Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 392 - 389 Can you walk out safely? (Four more updates!)_1

Chapter 392: Chapter 389 Can you walk out safely? (Four more updates!)_1

Aunt Ming couldn’t bear the thug’s insult any longer, her cheeks burned with anger.

Zhong Tianba, with a lecherous grin on his face, reached out his hand intending to grope Aunt Ming’s chest. Unexpectedly, a man next to her burst out in rage. He jumped up, landing a kick on Zhong Tianba’s abdomen!

The sudden blow left Zhong Tianba stunned as he staggered back. Thankfully he was supported by a few of his lackeys, or else he might have fallen on the ground.

"Fuck off! Dare to insult my wife again!"

Uncle Qin rarely swore, but now he did.

Being kind-hearted did not mean he wasn’t capable of getting angry!

If a man couldn’t even protect the woman in his arms, what kind of man was he!

So, without hesitation, he stepped forward to fight back!

The kick enraged Zhong Tianba!

Damn it, even this ordinary man dared to mess with him?

He grabbed a stick from the table and rushed to hit Uncle Qin. His attack was swift, too fast for Uncle Qin to dodge.

Seeing this, Aunt Ming muster strength from nowhere to shield her husband.

The sight of Aunt Ming about to get injured by the stick on her head was horrifying, if not fatal!

Uncle Qin’s eyes widened in terror. He wanted to push his wife away but it was too late.

He was filled with remorse!

He was helpless!

With the stick about to hit his wife, he felt utterly powerless!

Aunt Ming closed her eyes tightly in fear, her body trembling.

"Husband, you must stay alive!"

...

However, a few moments passed and Aunt Ming did not feel any pain.

Something wasn’t right, shouldn’t getting hit with that stick hurt?

When she opened her eyes, she was surprised to see a young man standing in front of her.

The young man was tall and muscular, with a chiseled face like a work of sculpture, proud eyebrows slanting over sharp, penetrating eyes that were brimming with a cold intensity.

"Feifan!"

Aunt Ming didn’t expect Feifan to intervene at the end.

Sigh, what a mess! Stepping in at such a critical juncture, he’s just creating more trouble.

It wasn’t a big deal getting insulted a few times!

Regardless of how many of them there were, what good would his intervention do?

At most, they would have just been beaten up a bit. Being older, a few hits were no big deal.

But Ren Feifan was different. He was still young with so much ahead of him.

From three years ago, Aunt Ming thought back to the time when Ren Feifan would take refuge with them bruised and battered, it seemed he couldn’t hide anymore.

In this moment, Ren Feifan had the stick tightly gripped in his hand, a lethal resolve flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, he exerted a little force and the stick in his hand sent out an astonishing surge of power, knocking it straight out of Zhong Tianba’s hand.

"Shit——"

Zhong Tianba could feel a painful sensation in his wrist, he looked up to see a young man with handsome features.

The young man had a cold look, he was not old, but his eyes held a frosty indifference, giving off an aura of a grim reaper, too intimidating to look at squarely.

"You little fuck, looking for death?"

Zhong Tianba lashed out with a kick but achingly for him, the young man did not dodge. He was standing stiffly like a statue.

Just when his foot was about to strike the youngling, he lurched forward, one hand catching Zhong Tianba’s foot, the other swung down hard!

"Crack!" That sound was undoubtedly, the sound of a broken bone!

A shock of intense pain surged through Zhong Tianba’s body. He struggled fiercely to free himself but found that the young man’s hand was gripping his leg firmly and there was no chance to break free.

"Little bastard, are you courting death? Let me go!" Zhong Tianba roared at the top of his lungs.

Aunt Ming and Uncle Qin were stunned by what they saw.

They did not expect that Ren Feifan would break Zhong Tianba’s leg in one move.

Such an overpowering action!

However, they were also worried. Ren Feifan was still too young.

Acting so recklessly would only put him in greater danger!

"Feifan, why did you come! Didn’t I tell you to stay put?" Aunt Ming asked in shock.

She wouldn’t want any trouble for Feifan who had just returned.

Ren Feifan’s cold face flashed a smile. With one hand still clutching Zhong Tianba’s now-disabled leg, he looked at Aunt Ming and calmly said,

"Aunt Ming, if I hadn’t stepped in, these bastards would be running amok."

Ren Feifan glanced at Zhong Tianba, his eyes turned icy cold and piercing.

As far as he was concerned, if it weren’t for Aunt Ming’s sake, this guy would have been a cold, dead body by now.

No one should ever bully this honest couple.

"Dammit! You little shit, you’re tired of living, let go of our Brother Ba!"

A horde of street thugs started shouting and cursing.

Many people even showed their weapons.

One of them produced a watermelon knife out of nowhere. Its cold gleaming blade was quite intimidating.

"Fuck, you’re looking for death!"

Another thug smashed an iron rod onto the table, equally menacing.

Zhong Tianba was also seething at this point: "You motherfucker, let go of me, or I’ll kill everyone here..."

"Let go?" A cold smile appeared on Ren Feifan’s face, "Alright."

Ren Feifan exerted a bit of strength in his arm and tossed Zhong Tianba aside nonchalantly.

Zhong Tianba, a two hundred pound man, was effortlessly thrown against a tree by Ren Feifan.

With a thud, he hit the tree, failing to suppress a mouthful of blood that gushed out.

Seeing this, the other thugs rushed forward to help him get up.

Zhong Tianba’s face was as pale as a sheet, and he seemed on the brink of collapse. Any small movement sent searing pain throughout his body.

Face flushed with effort, lips moving but no sounds coming out, left hand clenched tightly, his right hand holding onto a lackey’s hand. His eyes were full of rage, fuzz on the forehead standing on end, looking every bit the furious lion roaring.

"Damn it, you are so dead, lad! Today, you won’t leave this place alive!"

"Heh, as if you yourself will be able to leave this place safe and sound."

Ren Feifan’s eyes were cold, murderous intent radiating off him making everyone shiver with dread.

Even Aunt Ming beside him could sense that Feifan had changed.

He had found that Feifan was no longer the timid boy from three years ago. Now, he stood tall like a monarch of the world.

"Bros, go! Break this bastard’s legs and hands first! We’ll deal with him afterward!"

Zhong Tianba shouted in rage, and his lackeys circled around like predators, weapons in their hands, ferocity in their eyes.