Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 739 - 737. - Don’t Talk Nonsense

Those who did not know him were not disrespectful or dissatisfied because they saw Ge Dongxu for the first time or because he was sitting in the main seat at such a young age. Instead, everyone's gaze towards him was filled with a trace of shock and awe.

The reason was that they saw Ouyang Murong standing behind him like a subordinate.

The younger generation might not recognize Ouyang Murong, but the older ones had heard of some of his exploits in the jungles of Northern Myanmar, and some even had previous business dealings with him.

The news of Ouyang Murong being accidentally shot in the past few days had spread far and wide within this circle, and many had even gone to visit him, knowing he was severely injured.

Yet now, not only was Ouyang Murong standing unharmed behind the young man, he also had a solemn expression. Any slightly sensible person would not readily express dissatisfaction or disrespect towards Ge Dongxu at this point.

Privately, everyone was secretly guessing who this young man was to have someone like Ouyang Murong willingly standing by his side.

"Mr. Song, has everyone arrived?" Ge Dongxu asked with a faint look at Song Wenhong after some time had passed without anyone else arriving.

Ge Dongxu had already privately inquired about Ouyang Murong being shot three times.

He knew that the incident stemmed from the largest gang in Melbourne, a local force called the Hell Rebels, whose second-in-command, Kohl, had been looking for fun on Song Wenhong's turf and was suddenly killed by gunfire.

With the second-in-command of Hell Rebels being shot and killed on Chinese turf, the Hell Rebels naturally would not let it go.

Hence, utilizing their numerical superiority and their status as locals, the Hell Rebels quickly retaliated against the Chinese gangs.

Many industries under the Chinese gangs, especially entertainment venues, suffered impacts and damage.

Though overseas Chinese were no strangers to internal strife, they were very united when other forces infringed on their circle's interests, knowing that only by standing together could they secure a foothold abroad. Therefore, the retaliation by Hell Rebels soon provoked the collective wrath of Chinese gangs, and the conflict between the two sides intensified.

However, at this time, everyone was still restrained; no lives had been lost, just some business disruptions and property damages, along with injuries.

At this moment, while drinking morning tea with Song Wenhong, Ouyang Murong suddenly became a target of gunfire.

Ouyang Murong and Song Wenhong were somewhat similar in build and appearance, probably leading the assassin to misidentify his target and repeatedly shoot at Ouyang Murong.

Fortunately, Ouyang Murong, possessing cultivation and experience, avoided several critical shots, thus saving his life. Had it been Song Wenhong, he likely would have been killed.

Ge Dongxu had summoned these Chinese businessmen and gang leaders to ascertain whether it was indeed someone from their side who had killed Kohl!

If it was, Ge Dongxu would certainly not let the perpetrator go because not only did they endanger the Chinese in Melbourne, but they also nearly killed his nephew.

As for the Hell Rebels, they naturally would not let it go either.

This was a matter of sequence.

"Mr. Ge, there's still one person, Ye Biao, who hasn't arrived," Song Wenhong stood up and replied, his expression slightly unnatural.

"Hmph, Ye Biao's airs are getting bigger and bigger! All of us uncles are here, and yet he, a junior, is still dilly-dallying," a man around sixty years old complained with dissatisfaction.

"Say less, Acan, you know as well as I do that Ye Biao's business has been growing, and so has the number of his underlings. It's normal for him to put on airs," another boss next to him said, nudging the man who had spoken with his elbow, trying to pacify him.

"Hmph, times have changed now, and growing the business big might not necessarily be a good thing. It not only ruins our Chinese reputation but also, who knows, one day it could lead to a downfall, even costing lives!" Acan, the man referred to, clearly had issues with Ye Biao and muttered another sentence after hearing this.

"Mr. Ge, Ye Biao's business has grown a lot in the past few years, and he is very bold. He's not only dealing in drugs but also in arms. Unlike us, who are mostly transitioning to legitimate industries and maintaining our gang mainly for self-protection against bullying. After all, being foreigners in a strange land, sometimes money alone is not enough, we also need force," Song Wenhong explained quietly.

"Sometimes being bold is not necessarily a good thing, since Ye Biao hasn't arrived yet, let's wait a bit more," Ge Dongxu said indifferently, a trace of cold light flashing in his eyes.

"No need to wait, I'm here," just as Ge Dongxu's words fell, a man about thirty years old, cigar in his mouth, swaggered in with four bodyguards following him.

The bodyguards had bulging waists, clearly armed.

Seeing the man swagger in with four bodyguards, Song Wenhong's face changed immediately, and he hurriedly stood up and said, "A Biao, what are you doing? Everyone is waiting for you to start the meeting, tell your men to step outside."

"I was about to ask what you all are doing? Speaking of which, even though you guys have gone legitimate, many of you were big shots on the streets. Damn, when did it become the turn for a greenhorn to sit as the boss? If anyone should sit, it should be me!" Ye Biao removed the cigar from his mouth with his thumb and forefinger, blowing out smoke, and then disdainfully pointed at Ge Dongxu sitting in the main seat, cursing.

"A Biao! Don't speak rashly, and pay your respects to..." Song Wenhong and others who had seen Ge Dongxu's methods changed their complexion when they heard Ye Biao speak recklessly and quickly shouted.

But their cries were already too late, Ouyang Murong's expression had darkened, a cold light flashed in his eyes, his foot stomped on the ground, and like a cheetah, he had already sprung out.

Before Ye Biao and his bodyguards could react, Ouyang Murong had reached them, leaped up, and delivered a Whirlwind Kick, thump, thump, thump, thump, four bodyguards were laid out in the blink of an eye.

Following that, Ouyang Murong's fingers spread like a vise, suddenly grasping Ye Biao's neck, while his left knee sharply struck Ye Biao's stomach.

"Ah!" Ye Biao was immediately doubled over by the knee strike, pain evident on his face.

The entire hall suddenly quieted down, everyone staring at Ouyang Murong with shocked eyes.

Some of them knew of Ouyang Murong's fierceness and his good fighting skills, but they had not expected him to be this formidable.

Especially Song Wenhong, Lin Tian, and others, their faces were filled with terror.

Just this morning, Ouyang Murong was still lying in the ICU, not yet past the critical period!

But now?