What a Coincidence-I'm a Doctor / The Demon Fox, Uemoto Ichigo; Koyuki Finally Gains Her Freedom

Do you remember why you asked me that day?

Behind the Scribe, carrying a medical kit, Gyutaro took a while to remember what the other person had said.

Regarding the matter of why the Scribe let Huang Fu go that day.

How do you know that after you get rid of Huang Fu, those people behind her won't come back?

In Scribe's opinion, even if Huang Fu was dealt with that day, it wouldn't completely resolve the issue between Koume and Gyutaro.

After all, Huang Fu was at best a low-level employee and didn't have any crucial say.

To truly resolve this issue at its root, we need someone with real authority.

As he spoke, the Scribe gestured for the Gyutaro to stop.

Cutting the weeds and eliminating the roots is one approach, while casting a long line to catch a big fish is another.

Pointing ahead, the Scribe said.

See, someone has come to us on their own initiative.

Following the direction the Scribe was pointing, Gyutaro indeed saw more than a dozen burly men in front of him.

His upper body was bare, and his exposed muscles were covered with scars.

The leader was over two meters tall and had a scar on his face that ran diagonally from the corner of his left eye to the root of his right ear.

Just as the Scribe had said, a dozen burly men pushed aside the surrounding crowd and charged aggressively toward them.

Standing before the two men, the scarred giant looked down at the Scribe, who was shorter than him.

His eyes darted around, and he examined it carefully.

Is that him?

After confirming with his men that everything was correct, the burly man suddenly turned around and grinned.

Kid, this is a robbery.

Chapter 105 What a coincidence, I am a doctor

Despite the threat from the Han, the Scribe's expression remained unchanged.

Who are you robbing? Me?

After hearing the Scribe's words, the big man gave a cold laugh.

Who else could it be but you? Am I talking to thin air?!

After saying that, the scarred man slapped the Scribe across the face.

The heavy, large hand created a whooshing sound, and a greasy smell, as if the hands hadn't been washed for years, wafted over.

Finally, a large hand slapped the Scribe across the face.

Then, they went through it.

His eyes widened instantly as the scarred man realized that he had only hit an afterimage left by his opponent.

Terrified, he was about to shout something when he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, the Scribe had quietly appeared behind him.

As if he had seen a ghost, the big man jumped back a few steps, pointed at the Scribe, and shouted to his men.

What are you waiting for? Let's go!

Upon hearing this, the other dozen or so burly men's expressions hardened, and they rushed over.

Seeing this, Gyutaro was standing nearby, quickly put down his medical kit and wanted to rush over to help.

Although he knew very well that he might fall down after defeating one or two big men.

Even so, he couldn't just stand by and watch his benefactor be beaten by others.

However, he had only taken a few steps when he slowly stopped.

His pupils gradually dilated; he was shocked by the Scribe's actions.

Faced with the attack of more than a dozen burly men, Scribe actually launched a suicidal charge.

With a forward lunge, he rushed in front of a burly man.

Then, he punched the other person in the chin.

The crisp sound of bones cracking was clearly audible even to Gyutaro.

The burly man, whose jaw had been smashed open, coughed up a mouthful of blood, his teeth flying everywhere.

She rolled her eyes and fainted.

One punch knocked one man down, and the other burly men were stunned.

This is different from the intelligence they received.

Wasn't this guy supposed to be a frail young man?

You actually call someone who can smash a man's jaw with one punch weak?

Seeing his men starting to retreat, the scarred man's face immediately turned cold.

Let's retreat from Kiel and charge!

After saying that, in order to boost morale, he launched the first attack.

He clasped his hands together, forming a fist, and then jumped, slamming the fist heavily into the back of the Scribe's head.

The scarred man was very confident in his attack, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He once used this move to easily shatter a person's sternum.

In other words, if someone were hit by their own blow, a dent would definitely appear on the back of their head.

Die!

His lips curled up wildly, and the scarred man's face was full of arrogant laughter.

