The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

After hearing Sara's command, Louis fixed Matthew with a scornful glare. "So, you're the chauffeur?"

As someone from the top martial artist family in Lambda City, Louis had an inflated sense of superiority. He dismissed even other martial artists from lesser families as beneath him. To him, a mere chauffeur wasn't worth his attention. Matthew met Louis' gaze with icy calm. As a martial artist, he typically adhered to an unspoken rule of not engaging with ordinary people unless provoked. But Louis had broken that rule, using brutal methods and severely injuring several people. He said, "Do you even realize what you're doing? Barging in here in broad daylight and injuring people? This is a straight-up criminal."

Louis' contempt grew. "What's wrong? Are you afraid?"

Matthew responded coldly, "It's not about fear. Everyone needs to adhere to some rules."

Louis suddenly burst into laughter. "Rules? Ha! Rules are set by the powerful to keep the weak in check. They're made for people like you-what do they have to do with me?"

Matthew's eyes glinted with a cold, sharp intensity. "You consider yourself a strongman? I've never heard of you."

Evans family in Lambda City. "Even if I told you, you wouldn't understand. It's not just you. Even your boss can't break into the real circle of power.

his real target was Silas. His brutal treatment of the guards was meant to intimidate them. Now that he was face-to-face

coldly, "I won't hand over Silas. Even if you let me go, I won't let you off

laughed as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke. "You won't let me go? Ha! You're like an ant, daring to talk big. Today, I'll show you

three bodyguards stepped aside to clear the way for Matthew to

watched Louis with mounting anxiety as she gripped her clothes tightly. Her knuckles turned white, showing how much she was

brutal as possible. I want him to understand the consequences of crossing me." Louis turned around and gave an "okay" before bringing his right hand up with his two fingers together. This was the Evans family's signature move, the Fatal Strike. The two fingers were like a sword that could pierce through the opponent's chest. This deadly technique had cemented the Evans

a bloodthirsty grin

can't even recognize true strength. Today, I'll expand your view and show you what a real

His Fatal Strike jabbed toward Matthew's chest like