Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 310 - 307: The Forgotten Body Refinement Practitioner (Second update! Votes wanted!)_1

Chapter 310: Chapter 307: The Forgotten Body Refinement Practitioner (Second update! Votes wanted!)_1

Ren Feifan could tell from a few details about the man that he must be really poor and heavily engaged in physical labor for quite a long time.

His face was dark, but it revealed a hint of wax-like yellow, obviously a result of long-term malnutrition.

It seemed that out of desperation he had no choice but to resort to such a lowly strategy, yet it was evident that he was a man of integrity.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t carry out such an act in such an unruly place.

However, most people around him only stood by and watched quietly, none were venting their frustrations on him.

This led to only a few scattered coins in the basin in front of him.

Just then, a young man in a suit walked in and asked: "Brother, regardless of how hard or soft my punch is, it costs 5 yuan?"

At this, the burly man’s eyes sparkled with joy, nodded and said: "Yes, go ahead!"

The young man nodded, put down his bag, rolled up his sleeves, and said with a displeased expression: "It’s you who said so, everyone here saw it. If I send you to the hospital, don’t blame me!"

The brawny man laughed, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and said: "I don’t have many strengths, but I can take punches! You just go ahead."

The young man nodded, landed a hard punch on the burly man’s chest, while grumbling: "Damn my boss, making me work overtime everyday, with such low salary, I will beat you to death! Damn!"

This was clearly a man who was frustrated at his job, and had chanced upon this stall to vent out his emotions.

After landing dozens of punches, the young man was tired, but the burly man remained unyielding, laughing as if he hadn’t been hit at all.

The young man wiped his brow, and said awkwardly: "Brother, I hope I didn’t hurt you. My boss has been really unbearable, I was just blowing off some steam."

After saying that, he put 300 yuan in the basin.

"A small gesture of gratitude, Thanks!"

The sight of receiving 300 yuan made the burly man quickly take out a crumpled stack of money from his pocket and said: "You punched me 41 times, which totals 205 yuan. Here is 95 yuan change."

The young man picked up his bag, waved his hand, and said: "No need for change, I feel like you suffered a loss. 300 yuan, it’s quite a bargain!"

After saying this, the young man hurried away, as if afraid the burly man would give him change.

Life is not easy; he understood that.

Following that young man’s lead, many others followed in his steps. The majority of them were heartbroken young girls, their tender fists punching at the man’s chest, with almost no strength behind them.

After a dozen minutes, the basin in front of the burly man had a few thousand yuan in it, but he still maintained his harmless grin as if nothing had happened.

"That’s it for today, my mother is waiting for me to prepare medicine."

The burly man shouted to the surrounding crowd, then squatted down to carefully collect the money from the basin.

But as he reached for the basin, a pair of large shoes stepped on his hand, pressing it down.

The burly man looked up puzzled, at a man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and tattoos all over his arms standing before him.

Behind him stood four or five men similarly dressed with tattoos on their arms,

It was clear trouble was afoot.

"You’re stepping on my hand," the burly man reminded.

The tattooed man took a puff from his cigarette, then exhaled at the burly man. As the cloud of smoke billowed around them, he drawled: "I heard punches here cost 5 yuan a hit?"

Although the burly man was simple, it didn’t mean he was stupid. He moved away from the tattooed man’s foot and refused: "Business is closed for the day, no more work. If you want to punch, wait a few days!"

With that, he began to carefully stack the money from the basin.

This was his life-saving money!

The tattooed man smirked coldly, and the next second, a swift kick landed on the burly man’s body.

"Business stops when I come? Are you looking down on me, Grandpa Hong?"

But what he didn’t anticipate was, when his foot kicked the sturdy man, a counterforce came rushing back at him, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

The big oaf had counted the money, stood up, and carefully wrapped it in a piece of cloth he pulled out from his pocket. He showed no reaction to Grandpa Hong, treating him as if he were nothing more than a puff of air.

"Damn it, you dare fight back! Are you begging for death?"

Grandpa Hong got up and swung his hand to strike a slap. The oaf’s eyes narrowed as he steadfastly caught Grandpa Hong’s hand, replying, "Ma told me not to fight, you should go away."

Grandpa Hong had not expected the man’s strength to be so tremendous, his hand being unable to move in the slightest. He quickly roared in anger, "Release my hand at once, or I assure you that you’ll not survive. Who in Jiangnan doesn’t know of your Grandpa Hong?"

The oaf shook his head and released his grip.

He picked up the sign and the bucket on the ground, preparing to leave, when four to five young men blocked his way, clearly intending to stop him from leaving.

"What do you guys want?" The oaf frowned, a hint of annoyance visible on his face.

Grandpa Hong stepped forward, looked at the oaf, and sneered, "Don’t you know that this land is under my protection? Did you ask me before setting up your business here? Leave 4000 in protection money, then get lost!"

The oaf was taken aback. He looked at the money in his pocket, his expression changing, "This is my mother’s treatment money, it’s also my money earned from taking beatings, why should I give you 4000?"

"Why?" Grandpa Hong sneered repeatedly, then violently gestured, "It’s because I’m called Grandpa Hong, boys, attack! Show him how we justify this!"

Immediately, five or six men surrounded him, each swinging a fist at the oaf!

The oaf watched as the punches descended, not dodging but bracing himself tightly!

It was because his mother had nagged him not to get into fights in Jiangnan.

No matter if he was attacked, he was not to fight back, he could only take a beating!

His mother knew that ten men were not enough for her son to beat.

Back in their village, someone had bullied her. Her son’s furious roar, and a mere two punches, led to multiple people being beaten to broken bones.

From birth, her son had always been extraordinary.

He was physically strong, had a robust build, and an astonishing appetite...

So, he absolutely must not get into fights outside!

Bang!

Seven or eight fists hit the oaf’s body, emitting muffled noises.

However, the oaf remained motionless. Although he really wanted to fight back, remembering his mother’s warning from her sickbed, he released his grip.

"Wow, this guy’s an idiot, he actually enjoys being hit and doesn’t fight back?"

Grandpa Hong chuckled and kicked the oaf forcefully! But the next second, the same counterforce came back at him, causing unbearable pain!

"Damn it, beat this fool to death!"

Since the guy refused to fight back, they would just beat him more violently.

At this moment, Ren Feifan, standing on the periphery, furrowed his brows. A Body Refinement practitioner had fallen to such a state?

Given his physical condition, he could have knocked this group of men to the ground if he fought back. But why didn’t this fool do that?

The next second, Ren Feifan spotted a glint of cold steel. Grandpa Hong pulled a dagger from his waist. Glinting coldly, it was aimed straight at the oaf!

Ren Feifan’s eyes narrowed. This Body Refinement practitioner was obviously not formally trained. Ordinary hits he could withstand, but a knife wound could be serious trouble!

Ren Feifan suddenly dashed out from the crowd, kicking Grandpa Hong’s wrist!

The next second, the dagger was instantly kicked away!

And Grandpa Hong’s entire wrist swelled up.

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