The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Matthew's eyes looked dangerous as if a fire was raging inside him. His murderous intent was through the roof like an enraged beast.

Clenching his fists, Matthew slowly walked up to Sheldon. "You're courting death, Sheldon Smith!"

A hint of malice flashed in Sheldon's eyes. He realized Matthew had lost his cool.

A martial artist's biggest mistake was losing their composure. Matthew was lacking in both skill and spirit, so Sheldon felt Matthew wasn't even worth his time.

Sheldon got even more arrogant. "Rachel has already taken a potent aphrodisiac, Matthew. Soon, she'll be a desperate woman, begging me to satisfy her. You're going to witness a hell of a show before you die. Damn! Aren't you lucky?" Matthew found his fist shaking. Even if he wasn't worried about Sheldon harming Rachel, he would have made his move by now.

He slowly inched closer and shouted, "I'm going to kill you!"

Matthew, who was walking to his doom. "Kill me? You're joking, right? I could take you out with just one

that, Sheldon noticed Matthew was only six feet away from him. He suddenly made

flew out like lightning. If it landed on Matthew's throat, it'd be game over for

in, he dodged the punch and slammed his right elbow into

overwhelmed by a sharp pain in his chest, which

fear, he stared at his chest in disbelief. It had caved

tough? Who the heck

"You're already drawing your last breath. Don't bother asking

blood and couldn't get a word out. After that, Sheldon

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to free Rachel from the ropes. Rachel had completely lost it, and