Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 625: Mister Mo Can Solve You With Just One Finger

Chapter 625: Chapter 625: Mister Mo Can Solve You With Just One Finger

"Clang!"

Just as this happened, the iron gate of the unfinished building was slammed open, and over sixty members of the Jucail Commercial Association armed with steel rods and machetes charged in.

Rushing to the forefront was none other than Go Lao’er.

Seeing his big brother, He Chen, being held up in the air like a chicken by a man with a scarred face, his rage boiled over, and he bellowed, "Brothers, attack!"

"A bunch of country bumpkins!"

The members of the Storm Group on the third floor looked down at the people below with disdain.

These street thugs think they can contend with our Storm Group? They’re seeking death!

At this moment, Che Renkang was the calmest. He gestured with his hand and ordered, "This place has been compromised, go down and help Scarface, we’re moving out now!"

"Yes!"

Four members nodded in unison and, like Scarface before them, leapt from the third floor and landed on the first.

Like tigers entering a flock of sheep, they mercilessly smashed down on the subordinates brought by Go Lao’er.

Although the members of the Jucail Commercial Association were not weak, they were nowhere near the level of the Storm Group, who licked blood off their knives.

In just two minutes, all sixty plus subordinates were beaten to the ground.

The worst off was Go Lao’er. He yelled the loudest and was beaten the worst. Not only was his head turned into a pig’s, but his tendons were also severed, and his spinal column broken. He seemed unlikely to live much longer.

"Lao’er!"

Seeing Go Lao’er trembling on the ground with fear written in his eyes, He Chen was also beaten down by Scarface, without any strength left, his only option was to shed tears in desperation.

"Such brotherly love," Scarface remarked sarcastically as he heavily stepped on He Chen’s head. With his right hand, he held a machete, its gleaming blade patting Go Lao’er’s cheek. With a slight downward motion, he could instantly slash Go Lao’er’s throat and take his life.

"Stop playing around, find out the second young master’s whereabouts, and finish them off quick!" Che Renkang said coldly in Goryeo.

"Alright."

Scarface responded, grabbed He Chen by the neck with his left hand, and somehow a dagger appeared in his right hand.

As he choked He Chen, he toyed with a dagger near He Chen’s lower body and said, "Tell us, where is our second young master, Park Taiyu? Otherwise, I’ll cripple you first!"

At this point, due to an extreme lack of oxygen, He Chen’s mind was foggy, and he was on the verge of death.

Hearing Scarface’s words, he struggled to grasp Scarface’s arm, and summoned his last bit of strength to say, "I don’t know! If you have the guts, just kill me!"

"Heh, you’ve got quite the spine," Scarface said with a cold laugh, as his right hand swiftly pierced He Chen’s thigh.

Instantly, a blood hole was made in the thigh and blood gushed out like floodwaters breaking a dam.

"Aagh!"

He Chen cried out in agony, his teeth chattering as he said, "Kill me! Kill me!"

"You want to die? You think I would let you off that easily?"

Scarface snorted through his nose and stabbed He Chen’s left thigh, "Tell us! Where exactly is our second young master being held?"

"I! Don’t! Know!" He Chen managed to say through clenched teeth, enduring the pain, "If you dare, then kill me! Mister Mo will avenge me for sure!"

"The Mister Mo you’re talking about is that Mo Han guy, right?"

Scarface’s face darkened as he arrogantly said, "He’s got some skills to be able to beat Cui Chengxian, but in my eyes, he’s still trash!"

"Daring to kidnap our boss Park and extort 50 billion from the chairman, you must have the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard!"

"You’re calling me trash?"

In such dire straits, He Chen managed to laugh, "Mister Mo could take care of you with just a finger!"

"AS if!"

Scarface’s expression chilled, and with a flick of his wrist, the dagger was about to plunge into He Chen’s heart; however, just two centimeters away, he stopped his movement and laughed, "Trying to anger me into killing you?"

"Rest assured, I won’t let you die that quickly!"

"I’ll have the pleasure of torturing that Mo before your eyes!"

From the third floor, Mo Xiaochen watched He Chen being held at knifepoint, her tears instantly streaming down her face.

She sniffled a few times, with only one thought in her mind: Dad, please come quickly.

"We don’t have much time, just kill him!"

Che Renkang checked his watch; ten minutes had passed, and if they didn’t move soon, they would run into trouble with the Jiangling City police.

As for the whereabouts of the second young master Park Taiyu, Che Renkang thought for a moment and decided that since He Chen was so tight-lipped, it would be faster to start from Mo Han, especially since he had his daughter.

"Just kill him now?"

Scarface was a bit dissatisfied, but since Che Renkang was the captain and much stronger than him, he could only shrug helplessly before lifting He Chen and pinning him against a column, aiming the dagger at He Chen’s heart.

If this stab went through solidly, not even a god could save him.

"Die!"

Scarface’s lips curved in a slight smile as he thrust the dagger toward He Chen’s heart...

Whoosh!

Just then, a silver needle, whistling through the air, came flying.

Ding!

Striking with unerring accuracy, the silver needle hit the dagger in Scarface’s hand.

The immense impact caused Scarface’s hand to hurt, and with a clang, the dagger fell to the ground. Scarface was forced to retreat several steps, and He Chen collapsed to the floor.

"Who’s there?"

Scarface lifted his head, staring intently at the door.

Then, a burly young man with fire in his eyes walked in.