Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 50: Dare to Come and Collect_1

Chapter 50: Chapter 50: Dare to Come and Collect_1

"Ah!"

Blondie let out a blood-curdling scream as he felt his bones might break under the crushing weight.

"You’re dead!"

The newcomer was Mo Han, who had just parked his electric bike nearby and witnessed Blondie and his gang robbing his godmother’s fanny pack.

His godmother had raised him. She had always treated him like her own son. Seeing her bullied, Mo Han had been seething with rage.

The gang members saw someone daring to lay hands on their boss and quickly picked up chairs to slam down on the assailant.

Bang!

Mo Han flipped and landed a whip kick, sending the attacker flying.

Blondie’s gang ruled over Liberation Street, used to intimidating others, with no one ever daring to fight back.

But now, this young man was resisting, and even striking them first—wasn’t his bravery a bit too much?

With the help of his minions, Blondie stood up, a cold glint in his eyes, "Motherfucker, you dare hit me?"

"Brothers, take him down!"

At his word, two gang members pulled out daggers from their waistbands and charged at Mo Han.

"Han’er, be careful!"

Ming Cuilian swiftly called out a warning.

The onlookers sucked in a breath; Blondie’s group was notorious for their ruthlessness and were not to be trifled with.

Some scared girls who couldn’t stomach the violence cried out and ran away.

Facing the incoming daggers, Mo Han didn’t even glance their way. He dodged to the side with agility.

With a counter-move, he grabbed both attackers’ arms and twisted forcefully.

Crack!

The two gang members screamed like dying pigs, rolling on the ground in agony, clutching their arms.

Seeing Mo Han’s ferocity, Blondie panicked a bit and took several steps back, threatening, "Kid, what do you think you’re doing? I warn you, I’m with the Jucail Commercial Association..."

Jucail Commercial Association?

Again, the Jucail Commercial Association!

Mo Han’s face turned steely as he slapped Blondie hard.

Slap!

Blondie’s nose and mouth poured blood, but he defiantly spat out, "Son of a bitch! You dare hit me?"

"I fucking roll with Go Lao’er!"

"Go Lao’er, huh?" Mo Han scoffed, pulled out a phone, and dialed a number, "Give me five minutes, tell Go Lao’er to come to the Liberation Street, opposite the Chenyuan Supermarket!"

Seeing her son not only unharmed but also laying a few people out, Ming Cuilian heaved a sigh of relief. She stepped forward, grabbing her son’s hand, "Han’er, let’s leave it at this. You should leave quickly..."

"Mom, it’s okay. Rest for a while," Mo Han replied with a slight smile, "I’ll handle this."

Seeing her son so confident and self-assured, Ming Cuilian hesitated before saying, "Alright, just be careful not to escalate things. Remember your wife and child..."

Mo Han nodded and started to pick up the bills scattered on the ground.

The breakfast joint was a mess: broken cookware, kicked-over boilers, scattered tables, chairs, and dishes—utterly dismal.

Seeing his mother’s hand-rolled noodles dirtied with dust and mud on the ground, Mo Han’s expression turned icy cold.

Meanwhile, Go Lao’er, having received a call from his boss, was rushing towards the old city district with his followers like a madman.

Panting...

Upon seeing the Chenyuan Supermarket sign, Go Lao’er caught his breath, feeling both aggrieved and puzzled.

Since last night he’d been in the hospital, receiving treatment and hadn’t been out. What could have possibly provoked Mo Han, a known killing god?

"Lao’er, Mister Mo is over there!"

An observant underling noticed Mo Han across the street and quickly alerted him.

Go Lao’er hurriedly led his men over.

"Mister Mo!"

Seeing Mo Han, Go Lao’er, undeterred by the injury on his right hand, bent over and respectfully bowed.

Mo Han glanced at him, then turned to Blondie and asked indifferently, "Go Lao’er, do you recognize this person?"

Go Lao’er scrutinized Blondie for a full ten seconds before shaking his head, "Mister Mo, I don’t know him."

Go Lao’er?

Fuck! It really is Go Lao’er!

Blondie hurried forward, "Lao’er, my name is Yellow Dog, and Black Skin is my brother..."

Black Skin, one of Go Lao’er’s underlings, was one of the least significant.

As a smart man, Go Lao’er immediately understood that Yellow Dog had crossed Mister Mo.

Bang!

Go Lao’er’s knee slammed upward, sending Blondie doubling over with a grip on his stomach.

"Not bad, Go Lao’er, your underling’s underling is extorting protection money all the way up to my mother," Mo Han said with a cold laugh, flicking the freshly picked hundred-yuan bill, "Alright, the money is right here. If you’ve got the guts, come and take it!"

Extort protection money from Mister Mo?

Isn’t that like an old man eating arsenic because he thinks he’s lived too long?

Even with a hundred times the courage, Go Lao’er wouldn’t dare step forward to take the money.

"Mister Mo, don’t listen to this Yellow Dog’s nonsense. Black Skin has already been expelled from the association," Go Lao’er said urgently, "This Yellow Dog has absolutely nothing to do with Jucail Commercial Association or with me, I swear to the heavens!"

"Oh? Really no connection?" Mo Han asked teasingly, "Then what do you suggest we do?"

"Truly no connection," Go Lao’er replied with a couple of nervous laughs and then his face hardened as he turned a cold gaze to Blondie, "You’ve got some nerve, trying to extort protection money from my aunt!"

"Bring them in, beat these dogs to death for me! Then dump their bodies in the river to feed the fish!"

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