Even from a distance of more than ten ters, Mo Han could still feel the hatred in Wang ngyao’s eyes.
He stopped his electric scooter and slowly walked up to them, "Young Master Peng, that’s not very kind of you. I help you expose this hypocritical woman, and not only are you ungrateful, but you also bring people to block ?"
"Grateful to you?" Chen Peng spat a thick loogie, "Pah!"
"Damn it, the first person to put a green hat on is you, you bastard!"
"I’ve been around Jiangling City for so long, and no one has ever dared to slap in the face! You’re the damn first one!"
"Now with Brother Chen here today, let’s see how arrogant you can be!"
A green hat?
Mo Han was stunned for a mont, but after seeing the mocking smile on Wang ngyao’s lips, he imdiately understood.
Indeed, a woman’s heart is the most poisonous!
Unexpectedly, Wang ngyao, in order to get revenge, actually splashed the dirty water on him.
Looking at Chen Peng’s state, even if he had a hundred mouths, he couldn’t clear his na.
With this thought in mind, Mo Han couldn’t be bothered to talk any further with these two and turned his gaze to Brother Chen in the blue suit, "Mr. He, are you sure you want to take action against an insignificant person like ?"
"Aren’t you afraid of tarnishing your reputation?"
This was both a probe and a threat!
If He Chen insisted on taking action against him, Mo Han would not show any rcy.
"Heh, kid, that trick doesn’t work on ," He Chen said, puffing on his cigar, expelling a thick cloud of smoke, "Take soone’s money to ward off disasters for them!"
"If you need to bla soone, just bla yourself for being blind and offending Young Master Peng."
"Today I’m in a good mood and don’t want to make things difficult for you. So, kneel down, slap yourself fifty tis, and disable one of your hands. Then I can guarantee your safety," he proposed.
"However, if you dare resist..."
He chuckled coldly, blowing a puff of dense smoke towards Mo Han, "Heh-heh, then I’ll have no choice but to sever your tendons and throw you into the river!"
Mo Han dodged the smoke and said coldly, "Mr. He, isn’t that a bit too much?"
He Chen shrugged his shoulders with a playful tone, "Can’t help it, this world is survival of the fittest."
"I’ll give you five seconds to think about it."
"Five!"
"Four!"
As He Chen counted down, Zhang Peng could barely conceal his excitent, shouting eagerly, "Brother Chen, hurry and sever his limbs! I want him to kneel before and call grandpa!"
Wang ngyao didn’t speak, but the joy on her face betrayed her thoughts.
She couldn’t wait for He Chen to have Mo Han carved up imdiately.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
By the end of the countdown, He Chen could no longer keep up appearances. As Zhang Peng said, this kid was truly arrogant; he didn’t even give a damn about saving face.
Taking a strong drag on his cigar, He Chen gestured with his right hand, "Take him down!"
At He Chen’s command, the fifty or so thugs at the back rushed forward like a pack of wolves sighting their prey, brandishing their weapons and charging.
Ah Gui, with a bandage wrapped around his head, also carried a club and followed suit.
With so many people swarming in, the smiles on the faces of Zhang Peng and Wang ngyao instantly blood.
He Chen remained calm; he stood straight, puffing on his cigar, slowly enjoying the performance of his subordinates.
He seed to have already foreseen Mo Han begging for rcy, his limbs broken and brought before him, crying painfully after a re ten seconds or so.
However, before he could pull another drag from his cigar, he heard a swoosh, and Mo Han’s figure suddenly disappeared.
When he reappeared, Mo Han’s whip kick sent Ah Gui, who was charging at the forefront, tumbling to the ground.
Then, with lightning speed, he delivered three more kicks, sending several attackers flying five or six ters away.
These n had just fallen and hadn’t had the chance to cry out in pain when several more quickly lay beside them, neatly sprawled on the ground like dumplings on a plate.
In the blink of an eye, more than fifty ruffians were kicked and sent flying a dozen or so ters.
The remaining thirty-so people looked at each other, hesitating to advance and dared not make a move.
Unfortunately, Mo Han didn’t give them the chance.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Before the crowd could react, Mo Han charged with a burst of speed, like a ferocious tiger pouncing into a flock of sheep.
After a flurry of punches and kicks, over thirty henchn lay on the ground clutching their bellies, howling in agony, with various weapons scattered carelessly around them.
The scene unfolded too quickly.
He Chen was taken aback, swallowing hard, his face filled with disbelief.
He had heard from Chen Peng that this guy was quite a fighter, but damn, wasn’t this a bit too much?
The smiles on Chen Peng and Wang ngtao’s faces instantly froze, feeling as disgusted as if they had swallowed flies.
How could this be?
It should be noted that He Chen’s n were not re ruffians like Ah Gui; these were elite fighters who had survived various battles in the underground power struggles.
Under everyone’s gaze, Mo Han, with his hands clasped behind him, slowly walked up to He Chen and looked down on him from above.
He Chen had long made a na for himself in the underworld of Jiangling City; where had he ever suffered such contempt? A fla of anger shot up within him, and with a swift motion, he drew a short knife from behind and thrust it towards Mo Han’s chest.
The knife ca suddenly, and the angle was tricky—especially since Mo Han had his hands behind his back, utterly unprepared to defend himself.
Zhang Peng and Wang ngyao’s expressions brightened with anticipation; Brother Chen was indeed a big shot, decisive in his action. That knife was bound to hit...
"Snap!"
Unfortunately for them, their hopes were dashed.
Mo Han seed to have anticipated He Chen’s move as he shrugged his shoulder to dodge the deadly thrust.
He Chen was shocked and tried to swing his knife again, but sohow Mo Han had already seized his arm.
Mo Han looked at He Chen with cold eyes and said indifferently, "You’re right, this world is indeed about the survival of the fittest."
With those words, he twisted his wrist; a crisp snapping sound ca as the bones in the wrist broke.
He Chen scread in agony, beads of sweat the size of soybeans streaming down his forehead continuously.
My God!
This is Brother Chen, the big na in the underworld of Jiangling City!
Mo Han actually dared to lay hands on Brother Chen? Was he not afraid for his life?
Zhang Peng’s lips quivered; he looked at Mo Han, feeling fear of this man for the first ti.
Wang ngyao was stunned speechless.
Suddenly, she felt that she had made a mistake in the past; if she hadn’t humiliated Mo Han back then and had chosen to help him instead, perhaps her life would be completely different...
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