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."

you're not worthy of knowing. I'm from the 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

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

ant, daring to talk big. Today, I'll show you what a real powerhouse looks like." As he spoke,

three bodyguards stepped aside to clear the way for Matthew

anxiety as she gripped her clothes tightly. Her knuckles turned white, showing how

shouted at Louis, "Don't hold back. Make it as 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 family's

bloodthirsty grin

but you're stuck at the bottom and can't even

like a sword. Just as