So what if the intelligence is different? My strength is what it is.

This thin young man in front of me is as powerless as a little mudfish in my hands.

Despite the scarred man's attack, the Scribe's expression remained unchanged.

All he did was clench his right fist.

Then, he suddenly turned around.

His clenched right fist met the scarred man's fist.

But the scarred man sensed an inexplicable aura emanating from that seemingly ordinary fist.

Fiery, magnificent, as if it were the most fiery body in the world.

At that moment, he felt that the person standing in front of him was not human.

Rather, it is the sun.

Sweat instantly appeared on his forehead, and the back of his clothes was soaked.

The muscles in his face twitched incessantly, as if he were going through some painful struggle.

In the end, the scarred man's biological instincts prevailed over everything.

The falling fist instantly retracted, standing upright in front of him, transforming into the shape of a shield.

Their enormous bodies are squeezed together as much as possible in order to make their surface area smaller.

The scarred man regretted why he had built such massive muscles.

If I were a tiny insect, I could dig a hole in the ground and escape.

At that moment, the Scribe's fist had already touched his forearm.

Click, click, click

The sound of a boulder crushing a tree rang out, and the scarred man's thick arm was only slightly harder than paper in front of the Scribe's fist.

He easily shattered the opponent's bones, and the pain instantly spread throughout his body, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

Ah, bang!

He had barely uttered a syllable when the rest of his shout was swallowed back down by a punch.

Although it didn't hit his chin directly, the fiery aura still penetrated through the barriers of muscles, bones, and even nerves, blasting into the scarred man's brain.

In an instant, he felt like a lab rat that had fallen into a furnace.

The brain was boiling, the blood was evaporating, and every cell in the body was painfully shattering.

Thick fingers dug tightly into his skin, tearing streaks of blood.

His whites rolled back and bulged outwards, his lips became dry and dehydrated, and a touch of red appeared on his dark face.

After he lost consciousness, his massive body was blasted away.

After rolling around on the ground a few times, it stopped moving.

The air was filled with the smell of burnt muscle.

It seems the scarred man is unlikely to survive.

Upon seeing this, the other burly men turned deathly pale.

The leader was knocked out with a single punch, so what could his underlings possibly do?

The burly men, who used to be so domineering, suddenly stood on tiptoe, as if they had encountered a cat and mice, hoping not to be noticed.

However, Gyutaro had already blocked their way.

The bones in his hands cracked, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on his face.

The burly men who were about to escape were enraged when they saw that it was just a sickly man blocking their way.

It's true that we can't beat that guy, but how dare you, little brat, come out and pretend?

Unexpectedly, just as he took a step, the Scribe's voice came from behind him.

Hey, where are you guys planning to run off to? Didn't you just say you were going to rob me?

Slowly turning around, I saw the devilish smile on Scribe's face.

In the following time, the Scribe and the Gyutaro together knocked down all the remaining dozen or so strong men.

Grabbing the last person by the collar, Gyutaro punched him hard in the eye socket.

The redness and bruising around his eyes almost completely filled the big man's face, leaving only a small gap at his mouth.

The reason he was still alive was because Gyutaro didn't have a sickle in his hand.

If he had it, these people would probably be lying dead here by now.

With his mouth slightly open, the burly man let out his final shout.

I need a doctor.

Then, his head lolled to the side and he passed out.

Wiping the blood off his hands, Scribe said calmly.

Coincidentally, I am a doctor.

Chapter 106 Demon Fox Kamihito Ichi, Koume Finally Gains Her Freedom

Before knocking everyone unconscious, the Scribe did not forget to use some interrogation methods to find out the identities of the people behind these big men.

Let's go.

Brushing the dust off his clothes, the Scribe pointed to the medical kit next to him, indicating that Gyutaro should take it.

Without the slightest hesitation, Gyutaro ran straight over.

After this incident, he had witnessed firsthand how terrifying the Scribe could be.