Urban Miracle Doctor -
Chapter 553 - 553 553
553: 553 553: 553 An elder at the pinnacle of martial arts kicked A-Mu directly on the shin, and A-Mu immediately knelt on the floor, his shin bone gruesomely exposed.
“A-Mu, for the sake of your master and my relationship, find someone to bring money to redeem you!” he said as he pulled out a phone, gesturing for A-Mu to give the phone number.
After a moment of thought, A-Mu recited a phone number.
At the Qin Family Medical Clinic, Qin Han’s phone rang.
“Bring the money to Tong Family Manor in Shangjing!” a cold voice said as soon as the call connected.
Qin Han paused briefly and asked indifferently, “Who is this?”
“If you want to save A-Mu’s life, hurry up!”
“How much money?” Qin Han asked indifferently.
“Two million!”
“Okay,” Qin Han responded.
Xu Bingyan faintly heard A-Mu’s name over the phone and looked at Qin Han puzzled, asking, “Mr.
Qin, is it about A-Mu?”
“No, you heard wrong,” Qin Han said indifferently.
Immediately afterward, Qin Han stood up, called Yuan Liang, and left the medical clinic.
Once in the car, Qin Han said indifferently to Yuan Liang, “Go to Shangjing!”
“Okay, to Shangjing!
What?
Mr.
Qin, to Shangjing?” Yuan Liang first agreed, then asked in astonishment.
Qin Han nodded and said, “A-Mu is in trouble, someone called me to go to Tong Family Manor in Shangjing.”
“Okay!” Upon hearing this, Yuan Liang drove the car speedily.
Although Shangjing was not far from Zhongzhou, normally, it only took an hour by car, but Yuan Liang managed to reach Shangjing in just forty minutes and arrived at the Tong Family Manor in less than an hour.
Yuan Liang parked the car steadily in front of Tong Family Manor.
The gatekeeper arrogantly inquired, “This is Tong Family Manor, no outsiders allowed in!”
“We’re here to redeem A-Mu!” Qin Han stated indifferently.
Upon hearing this, the guard nodded and said, “Follow me!”
They were accustomed to such scenarios; the family head had been running an underground fight club for many years, and there were many situations where families had to come to redeem members who couldn’t pay their gambling debts.
By the time Qin Han and Yuan Liang entered the villa’s living room, A-Mu was tied to a chair in the middle, surrounded by several gunmen.
Seeing A-Mu’s exposed white bone at his shin, Qin Han’s brows deeply furrowed.
Yuan Liang, enraged, was about to step forward, but was stopped by Qin Han.
“What happened?” Qin Han asked indifferently.
A-Mu’s face pale, said, “They wanted me to throw a fight; I refused.”
“Couldn’t beat them?” Qin Han asked indifferently.
A-Mu didn’t speak, only lowered his head.
“Did you bring the money?” a large man in a black suit asked coldly.
Qin Han walked to the center of the living room to A-Mu, took out a Small Guiyuan Pill from the medicine bottle he carried, and stuffed it into A-Mu’s mouth, then said indifferently, “No!
Let your boss come out.”
“Are you fucking with me?” the big man said as he immediately raised his gun at Qin Han.
After a glance at the big man, Qin Han said indifferently, “You won’t need this hand then!”
“Are you an idiot?” the big man said, laughing furiously, only to be followed by a dreadful scream in the living room.
“Ah!
My hand, my hand!” Everyone turned toward the big man; his right hand, which was holding the gun, had been severed cleanly at the wrist with blood gushing from the stump.
The hand that had originally been holding the pistol had now dropped to the ground.
At that moment, Zhong Yuanliang was holding a sword, the tip of which was still dripping with fresh blood.
“Them!
They dare to make a move?
Kill them!” another man in a suit shouted loudly.
But before the others could fire their guns, a figure with graceful movement techniques weaved through the crowd, and in an instant, everyone except Qin Han and Amu lay on the ground.
