Urban Super Medical Saint

Chapter 744 - 743: Making a Move

A black Mercedes Benz approached slowly through the darkness of the night.

Daisy looked at the black Mercedes Benz with a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.

However, she soon curved her lips into a cold smile, lightly shook the glass in her hand, and took a sip.

Suddenly, hundreds of high-powered motorcycles roared to life, filling the air with the thunderous sound of their engines.

The very earth seemed to tremble at that moment.

The glass windows of the club motel were trembling slightly.

The headlights of hundreds of motorcycles all turned on, shining toward the slowly approaching Mercedes Benz.

With a howl, hundreds of motorcycles charged toward the Mercedes Benz and then surrounded it, circling round and round.

The riders were yelling, flipping off the people inside the car, and even some women were taking off their bras, waving them at the Mercedes Benz.

In the passenger seat, Song Wenhong looked at this crazy scene, his face turning somewhat pale.

Although he too was a figure in the Chinese gangs of Melbourne and was considered brave, it all depended on the situation.

Like today, him, Ge Dongxu and Ouyang Murong, only the three of them, had driven into the territory of the Hell's Rebels, and then to be surrounded by hundreds of high-powered motorcycles like a steel tidal wave, even with great courage, at this moment his heart was pounding fiercely, and his palms were sweating.

But Ge Dongxu, who was sitting in the back, was still nonchalantly crossing his legs, looking completely at ease.

Ouyang Murong, at the wheel, held the steering wheel steady, his expression calm as still water, no matter how many motorcycles whooshed by in front of the car, he just kept pressing the accelerator, driving forward steadily as if he didn't see the motorcycles in front at all.

The car finally stopped about ten meters away from the club motel.

Because the motorcycles had returned to the front of the motel, blocking the road to the establishment.

When the car stopped, Ouyang Murong got out from the driver's seat, went to the back of the car, and opened the door.

Ge Dongxu got out of the car leisurely and with ease.

Daisy, holding a glass of wine and leaning on the railing of the balcony, looked at the unfamiliar young man descending from the car and once again a look of surprise crossed her eyes.

"This is getting more and more interesting! It turns out to be a young man, and Song is merely accompanying him," Daisy murmured to herself after taking a sip of red wine.

"Master Ge, that woman on the balcony is Daisy!" Song Wenhong approached Ge Dongxu and whispered.

Although Ge Dongxu had already heard about Daisy from Song Wenhong, he was still a bit taken aback by the sight of Daisy under the balcony lights.

Indeed, she was an uncommon beauty, and with such an elegant demeanor, it was hard to associate her with the godmother of Australia's underground forces had he not been briefed by Song Wenhong.

Thinking to himself, Ge Dongxu's eyes shifted from surprise to a cold gleam.

"I'm sorry Song, but our boss said you can't bring weapons over, so please raise your hands. We'll need to

"Ah!" The person on the motorcycle was directly knocked off by the bat, and the motorcycle, uncontrolled, charged forward, crashing heavily onto the previously fallen motorcycle and rider.

Ouyang Murong, whose cultivation had advanced by leaps and bounds through countless life-and-death battles in the jungles of Northern Myanmar, was like a tiger descending the mountain, a flood dragon entering the sea, and with only a baseball bat, he had, within minutes, left the motorcycle gang members sprawling, with over twenty people and bikes lying defeated.

This scene made Song Wenhong's eyes almost pop out, and while it instilled fear and apprehension in the gang members, it also incited their indignant fury, as if insulted for life, with even more of them revving up their bikes and charging forward with shouts of anger.

Ultimately, with only the Fourth Layer of Qi Cultivation, Ouyang Murong began breathing rapidly after taking down more than twenty people and bikes, and beads of sweat started to appear on his forehead.

Seeing this, Ge Dongxu slightly frowned, and just as he was about to step in, his expression suddenly changed, and his gaze turned toward a deserted building hundreds of meters away.