The Great Medical Saint

Isaac slightly raised his chin. His eyes were filled with ridicule and disdain as he coldly looked at Matthew as if the latter were nothing more than an ant.

Shaking his head slightly, he said, "My strength isn't something that can be measured by words. If you really want to experience it, then you should be prepared to die."

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Isaac, Matthew lost interest in continuing the conversation. His gaze was as sharp as a blade as he looked at Isaac and said, "And you? Are you ready to die?"

"What did you say?" Isaac looked at Matthew in shock. No one had ever dared speak to him this way, and he thought that he had misheard.

Then, he stood up. "Punk, I thought you might have some brains since you managed to get Rachel, but it turns out that you're a moron. You have to pay the price for talking to me like that. Men, break his legs and throw him into the Lambda River to feed the fish!"

As soon as his words fell, two men suddenly appeared. One was burly, wearing a tight short-sleeved shirt that showed off his defined muscles.

The other was short at a height of about five feet and three inches tall and as thin as a stick. He walked so silently that it was as if he were floating past.

The burly man walked straight toward Matthew. His face was expressionless as if it were no big deal, and he said calmly, "You're really asking for it by provoking Mr. Wood. You must be blind!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch at Matthew's face.

The sound of a fist cutting through the air echoed. The punch was like a cannonball, carrying a terrifying force.noveldrama

Nearby, Isaac sat back down, crossed his legs, and leisurely sipped his tea as he watched the scene unfold.

Matthew narrowed his eyes and retreated two steps, then adjusted his breathing.

Seeing this, the burly man coldly scolded, "Dodging? You think you can hide? You're dead meat today!"

He suddenly lunged forward and threw another punch at Matthew. This punch was even faster than the first, whistling through the air.

Boom!

Suddenly, the burly man flew backward at an even greater speed than when he charged forward.

He flew about six feet backward before landing heavily on the ground, causing it to shake on impact.

When they looked again, they saw an obvious depression in the burly man's chest, which was a few inches deep. Broken ribs pierced through his shirt, and blood gushed out from the sunken area.

The man's body was twitching all over; he was clearly on the brink of death. Crack!

The cup in Isaac's hand fell to the ground and shattered. Glass shards and tea scattered everywhere. He stared at Matthew in surprise. "You... you're actually a skilled fighter. No wonder you talk so big."

The short bodyguard's eyes gradually turned red, and his face twisted into a ferocious expression.

He slowly walked up to Matthew. "k don't care if

Tu're a skilled fighter.

must die! You killed my

friend, so I'll slice you up, piece by piece."

As he spoke, he pulled out an eight-inch-long scimitar. The blade glinted menacingly under the sunlight.

Matthew stepped back, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up, sensing a looming danger.

It was the first time since his release from prison that he had encountered such a situation. He became much more cautious.

Rachel's face turned pale with fright. She began to retreat, distancing herself from the short man.

She feared that he might target her, which would put Matthew at a disadvantage.

She wanted to say something but swallowed her words upon seeing that Matthew was fully focused and tense. She didn't want to distract him. Quietly, she took out her phone and sent a message to Fred.

Isaac, having recovered from his

shock, resumed his arrogant demeanor. "Do you think you're all that just because you took down one guy? Out of all my bodyguards, he was the biggest but also the weakest. No matter how good you are, you won't be leaving here alive."