Urban Super Medical Saint

"Crack!" Ge Dongxu let out a cold laugh as the steel pipe came crashing down.

"Ah! My leg, my leg is broken! You son of a bitch, you broke my..." the thug on the ground screamed in agony.

"Crack!" The steel pipe came down again, breaking the other leg of the thug on the ground.

Then the thug just clutched his legs tightly and bit down on his teeth, not daring to make another sound.

"Mr. Ge, we better hurry! The motor gang from Hell's Rebels isn't on the same level as these guys, not only do they outnumber us, but they all ride motorcycles. Fighting them, even with Mr. Ge's skills, will surely be a disadvantage," Song Zhixuan saw Ge Dongxu break the thug's other leg with such straightforward brutality, and while he admired him, he grew even more anxious, pulling Gao Yusi to Ge Dongxu's side, urging him to move.

"It's fine, just the motor gang from Hell's Rebels? It's good that they're coming, we'll just clean up this mess," Ge Dongxu said nonchalantly, casually discarding the steel pipe in his hand.

Seeing that Ge Dongxu not only showed no sign of leaving but even threw away his steel pipe, Song Zhixuan and Gao Yusi turned pale, nearly in tears.

Big brother, we know you're awesome, but we don't play like this!

The thugs from the Scorpion Society, upon seeing that Ge Dongxu had thrown away his steel pipe, all quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but remembering his fierce and ruthless demeanor, no one dared to charge at him.

Although nobody came at them, the group already began waving steel pipes and shouting at the motor gang members who had turned towards a nearby intersection.

The motor gang, seeing a dozen or so people lying helter-skelter on the ground, and the Scorpion Society's thugs waving steel pipes and shouting at them, didn't continue toward the intersection but headed straight for them instead.

The motor gang procession was grand, with no less than a hundred motorcycles. Their bikes roared past, making the ground tremble.

"We're doomed! We're doomed!" Song Zhixuan's face went pale, sweat beading on his forehead.

Gao Yusi was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she nearly sat down on the ground.

As for the two beauties, they were so scared that they curled up again, shivering.

"Damn, how could so many people come all at once!" Betty and Cindy, watching from a distance in the car, also turned pale, their eyes showing worry.

"Shit! George, you ball-less wonders, how did you get beaten to such a state!" The cars roared in, then came to a uniform stop, and a burly man with arms as thick as Lan Xue's thighs joked with a long-haired man who was part of the group.

"Haha!" Everyone else burst into laughter.

"Edmund, my brothers, don't laugh at us. We met a tough nut, please help us out! Just knock down these yellow-skinned monkeys and I'll treat you to good drinks and hot girls!" said the long-haired man known as George, pointing at Ge Dongxu and the others.

Hearing George's words, Gao Yusi's legs trembled violently.

A hundred and more people, each riding high-powered motorcycles. This fight was hopeless; if these guys simply drove over, they would be finished!

Although Song Zhixuan was calmer than Gao Yusi, he wasn't faring much better.

He had courage, ready to fight and risk it all, but that depended on the balance of power between both sides.

The stark imbalance in power between the two sides certainly filled him with dread!

"Chinese?" Edmund glanced at Gao Yusi and Song Zhixuan, who were facing him, and frowned as he asked.

As for Ge Dongxu, since he was with his back towards them and it was night, plus his attention was mostly on the badly beaten Song Zhixuan and Gao Yusi, he didn't recognize him at first.

"That's right, the Chinese!" George said through gritted teeth.

"Then I'm sorry, George, but I can't help you!" Edmund shrugged his shoulders, then with a big wave of his hand, he said, "Brothers, let's go."

Upon seeing this, Song Zhixuan and Gao Yusi heaved a big sigh of relief, but they were also secretly astonished.

What kind of play is this? Since when did the Chinese become so powerful in Melbourne that even the Hell Rebels' most brazen motorcycle gang would turn tail and run upon hearing 'Chinese,' daring not to get involved? Wasn't it said that the Chinese gangs and the Hell Rebels were recently at each other's throats?

"Hey, hey, Edmund! Don't leave, just name your price!" George, seeing Edmund about to leave, was somewhat stunned, but quickly started shouting again, thinking that Edmund wanted more benefits.

"It's not about benefits, I just don't want to get involved in your affairs with the Chinese!" Edmund replied, then started his engine, revving it up, ready to leave.

"Since you're here, don't go, Edmund!" Just as Edmund was about to leave, a young voice suddenly rang out.

Song Zhixuan, Gao Yusi, and the others had just let out a big sigh of relief when they heard the motorcycle gang about to leave, only to be startled by Ge Dongxu suddenly speaking up and telling them not to go, their legs trembling, nearly making them drop to the ground.

Big Brother, you can't be playing us like this!

Meanwhile, George and his people all showed looks of surprised delight; they were worried about Edmund leaving, but here was a Chinese actually looking for trouble, stopping Edmund himself.

However, the members of Edmund's motorcycle gang, upon hearing Ge Dongxu's young voice echoing in the night, couldn't help but shiver, their faces turning pale in an instant.

All of them turned their heads in unison toward the direction of the voice.

The owner of the voice slowly turned around, revealing an Oriental face that they had been waking up from nightmares about.

When Edmund and the others saw it was indeed the one who seemed to come from Hell, they couldn't help but shiver again.

Just two nights before, their gang had mobilized over three hundred people, even resorting to firearms.

And the result? Now there were over a hundred people lying in the hospital. Some of them were injured by motorcycles, who were relatively lucky with mainly broken bones, but others had their gun-holding hands cleanly severed at the wrist. Although they were rushed to the hospital that night, those hands were basically useless.

These past two days, whenever they closed their eyes, the horrific scene from that night would appear before them, to the point that some of them dared not sleep.

The sight of dozens of palms being severed at the wrist, bloodied and without warning, belonged to the brothers they drank and chased women with. How could they forget such a terrifying scene?

They had been out for late-night walks these past few nights to vent the fear in their hearts, to find the remnants of the 5X gang, and take out their fear on them.

But now, to their surprise, they had encountered this terrifying figure on the streets, scarcely different from a demon from Hell.