The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 142

Matthew's right fist slowly clenched, his veins bulging as a terrifying force seemed to gather within.

With slow steps, he walked toward Noah. "Three million, huh? Can you withstand 300 punches? Because I want to beat you to death!"

Noah's eyes widened in surprise. "You want to fight me? Well, you didn't wet your pants, so I'll give you that. Alright, let's see if you can take on my 15 men." As Noah laughed heartily, the burly men rushed in from outside while holding machetes, steel pipes, and even some flamboyant swords.

They surrounded Matthew with murderous intent.

A tattooed brute was the first to charge at Matthew, swinging the steel pipe in his hand while cursing, "With so many of us, do you fucking dare to fight us?" Noah suddenly spoke up, "Watch where you hit him. Don't damage his organs or the parts we need to sell."

The tattooed man responded, "Got it. I'll make sure he's still good to sell after I'm done."

With that, he furiously swung the steel pipe at Matthew's head.

But before the pipe fell on him, Matthew dashed forward in one swift movement and charged at the opponent with his shockingly powerful right fist. His punch landed on the brute's chest.

A deafening sound echoed, and the tattooed man was sent flying before his body crashed to the ground.

steel pipe he was gripping clattered and rolled to a stop at Matthew's

at the tattooed brute lying on the ground

his skin. Fresh blood rapidly soaked through his clothes,

out of his mouth as his lips

looked like he

shouted "Fucking attack him all at once! Do you want to die one by one? Use

BUMS

the remaining men charged

on the steel pipe, rolling it back with his foot before flicking it forward to catch

their machetes and swung them at

steel pipe in Matthew's hand became a blur as he struck. What followed was the sickening sounds

men's arms drooped limply as their blades fell to

men hesitated as they watched their colleagues go down, giving Matthew the chance

and hit four more henchmen. Blood gushed out of their heads as

backed

fear as they looked at Matthew, who by then