Starting with the Immortal Cultivation System, what can you use to fight me?

Brother Chen watched the thug Xiaowu groan in pain, his anger instantly ignited. He stared at Lin Han with wide eyes, as if he wanted to devour him alive. However, his years of experience in the underworld told him that this young man was no ordinary person, and he had to proceed with caution.

"Boy, you dare to touch my little brother? Do you know who I am?" Brother Chen roared angrily. His voice echoed in the outpatient room, trying to overwhelm Lin Han with his momentum.

"Shut up!" Lin Han's expression froze, and then he slapped Brother Chen hard in the face.

Snapped--!

The sound of a slap echoed in the clinic. Brother Chen was slapped by Lin Han and spun around three times before falling heavily to the ground. He covered his red cheeks, his eyes full of shock and anger.

"You...you dare to hit me!" Brother Chen roared angrily, his voice a little hoarse because of pain and anger.

"I'm going to hit you." Lin Han said coldly, without any fluctuation in his eyes, as if he had just done something insignificant.

"Brothers, come on!" Seeing Lin Han being so arrogant, Brother Chen could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He shouted loudly and commanded the gangsters behind him to rush towards Lin Han.

"This..." Several thugs hesitated. Although they were fierce, they couldn't help but feel a little scared when faced with Lin Han's ruthless methods just now.

"What the hell...what are you still standing there for! Come on!"

Seeing that the thugs were hesitant, Brother Chen roared angrily, his eyes full of ruthlessness and determination.

After hearing Brother Chen's yell, the hesitation in the hearts of the gangsters instantly disappeared. They waved their fists and rushed towards Lin Han.

"Kid, take my Tiger Fist!" Several thugs, each displaying their mediocre kung fu skills learned from TV dramas, charged at Lin Han with all their might. However, in Lin Han's eyes, their movements were like slow motion, and every flaw was clearly visible.

Lin Han moved, weaving among the thugs like a ghost. Each of his strikes was incredibly precise, pinching wrists or grabbing shoulders. Every contact was accompanied by screams from the thugs. In less than a minute, several thugs fell to the ground, groaning in pain, unable to stand up again.

Brother Chen watched the scene unfold before him, a wave of fear washing over him. He had never imagined that this seemingly ordinary young man possessed such extraordinary skills. He swallowed hard, suppressed his fear, and forced a smile, saying, "Brother...brother, today's incident...I was blind to the true power of the mountain. I...I'm leaving now..."

"Did I tell you to leave?" Lin Han interrupted Brother Chen coldly, his eyes flashing with coldness, as if he wanted to freeze Brother Chen.

Brother Chen was so frightened by Lin Han's gaze that his entire body trembled. He knew he had hit a wall today. He quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and begged for mercy: "Brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong! Please let me go! I promise I will never dare to mess with you again!"

"Pick up the cigar you just threw on the ground with your mouth, and lick the ash on the ground clean! Do you understand?" Lin Han ordered lightly. Although his voice was calm, every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Brother Chen's heart.

Upon hearing this, Brother Chen's face instantly turned pale as paper. He raised his head and looked at Lin Han with pleading eyes, but Lin Han's eyes were as cold as ice, without a single wavering. He knew that if he didn't do what Lin Han said today, he might never leave this clinic again.

With trembling hands, Brother Chen struggled to pick up the cigar from the ground. He then brought it to his lips, licking the dust off bit by bit with his tongue. Every lick was like a knife slicing through his heart. But he dared not complain, only silently enduring it all.

When Brother Chen finally licked the cigar and the ash on the ground, his lips were already red and swollen, and he seemed to be exhausted. He raised his head and looked at Lin Han with pleading eyes, hoping that he would let him go.

"Get out." Lin Han spat out two words lightly.

Brother Chen felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly stood up and left the clinic in disgrace with his thugs.

As he stepped out of the clinic, he lashed out viciously, "Kid! If you have the guts, stay right here and don't move. I'm going to call someone and I guarantee they'll beat you so badly that even your mother won't recognize you!"

"I'm at your service anytime!" After hearing this, Lin Han just smiled coldly and did not take Brother Chen's harsh words to heart.

"This bunch of social scum, they come to our clinic to make trouble, they really have nothing better to do - they are looking for trouble!" Xu Ming said with a smile, a hint of disdain on his face.

"Lin Han, if that Brother Chen comes to make trouble again, don't stop me. I will definitely break his 'third leg' and make him have a deep understanding, otherwise all my training as a fifth-degree black belt in Taekwondo will be in vain!" Yang Siqi also said angrily, with anger flashing in her eyes. She was obviously very angry about what happened just now.

Lin Han couldn't help but smile as he looked at the two people's indignant expressions.

"Okay, don't be angry. These people are just jumping clowns, not worth our anger." Lin Han comforted, his tone full of confidence and calmness.

Just then, a woman wearing black sunglasses and a white dress walked into the TCM clinic. She possessed an elegant demeanor, her demeanor exuding a unique charm. She removed her sunglasses, revealing a delicate face and eyes as bright as stars, giving off a fresh and refined air.

"It's you!" Lin Han recognized the person at a glance. It was the big star 'Xue Ya' who was treated at the airport before.

"Wow, is this the real goddess Xueya?... Am I dreaming, little Xuzi?" After seeing Xueya in person, Yang Siqi excitedly pulled Xu Ming's arm and shook it, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.

As she said this, she subconsciously reached out and pinched Xu Ming to confirm whether she was dreaming.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, Sister Qi, what are you doing!" Xu Ming grimaced in pain. He didn't expect Yang Siqi to pinch him suddenly, and he couldn't help feeling helpless.

"It's real, not a dream!" Yang Siqi excitedly let go of Xu Ming's hand, then quickly walked up to Xueya and said admiringly, "Goddess Xueya, I'm your loyal fan. Can you give me an autograph?"

Xueya looked at Yang Siqi's excitement and couldn't help but smile, then nodded and said, "Of course."

After saying that, she signed her name on the notebook that Yang Siqi handed over.