“Not bad, your swordsmanship has improved!” Qin Han said indifferently.
Looking down at the people on the ground, Zhong Yuanliang spoke disdainfully, “Is that all?”
“These are just underlings; the real deal are people from the Martial Arts Association!” Amu suddenly spoke up.
No sooner had Amu finished speaking than a dozen youths dressed in martial artist attire ran down from upstairs, followed by an elderly man with white hair.
“Surprisingly, besides his master, Amu knows other martial artists.
That doesn’t quite seem like your character!” Tong Yongtao said with a laugh.
Qin Han glanced at the elderly man and asked indifferently, “Who made the move?”
“It was me!” At this moment, a young man beside the elderly man spoke up.
“Crack!” As the sound rang out, the young man abruptly fell to the ground.
Tong Yongtao, surprised, glanced at the young man lying on the ground and saw a bright silver needle stuck in his forehead.
The young man was already dead!
“Impressive hidden weapon technique, but wasn’t that a bit too harsh?
Besides, when beating a dog, one should consider its master.
Going wild in my presence, aren’t you being a bit too presumptuous?” Tong Yongtao said coldly.
“Who made the move?” Qin Han asked again.
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Tong Yongtao leaped down from the second floor, a palm strike aimed at Qin Han while still in mid-air.
Just as Zhong Yuanliang was about to step forward, Qin Han casually waved his hand and dissipated Tong Yongtao’s palm strike.
By the time Tong Yongtao landed, his heart was like a towering wave.
After all, he was a peak martial artist; although he had only used seventy percent of his strength, being dismissed so casually was shocking to him.
The more confident he was in his own strength, the more shocked Tong Yongtao felt inside.
“May I ask, whom did you learn from?” Tong Yongtao asked flatly.
Qin Han glanced at Tong Yongtao and said indifferently, “Too much nonsense; he’s yours.”
As the words fell, Zhong Yuanliang had already made his move.
His piercing sword edge was already slashing toward Tong Yongtao, and in just a moment, the two were locked in battle.
Tong Yongtao had not expected Zhong Yuanliang, who was with Qin Han, to strike without a word, just as he had done to Qin Han moments before.
“Wait!” After a few exchanges with Zhong Yuanliang, Tong Yongtao suddenly shouted and then backed out of the fight.
“I am a member of the Martial Arts Association!” Tong Yongtao immediately yelled.
“Kill!” Qin Han said coldly, paying no heed to Tong Yongtao’s words.
All of this had happened in just a few seconds, and only then did the young martial artists who had come down from upstairs realize what was happening, drawing their sharp blades to join the fray.
But just as they moved, Qin Han waved his hand and a flurry of silver needles showered down like rain upon the crowd, instantly striking down several young martial artists, killing them on the spot!
“Hiss!” Tong Yongtao gasped in shock.
Who exactly was this person who regarded human life as worthless?
Before Tong Yongtao had much time to think, Zhong Yuanliang’s sword was already thrusting toward Tong Yongtao’s throat.
At this moment, Tong Yongtao was no longer as arrogant as before, steadily retreating until, in a moment of distraction, he was stabbed in the arm by Zhong Yuanliang.
“Cling!” The blade paused a centimeter from Tong Yongtao’s throat, and Zhong Yuanliang coldly gazed at him.
“You can’t kill me!
I’m from the Martial Arts Association, if you kill me, you will face the endless pursuit of the Association.
Moreover, our chairman will soon finish his retreat and is currently breaking through to a higher realm!” At this point, Tong Yongtao was desperate and had no choice but to invoke the name of the Martial Arts Association.
He had never imagined that after Amu’s master died, he would still know such formidable martial artists.
Tong Yongtao’s initial thought was that even if Amu’s master were alive, he was only evenly matched with him, let alone a disciple of a deceased master like Amu.
That was why he pressured Amu into throwing a fake match.
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