The Urban Medical Martial Immortal-Chapter 1597 - 1590: Apologize First, Then Get Lost

Chapter 1597: Chapter 1590: Apologize First, Then Get Lost

Kicked the iron plate!

And, it’s Peng Tai’s benefactor and friend!

Luo Tian knelt on the ground, his heart skipped a beat, his whole body chilled, and his scalp tingled with excitement.

The Wangxiang Building in front is run by Peng Tai’s brother, Peng Zhanfeng.

Peng Zhanfeng is also the top red stick of the Xiangshan Association, one of the underground martial world leaders in Yanjing!

What does a red stick mean?

It means the best fighter!

In the wolf fangs hall, he is also the second-in-command who can make many decisions!

Such power is stronger than that of many small and medium-sized families in Yanjing!

And as Peng Zhanfeng’s brother, Peng Tai, although he usually seems easygoing, he is even more terrifying when he gets serious.

"Brother Tai... Brother Tai... I... I didn’t know Mr. Lin... Mr. Lin was your friend! I was confused earlier!"

Luo Tian’s still intact half of his face was pale, his eyes filled with fear, he pleaded with Peng Tai, trembling with fear: "Brother Tai, give me a chance! It was a misunderstanding before, I was blind!"

Bang~

Peng Tai said nothing, delivered a fierce kick to Luo Tian, and said coldly, "What use is it talking to me? Go apologize to Mr. Lin! If he doesn’t want to give you a chance, I’ll have someone throw you out of here! Whether you live or die, it’s up to luck!"

"No, no... Brother Tai, I’ll apologize!"

Luo Tian, despite his nearly crippled hand and a swollen face, rolled and crawled to Lin Tian’s side, crying in fear: "Mr. Lin... Please forgive me this once! Earlier I was blind, could you give me a chance?"

Beside them.

Wen Xiang, witnessing this, was once again surprised and whispered to Lin Youran: "What does your nephew do? Even the people from the Xiangshan Association treat him so courteously. Even with an act of assistance, based on the past demeanor of the Xiangshan Association, they wouldn’t deal with subordinates for an outsider!"

"Peng Tai is different, I’ve heard he’s quite fair!"

Lin Youran shook her head slightly, replied in a low voice: "As for Xiao Tian, he kept it from me for a long time before, he learned martial arts, he’s quite capable!"

As soon as she finished speaking.

Lin Tian just lifted his foot, with a bang, kicked Luo Tian directly out of the private room.

The terrifying power slammed Luo Tian against the wall in the hallway, his mouth spewing blood, and he fell off the wall and passed out.

Seeing this.

Not only Wen Xiang, but Lin Youran’s beautiful eyes widened.

It was the first time she had seen Lin Tian make a move.

This single kick was not something an ordinary person could deliver.

"Get him out of here!"

Lin Tian pursed his lips, sat back down, and said to Peng Tai: "Forget about the banquet you mentioned earlier to thank me, I only said a few words! Right now, I have matters to discuss with my aunt, it’s not suitable to play with you all!"

Peng Tai looked back at Luo Tian’s pitiful state outside, his eyebrows involuntarily raised.

The force of Lin Tian’s kick took him by surprise.

Even his brother, Peng Zhanfeng, might not have such strength.

"Alright! Then I’ll find another chance to properly thank you, brother, another day!"

Peng Tai, seeing that Lin Tian was being reasonable about Luo Tian, nodded secretly, then smiled and prepared to leave the room with a fist salute.

Boom~

But, as soon as he turned around, a black shadow flew into the room from outside.

The black shadow crashed onto the room’s sofa, overturning the sofa on the other end.

Lin Youran and Wen Xiang, who were originally sitting on it, didn’t react in time and toppled backwards embarrassingly.

"Aunt!"

Lin Tian’s expression sank, he shouted, and quickly moved forward to lift the sofa.

Fortunately, Lin Youran and Wen Xiang only had their hair a little messy and were not injured.

