Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 51: One Hundred Thousand

Chapter 51: Chapter 51: One Hundred Thousand

"Go Lao’er, stop it!"

People’s reputation casts long shadows. Go Lao’er’s ruthlessness in Jiangling City was well-known, and Yellow Hair knew it all too well. Without a second thought, he knelt down with a thud, begging for mercy.

With his own older brother kneeling, Yellow Hair’s underlings naturally followed suit, kneeling and weeping for mercy.

Ming Cuilian didn’t know how Mo Han had come to know Go Lao’er. Although she disliked these hoodlums, she thought Go Lao’er was too cruel. She tugged at Mo Han’s sleeve, advising, "Han’er, show mercy where you can. Don’t go too far."

Mo Han could ignore what others said but he had to listen to his godmother.

"Hmm!"

Just as Yellow Hair and his men were pinned to the ground, about to be dealt with, Mo Han spoke up, "Wait!"

He walked over, hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "Who was it that flipped my mom’s stall just now?"

Yellow Hair didn’t want to have his limbs broken, so he quickly pointed at a bald underling beside him, "It was him, he did it."

The bald underling cursed inside, thinking how disloyal his boss was. Besides, it was his boss who had given the orders!

Mo Han asked, "Which hand did he use to flip it?"

"The right hand, no, the left hand, no, he used both hands to do it," Yellow Hair hastily replied.

Mo Han glanced at Go Lao’er, who quickly signaled with his eyes. Two strong men grabbed the bald underling’s wrists, one on each side, twisted hard, and with a snap, the bald man let out a miserable howl, realizing both his hands had been crippled.

"Who knocked over the stove and ladle?"

"And who was it that toppled the tables, chairs, bowls, and chopsticks?"

As Mo Han asked questions and Yellow Hair pointed fingers, Go Lao’er promptly crippled several more limbs.

People around them saw how Go Lao’er was taking orders from Mo Han, giving Ming Cuilian strange looks. They wondered why ’Big Sister Ming’, with such a powerful son, would need to set up a street stall.

But seeing Yellow Hair and his gang getting beaten up, they still felt pretty good about it. Serves them right!

Heh, it takes a villain to grind down another villain!

After all, Yellow Hair and his men had been bullying people around Liberation Street and forcefully collecting protection money.

"Big brother, I’m sorry, I was blind and didn’t recognize Mount Tai, and disturbed Auntie," Yellow Hair said, squeezing out a smile and ingratiatingly continued, "I promise, I’ll never collect protection money again. Just let me go, as if I were nothing but a fart."

"Let you go?" Mo Han chuckled, casting a look at the ground and said playfully, "Alright, eat all the noodles off the ground!"

Er...

Yellow Hair felt awkward, as the noodles on the ground were covered in dust and some bowls were even next to dog feces. How could he dare eat them?

"Not eating?" Mo Han squinted his eyes, coldly said, "My godmother made those noodles. You dare not eat them?"

"Go Lao’er..."

"No!" At the mention of Go Lao’er by Mo Han, Yellow Hair felt an immediate sense of panic, quickly responding, "I’ll eat! I’ll eat!"

Without further concern for filth, he bent down, grabbed the noodles from the ground, and stuffed them into his mouth.

He ate quickly, not noticing a clump of dog feces among the noodles.

By the time he swallowed, he realized what he’d done, and spat it out with a retch.

"Don’t spit it out!"

Go Lao’er kicked him, "If you dare to waste food again, I’ll chop you up!"

With tears in his eyes but no room for resistance, Yellow Hair continued to force down the noodles, picking them from the ground and stuffing them into his mouth.

After a full quarter of an hour, Yellow Hair had licked all the noodles clean from the ground. His throat and stomach churned with nausea, and he wanted to find a place to vomit, but with Mo Han and Go Lao’er standing beside him, he didn’t dare.

"Big brother, I finished eating. Can I go now?"

"You want to leave without paying? Trying to skip out on the bill?" Mo Han said with a cold laugh.

Yellow Hair was close to tears as he pulled out a hundred yuan from his pocket, "Big brother, I’ll pay, I’ll pay!"

Slap!

Before Mo Han could respond, Go Lao’er slapped him, "Motherfucker, Auntie Mo’s noodles are so delicious and you’re only paying a hundred yuan? Are you asking for death?"

"Then...how much should I pay?" Yellow Hair carefully inquired.

"One hundred thousand!" Go Lao’er snorted, "Without one hundred thousand, this isn’t over!"

A few bowls of noodles for one hundred thousand yuan? Only Go Lao’er could demand such an outrageous price.

Yellow Hair’s face fell. One hundred thousand? Where could he come up with such a sum now?

He emptied all the money from his pockets, plus what was in his WeChat account, rounding up to just over ten thousand yuan.

Mo Han didn’t want to drag things out, as he still had to buy a seventieth birthday gift for Old Lady Luo.

He kicked over Yellow Hair, his tone icy, "Today, for my mom’s sake, I’m sparing you a dog’s life!"

"However, if I ever hear about you collecting protection money again...Go Lao’er, I’ll take it up with you!"

Go Lao’er nodded quickly, "Mister Mo, please rest assured. If this bastard doesn’t learn his lesson, you don’t even need to say a word, and I’ll immediately sink him in Qiushui Lake to feed the fish."

"Alright, you can all scram now!"

Yellow Hair felt as if a huge weight had been lifted, and he scampered away.

Go Lao’er didn’t dare to overstep, offering a respectful bow before tremblingly leaving.

"Big Sister Ming, your son is really something!"

"Exactly, Yellow Hair and his gang have been plaguing the neighborhood for months, and even Sir and his folks couldn’t handle them. But once Big Sister Ming’s son acted, they all knelt down..."

"If only my son Strong could be half as good as Sister Ming’s boy, I wouldn’t have to worry..."

Seeing Yellow Hair and his men beat a hasty retreat, the neighbors applauded and praised Ming Cuilian, declaring she had raised a good son. Some who were not in the know even inquired whether Mo Han was married, hoping to match him with their daughters.

It had been a long time since Ming Cuilian heard such praise. As someone not used to the attention, she quickly pulled her son back into their rental.

This was Mo Han’s first visit to his godmother’s rental room. Seeing the cramped, appliance-free, ten-square-meter space, he felt a lump form in his throat and a sourness in his nose.

"Mom, let me find you a new place to live..."

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