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."

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. Hand over Silas, and I might let you go. Otherwise, you'll end up like those guys

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

you let me

joke. "You won't let me go? Ha! You're like an ant, daring to talk big. Today,

that, the three bodyguards stepped aside to

watched Louis with mounting anxiety as she gripped her clothes tightly. Her knuckles turned

before bringing his right hand up with his

bloodthirsty grin on

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

Strike jabbed toward Matthew's chest like a sword. Just as it was about to pierce through,