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!"

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

that, Sheldon noticed Matthew was only six feet away from him. He suddenly made his move and hurled his fist at Matthew's

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

elbow into Sheldon's chest. After a bang, Sheldon was knocked back for ten feet,

tried to pick himself up, but he was overwhelmed by a sharp pain in his chest, which hit him

disbelief. It had caved in with ribs sticking out

are you so tough? Who the heck

your last breath. Don't bother asking about stuff that's none of

looked like he wanted to say something, but he kept coughing out blood and couldn't get a word out. After that, Sheldon flailed his

QUMS

hurried up to free Rachel from the ropes.