But, Lin Tian’s face turned extremely cold, he turned his head to look at the black shadow on the ground behind the sofa, it turned out to be a young man.

However.

This young man’s face was terribly pale, spitting blood from his mouth, his hands and feet were broken, looking incredibly miserable.

"How did he get beaten like this!"

Wen Xiang screamed in shock, pulling Lin Youran aside, away from the sofa area, looking very frightened.

Lin Youran’s expression was also somewhat unnatural.

After all.

The young man’s misery was terrifying, and for these two girls, the scene was frightening.

"Brother!"

Peng Tai, who was about to leave, saw the young man’s miserable state clearly, his face changed drastically, he cried out and hurriedly went to lift the young man.

This young man was none other than Peng Zhanfeng, the top red stick of the Xiangshan Association’s wolf fangs hall!

Now being beaten like this, Peng Tai’s men were all baffled.

Peng Tai never expected, his brother, once invincible in the wolf fangs hall, would become so miserable.

"Brother, what... what happened?"

Peng Tai, eyes red, shouted loudly.

"Run... Run!"

Peng Zhanfeng was severely injured, with broken limbs, extremely weak, struggling to utter one word to Peng Tai.

But, as soon as he said it, five or six people entered the room from the doorway.

Peng Tai’s armed subordinates retreated in fear.

Seeing Peng Zhanfeng beaten like this, they were already scared out of their wits.

They could immediately tell that it was these few in front who likely did this to Peng Zhanfeng!

"Huang Anle!"

At this moment, Peng Tai turned back, seeing the newcomers clearly, his cold gaze fell on the young man with yellow hair in the lead, gritting his teeth, "Your Changxin Association wants a life-and-death struggle with our Xiangshan Association!"

Lin Tian also saw these men at this time, one of them looked familiar.

Previously, when Lin Tian was waiting for his uncle Lin Fengye at the Medicinal Food Hall in Huairou City, it was this Huang Anle who was pursuing Peng Tai, and now he’s here to kill again.

This guy was also from the Yong’an Hall under the Changxin Association, under Mo Jiwu’s control!

This time, Huang Anle was accompanied by several subordinates and an elder, dressed in a Tang suit, face full of wrinkles, hair all white, at first glance looked like an ordinary old man, the kind who could be blown over by the wind.

But as Lin Tian’s Divine Sense swept over, he understood why Peng Zhanfeng was so miserably beaten.

Because this old man was quite strong, an Earth-level Peak Martial Artist, just a bit away from stepping into the Grandmaster Realm!

Considered a Half-step Master!

"Do you have a mortal enmity?"

Yellow-haired Anle seemed relentless in pursuing Peng Tai, Lin Tian was puzzled, and couldn’t help but ask.

"Brother, this might trouble you this time! As for the current situation, it’s still because back then his brother and my brother went to Broken King Mountain, there they encountered the Eastern Mountain Land’s powerhouse, his brother died, my brother escaped back, he always thought my brother left his brother to die, so he holds a grudge!"

Peng Tai was quite helpless, shaking his head at Lin Tian: "But there was nothing that could be done at the time, according to my brother, the opponent was of Grandmaster Level, if he got back, it’s already fortunate!"

"You’re talking nonsense! It was clearly your brother who made a deal with the opponent, and took a share, leaving my brother behind!"

Huang Anle’s eyes widened, shouting angrily, while he stared fiercely at Lin Tian, "And you, kid, you interfered before at the Medicinal Food Hall, and today we meet again, you’re definitely dead!"

After hearing the words of both, Lin Tian somewhat understood their grudge.

However.

He had no friendship with Peng Tai, and didn’t want to get involved.

Therefore, he sat back down, said to Huang Anle blandly, "You need to do two things now—"

"First, apologize to my aunt!"

"Second, get out of here!"

"In short, apologize first, then get lost! Don’t make me say it a second time!"

After saying this, Lin Tian’s forest-cold gaze, looked indifferently at Huang Anle opposite, silently without speaking.