Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 214 - 212: Young Master Ren, I’m Here Just to Make Up the Numbers (Fourth update!)_1

Chapter 214: Chapter 212: Young Master Ren, I’m Here Just to Make Up the Numbers (Fourth update!)_1

Looking at the massive crowd, Su Bin rubbed his eyes, forgetting about the pain in his body for a moment.

God, are they filming a movie or something?

But the cold gleam of the long knife told Su Bin that this was reality.

Su Bin’s heart thumped in fear as he recognized something bizarre. How could there be such a commotion without a single cop showing up? Why aren’t the security guards doing anything to stop this?

And why hasn’t anyone inside the club noticed? Why hasn’t anyone recorded a video and uploaded it to the internet?

This is strange!

Everything was disconcertingly odd.

On the rooftop, a man and a woman watched attentively from the edge, showing no signs of fear, despite the precipice below them.

Yang Xin’s eyebrows furrowed as she turned to the man beside her. "Director Tian, are we not going to intervene? Ren Feifan has already killed a man! You and I both know that cultivators aren’t supposed to touch ordinary people!"

Tian Guang squinted his eyes, intrigued by the sight of the Audi. His days-long investigation had piqued his curiosity about this man called Ren Feifan. After a while, he finally responded, "The one who died was just a thug. He’d killed seven or eight people, committed arson and assaulted underage girls. If Ren Feifan killed him, then he deserved it."

Yang Xin gaped at Tian Guang. Was this really the Deputy Director of the National Security Bureau speaking? His values were...somewhat unconventional.

"But look, everyone has surrounded him now. If Ren Feifan wanted to massacre them, it would only take a few seconds. If too many people die, we won’t be able to cover it up. The higher-ups will definitely question it," Yang Xin voiced out her concerns.

Tian Guang chortled, "You are too naive, Yang Xin. If Ren Feifan wanted to kill them, would he still be sitting so calmly in his car? Just watch what happens next. By the way, have you contacted the Lin City Police yet?"

Yang Xin nodded, "The police in Lin City are on it. But there’s a problem, some people below have already seen Ren Feifan’s actions. If word gets out, there could be panic."

"Panic? That’s not going to happen, how can you still not trust me? I’ve already called a Hypnotist over. Soon, these people will forget everything they shouldn’t remember."

...

Downstairs, the crowd, bristling with a furious energy, converged around the Audi S8, with Brother Meng at the forefront.

Brother Meng radiated murderous intent, gripping his iron rod tightly. His bulging bicep veins made him look rather terrifying!

Everyone believed that Ren Feifan was done for. In their eyes, he had escaped from Hua Zi, but he wouldn’t be able to escape such an unexpected appearance of Brother Meng.

This wasn’t just about losing a hand or a leg. They thought that Ren Feifan might end up being hacked into a bloody pulp.

An image of Ren Feifan being brutally chopped appeared in Su Bin’s mind. Oddly enough, he felt a bit excited! After all, Ren Feifan had become his nightmare.

But the next second, Su Bin shifted his attention to Ren Feifan inside the car. Surely it was a mistake. He could’ve sworn he saw Ren Feifan’s lips curl up in a smile. That was not the expression of a man in dire straits!

What tricks does he have up his sleeve? It doesn’t make sense for him to act so nonchalant!

"Brother Meng! It’s that guy inside the car. Watch out, he’s quite tricky," warned the mole who had previously informed the approaching thugs.

Sighing at the memory of Ren Feifan’s tactics, he was pretty sure his chest was aching again. Holy shit, was that kick so strong that it had caused internal injuries?

A second later, the mole noticed something strange—Why hadn’t Brother Meng made a move yet? Wasn’t Brother Meng notoriously hot-tempered? This just didn’t add up!

Upon seeing Brother Meng’s narrowed eyes, he realized that Brother Meng had adopted an alert stance. The roles were inverted now!

Perhaps Brother Meng was too nearsighted, he moved his face closer to the car window to get a better look. The next second, Brother Meng’s face went deathly pale, his whole body began to shake, and his narrowed eyes even started welling up with tears.

"Ren...Y-Young Master Ren..." Brother Meng stammered out, his voice choked with emotion.

The poor mole was thoroughly bewildered. Were they acquainted? And why was Brother Meng addressing him so respectfully?

Wasn’t Brother Meng an outsider to Lin City? Apart from a few brothers, he knew no one else. And he just so happened to be acquainted with the man who had killed Hua Zi?

"Young Master Ren, I...I..."

When Brother Meng’s words got tangled, and all he could muster was an incoherent murmur, because at that very moment, he had locked eyes with Ren Feifan. Those eyes were devoid of life, as if displaying an indifference towards the world.

It then struck Brother Meng that this was the guy who had singlehandedly challenged their entire headquarters, even the armed Zheng Qiang, and made him yield to defeat!

"SLAP!"

Realizing the urgency to clarify his position, Brother Meng slapped himself without hesitation. The terrific silence made the slapping sound echo across the crowd.

Brother Meng couldn’t dare offend the man in the car; he should’ve figured it out sooner. A man who drove an Audi S8 and acted so defiantly, he could only be that one person they absolutely could not offend!

Raising a ruckus had indeed led to trouble!

Although it was clear to Brother Meng, his men were oblivious.

The slap left the thugs stunned!

Su Bin too was flabbergasted!

The young men and women who were watching the drama unfold were equally taken aback! They watched the spectacle in complete awe! A burly guy, nicknamed Brother Meng, had just slapped himself! And it appeared like he was apologizing to the man inside the car!

Everyone rubbed their eyes simultaneously, refusing to believe what they just saw. It had to be an illusion!

But Brother Meng didn’t care what others thought. He bowed and scraped, "Young Master Ren, what a coincidence! You’ve got a nice car. I was just passing by to buy some soy sauce, heh heh..."

Ren Feifan, seated inside the car, allowed a smile to stretch across his lips. He rolled down the window, scrutinizing Brother Meng from head to toe, and then said nonchalantly, "Buying soy sauce with a gang of goons? You’re quite something!"

Brother Meng’s heart dropped; he knew better than anyone that this man had a knack for being a smiling tiger, a ruthless killer. He replied with an awkward chuckle, "Didn’t you hear about the inflation? I and my friends thought we’d make a bulk purchase, stock up on some soy sauce."

"Stocking up with knives and iron rods? And you decided to stock up right here?"

Ren Feifan recognized the man in front of him. They had had a run-in when he had bought the car, although it had been rather unpleasant.

Panicking, Brother Meng turned around and roared, "Who the hell told you to bring knives and rods for a grocery run? Throw them all away NOW!"

All the thugs were stunned!

What?

We were here to buy soy sauce?

Throw away our weapons?

Are you kidding?

Seeing that no one had complied, Brother Meng’s face burned with embarrassment. Rapidly, he kicked the thug beside him, snatched his rod, and flung it away.

"Just like this, throw it away! The first person who refuses, I’ll finish him off!"

The thug who got kicked felt wronged. He hadn’t said a word or done anything. Brother Meng, had you kicked the wrong person?

But he dared not voice his thoughts.

The thugs were well aware of Brother Meng’s temper. If they disobeyed him, they would pay the price!

A series of crisp sounds followed as they discarded their weapons. To the uninitiated, they might have mistaken the sound for firecrackers celebrating the New Year.