Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 635: I Laugh at Your Foolishness_1

Chapter 635: Chapter 635: I Laugh at Your Foolishness_1

Xiangfeng Mountain, seventeen kilometers away from the Old Chenghuang Dock, is one of Jiangling City’s famous 3A-grade scenic spots.

Lige drove the car near Xiangfeng Mountain and found a tap to connect; he washed away all the blood inside the car and then he finally felt a bit more at ease.

Actually, just like his underlings, he had never done this kind of thing before.

It’s just that he was a bit bolder, knowing if Du Xiaoshuai didn’t die, he would never be able to spend that money in peace.

Lige waved his hand, gathering his three subordinates together, "Xiao Chen, Xiao Ding, Xiao Lu, I’ll transfer 2 million to each of you. From now on, we don’t contact each other!"

Upon hearing they each had two million to spend, the three subordinates’ eyes lit up immediately, hurriedly responding, "Alright, Lige. We’ll listen to you."

"Mm."

Seeing that his subordinates didn’t oppose his command, Lige breathed a sigh of relief; he actually feared that his underlings would turn on him just like he did to Du Xiaoshuai.

Just as he took out his phone, ready to make the transfers, suddenly, a thick hand rested on his shoulder, followed by a voice that came from behind him.

"Lige, I’m a bit short on cash, how about you transfer some to me too?"

"Who is it!"

Lige hurriedly turned around, stepping back a few steps.

In his view, a man in his mid-twenties stood facing him, and behind him followed a man dressed in a suit, looking like a bodyguard.

"Get the weapons!"

Lige gave a look to the three underlings, who nodded, as if facing a great enemy, grabbing baseball bats from the minivan and surrounding Mo Han and He Chen.

"My surname is Mo, with a simple name of Han."

Mo Han smiled faintly, showing no fear of the people in front of him.

"I don’t know you, get lost!"

Lige frowned and shouted sternly, "Otherwise, don’t blame my brothers here for being impolite!"

He Chen snorted through his nose, "These pieces of trash are going to be impolite to Mister Mo?"

"Seeking death!"

The three subordinates, enraged by the words, raised their baseball bats and smashed them toward He Chen.

Although He Chen was no martial arts expert, he was seasoned in underworld fights; handling these few punks was not an issue for him at all.

With a burst of speed, he charged forward, dodging the incoming baseball bats and flipping the lead man with his elbow.

Then, with a kick, he knocked down another man beside him, and finally, he put down the last underling with a shoulder throw.

"Damn it!"

Lige let out a low growl, eyeing He Chen with wariness.

Fucking hell, is this some sort of suited thug? How can he fight like this?

And why did this young man surnamed Mo come out of nowhere to ask him for money?

It’s well known that I, Lige, am always broke in the underworld.

Unless, unless they already knew about the large sum of money I suddenly had on me!

Wait a minute!

Lige suddenly turned his gaze toward the rear, where a black business car was parked.

His pupils dilated in shock as he remembered a similar vehicle parked at the entrance number six of Fairy Lake Park!

Also, when he dumped Du Xiaoshuai in the street, driver Xiao Chen had mentioned that a black business car was following them.

Dammit! This Mo could very well have witnessed me strong-arming Chen Guihua for her money in the alley!

What a careless mistake!

Lige glanced at He Chen; this guy was so good at fighting, Lige knew he couldn’t win.

It seemed the only way out was through this young man with the surname Mo.

With that thought, Lige drew a dagger from behind his back and, with a swift motion, rushed to Mo Han, grabbing him and putting the sharp dagger against Mo Han’s neck.

"You fucking step back! Otherwise, I swear I’ll take this bastard’s life right now!"

Upon seeing the opponent take out a knife and put it to Mister Mo’s throat without another word, He Chen was initially startled, then suddenly he burst into laughter.

What on earth was Lige doing? Was he trying to use Mister Mo to threaten me?

"What are you laughing at!"

Lige was confused by He Chen’s reaction; was this guy laughing at something, or was he not part of Mo’s group?

"I’m laughing at you, you idiot!"

He Chen shook his head, speaking mockingly, "Grabbing anyone but Mister Mo was a mistake."

"How does that old saying go? Ah yes, ’the old man who seeks longevity eats arsenic’; you’re really courting death!"

Lige was even more puzzled by the other’s words – could it be that this young man named Mo could fight better than his bodyguard?

Impossible!

If he was really that amazing, why did I manage to subdue him so easily?

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense, and he tightened his grip on the dagger, shouting at He Chen, "Step back! I’m warning you, I’m really capable of killing!"

"If you don’t step back, I swear I’ll cut his throat."

Mo Han hadn’t expected Lige to be so brainless as to use him to threaten He Chen.

He turned his head and said coldly, "Let me go!"

"Let you go? Your bodyguard can fight so well; if I let you go, wouldn’t I be asking to be beaten?"

Lige scoffed and pressed the dagger a few millimeters closer to Mo Han’s neck, "Speak up, did you go to entrance number six of Fairy Lake Park just now?"

"Hmm, I did go to Fairy Lake Park, and..."

To Lige’s surprise, Mo Han admitted it directly, something Lige thought he would deny.

"And I also witnessed you robbing Chen Guihua. I saw you hold a dagger to Du Xiaoshuai!"

"On the way to the Old Chenghuang Dock, you even threw Du Xiaoshuai out of the car; his head hit the ground, and he died on the spot."

"At the Old Chenghuang Dock, you conspired with human traffickers and sold Chen Guihua to them!"