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!"

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

feet away from him. He suddenly made his move and hurled

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

eyes, Matthew charged forward. Just as he closed in, he dodged the punch and slammed his right elbow

but he was overwhelmed by a sharp pain in his chest,

disbelief. It had caved in with ribs sticking

you so tough?

your last breath. Don't bother asking about stuff

something, but he kept coughing out blood and couldn't

QUMS

to free Rachel from the ropes. Rachel had completely lost it, and she was thrashing and rolling around