Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 624: He Chen Cried_1

Chapter 624: Chapter 624: He Chen Cried_1

Seeing a tall, black-clad man over six feet tall with a lean figure applauding on the third floor, He Chen’s face darkened.

He did not recognize this man, who must be a thorn that had come from out of town.

But why would this thorn kidnap Mister Mo’s daughter, who exactly sent him?

He Chen frowned and asked coldly, "Who are you? Why did you kidnap Mo Xiaochen?"

"Who I am is none of your business."

Che Renkang stood with his hands clasped behind his back and his head held high, radiating an air of superiority, "Where is Mo Han?"

Huh?

Hearing the other party’s awkward Jiuzhou dialect, clearly a foreigner, He Chen had a flash of insight and said sternly, "You’re Goryeo!"

"I got it, you’re from Park’s Bio!"

Che Renkang furrowed his brow, the other party actually guessed he was from Park’s Bio, it seemed likely that He Chen might know about the kidnapping of the second young master.

With this thought, his expression turned suddenly cold, "Mister He, where is our second young master?"

As expected! Definitely a man from Park’s Bio!

He Chen was shocked, but he pretended to be calm and said, "What second young master? I don’t know what you’re talking about. I warn you, this is Jiangling City, my turf. If you don’t want to die, you’d better hand over Mo Xiaochen swiftly!"

"Bring her out!"

Che Renkang snapped his fingers, and a team member brought out the bound Mo Xiaochen.

Upon seeing He Chen, Mo Xiaochen cried out, "Uncle He, save Chen Chen..."

But before Mo Xiaochen could say more, the team member stuffed a towel into Chen Chen’s mouth.

Seeing Mo Xiaochen tied up like a zongzi, He Chen’s anger flared, and he quickly spoke up, "Chen Chen, don’t be afraid! Uncle He will save you now!"

"Save her? Better think about yourself!"

Che Renkang snorted coldly and snapped his fingers again, and Scarface emerged from a corner.

"Teach him a lesson, Ssimee Da."

"Yes!"

Scarface nodded in response and then looked down from the third floor at He Chen and his men, mere thugs, hardly worth slipping between his teeth.

He rotated his wrists, stretched his limbs, then leapt from the third floor and landed firmly, without a scratch.

"Come and meet your demise!"

Scarface beckoned He Chen and his men with a crooked index finger, full of provocation.

He Chen considered himself a trained fighter, not as skilled as professional martial artists but more than capable of taking down a few men effortlessly.

Confronted with such a challenge, he took off his suit jacket and got ready to fight, "Come on!"

"Brother, why use a cleaver to kill a chicken? We can handle it!"

At this moment, they blocked in front of He Chen.

"Nothing but trash."

Scarface sneered and with a firm tap of the toe, his body shot forward in a flash.

The henchmen in front of He Chen hadn’t even reacted before they saw Scarface charging at them.

Bang!

Without any fancy moves, just a straight punch sent the two frontmost henchmen flying, spewing blood as they collapsed to the ground.

Bang! Bang!

Another sweeping leg took down four more in an instant.

In just a brief face-off, six of the fourteen henchmen were down.

He Chen’s face grew serious; the man with the scar on his face was frighteningly skilled, and his own men clearly stood no chance against him.

But he knew that this was no time to back down.

"Step aside!"

With that thought, He Chen pushed the henchmen in front of him away and swung his fist, as big as a sandbag, at Scarface.

Scarface didn’t even dodge, taking He Chen’s punch straight on.

He scoffed and brushed off the dust, speaking with disdain, "That’s all you’ve got?"

"Let me teach you how to punch!"

Saying so, Scarface suddenly raised his right hand and hammered a heavy punch into He Chen’s stomach.

Bang!

He Chen felt as if he had been struck by a truck, flying back five or six meters.

Falling to the ground unable to get up, He Chen spat out blood; it felt as if his bones had fallen apart.

"Big brother!"

The remaining henchmen rushed towards He Chen.

However, Scarface was faster, charging forward, striking with an elbow on the left and a whipping kick on the right, in just the blink of an eye, the henchmen protecting He Chen were downed or injured.

Now in front of He Chen, Scarface grabbed him by the neck with one hand and effortlessly lifted him into the air.

He Chen’s face turned purple with the strain, his neck in searing pain and he struggled to breathe, especially at the Adam’s apple, which felt like it could be crushed at any moment.

Even so, he did not utter a groan; his gaze remained fixed on Mo Xiaochen beside Che Renkang.

At that moment, he felt nothing but guilt.

Mister Mo had shown him immense kindness, yet he had failed to protect Mister Mo’s daughter.

"Mister Mo, I’m sorry," He Chen felt a surge of emotion, and a single tear rolled down his cheek onto Scarface’s wrist.

"Oh, crying now?"

Scarface laughed mockingly, his playful mood escalating, and his right hand loosened a little before he slapped He Chen across the face.

"President He? Why the tears?"

He Chen, finding it slightly easier to breathe, put aside his pride and pleaded with Che Renkang on the third floor, "You can torture me however you like or even kill me, I beg you, let Mo Xiaochen go."

"She’s still just a child..."