they still couldn’t save Xu Gang and Guo Mengying. Both of them bled from every orifice, dead beyond any doubt.

...

At Wuyue Plaza, McDonald’s.

Mo Han received an apologetic call from He Chen, responding casually before swiftly hanging up.

Mo Xiaochen was happily dipping fries in ketchup.

Luo Ning propped her cheek with one hand, focusing her intent gaze on Mo Han across the table, "Spill it, how do you know martial arts?"

Mo Han scratched his head, "Martial arts? I don’t know any..."

He truly didn’t know martial arts; all these techniques were the legacy bestowed to him by the Purple Sky Medical Immortal, Ye Lingfeng.

"Mo Han, still claiming you don’t know martial arts!" Luo Ning said unhappily, "Tell me, how did you beat those thugs just now?"

"Uh..." Mo Han felt overwhelmed, "I... I was born with superhuman strength!"