Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 476: Give me a chance_1

Chapter 476: Chapter 476: Give me a chance_1

This voice! This tone! And this familiar oppressive feeling!

With a swoosh, Cheng Debiao suddenly turned around, and his gaze met Mo Han’s eyes.

In just an instant, he quickly lowered his head, not knowing how to begin speaking.

Damn it, how could this calamity be here!

Sun Shaohua had not noticed the change in Cheng Debiao’s expression. He followed suit, turning around, and scoffed, "Who the hell do you think you are to call the Family Head Cheng like that?"

"Don’t think you’re invincible just because He Chen is backing you up."

"This world is vast; you have no idea how many important figures are out there. In front of Mister Cheng, someone like He Chen is nothing but trash, not even daring to utter a peep!"

Mo Han remained silent; he folded his arms and watched with interest as Cheng Debiao’s face darkened and lightened.

"Fart your mom’s stinky farts!"

Suddenly, Cheng Debiao made his move. Without saying a word, he raised his arm and delivered a hefty slap to Sun Shaohua’s face.

"What the hell do I count for? In front of Mister Mo, I’m the trash here!"

"I was deluded for a moment by what your father said, which is why I waded into this muddled water..."

He truly regretted it; if he had known Mo Han was here, he definitely wouldn’t have come.

Mo Han gestured dismissively and said indifferently, "Don’t bother flattering me with high hats, Family Head Cheng. Simply put, what brings you here? Are you here to stand up for this young fellow?"

At this moment, He Chen snorted through his nose and interjected timely, "Mister Cheng, just a reminder, this kid didn’t just provoke me—he provoked Mister Mo!"

Boom!

Like a bolt from the blue, Cheng Debiao’s mouth twitched slightly. Only then did he recall the content of Sun Shaohua’s phone call:

"I’ve run into some trouble at the intersection of Tianxian Road and Jiefang Road—I’ve offended a friend of President He from the Jucail Commercial Association."

Damn, so He Chen’s friend was Mo Han!

Cheng Debiao’s heart was filled with regret, wishing he could invent a time machine to go back to before he answered Sun Shaohua’s call.

Unfortunately, there was no time machine in this world, and he had no way to go back.

With no other choice, he forced a smile and ingratiatingly said, "So Mister Mo is here too, what a coincidence."

Mo Han’s eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Don’t try to cozy up to me. Just answer what I asked you!"

This attitude stunned everyone present.

Could it be that this Mister Mo, who drives a Porsche, is this aggressive when he speaks? And looking at the situation, it seems that Mister Cheng is quite afraid of him?

No way? Mister Cheng is a prominent figure in the business world of Jiangnan City. In terms of relations and power, even President He of the Jucail Commercial Association dares not confront him head-on.

So why would he be so afraid of him?

It is no wonder they were puzzled, after all, only a handful knew what had really happened that day at Chuyun Manor.

That included Mister Cheng, the then-owner of Chuyun Manor.

At that time, to counter the Four Great Families of Jiangling City, he had joined forces with Nie Kuangtu, who had dominated Jiangling City seven years ago, and even spent a fortune hiring two experts from the cold-blooded Cangying Mercenary Group abroad.

Initially, Tang Guowei, Wen Tianning, and others had been pushed into a corner, but who would have thought that Mister Mo would emerge out of nowhere and, with just two or three moves—no, just half a move—defeated the Great Grandmaster Nie Kuangtu and the two S-grade experts from the Cangying Mercenary Group.

That wasn’t all; Mister Mo also had an unpredictable skill with silver needles and puppetry technique. Anyone he set his sights on never had a good end.

The Cao family father and son, who had previously offended Mister Mo, also met their unnatural deaths because of his silver needles.

Most importantly, to save his own life, Cheng Debiao had, under Mo Han’s coercion, personally killed Nie Kuangtu, submitting his declaration of allegiance.

In front of Mo Han, he felt significantly diminished, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

"Yes..."

Cheng Debiao nodded and relayed the entire story of Sun Liehu and Sun Shaohua calling him, even taking the initiative to confess that he had come reluctantly because he owed Sun Liehu a favor.

Even if Sun Shaohua were dumber, he would have guessed by now that this so-called fake Porsche driver was actually a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Not only did Jiangling City’s underworld big shot He Chen listen to him, but Cheng Debiao, one of Jiangnan City’s business magnates, also had to speak respectfully.

This time, he had truly kicked the iron plate!

With this realization, he fell to his knees in front of Mo Han with a thud, begging for mercy, "I’m sorry, big brother. I was wrong, truly wrong!"

"I shouldn’t have been driving recklessly in the hospital and on the road, and I especially shouldn’t have spit on your car. It’s all my fault! All my fault!"

Mo Han slowly lifted his head and glanced at Cheng Debiao. The latter shuddered and subsequently shrank back, pushing himself aside like a child who had done something wrong.

"Now you know to admit your wrongdoing. What were you doing earlier?"

Mo Han’s mouth quirked with a hint of self-mockery, "Sun Shaohua, if I were just a regular boss with no surname, would you kneel down and kowtow like this to apologize?"

"You wouldn’t!"

Without giving the other party a chance to reply, Mo Han answered his own question, "In the eyes of someone like you, because I drive a Porsche, I’m just trash, something people like you rich folk deserve to bully."

"Big brother, I was wrong!"

Sun Shaohua raised his head and clung to Mo Han’s legs, pleading, "Please give me another chance, I won’t ever dare to do it again..."

"Don’t touch me; you’ll dirty my shoes," Mo Han frowned, shifting his foot away and then turned to He Chen, "Old He, what do you think we should do about this?"

He Chen lowered his head and replied, "Whatever you say, Mister Mo..."

This...

Mo Han instantly felt it was not interesting anymore, but fortunately, Go Lao’er spoke up, "Mister Mo, I think this kid is pretty arrogant, always saying ’fuck this’ and ’fuck that’, as if he’s spewing filth!"

"In my opinion, since he likes spewing filth so much, we should just feed him more filth and let him experience the real feeling of spewing it!"

"What do you think?"