The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 304

Matthew grabbed Chester's hair and faced the rest of the Evanses. "Louis showed up at Wealthwave Group and beat up more than ten people. I still haven't settled that score with you yet, and Chester is already making a scene at Wealthwave Group. Do you guys take us as pushovers?" Wealthwave Group? Justin was taken aback. "You're with Wealthwave Group? It's just a regular company, yet you've decided to come after us when we haven't even come to you.

"How dare you! Let Chester go, and I'll give you a chance to make your case. If not, don't blame me for what happens next."

Justin waved his hand as he spoke, prompting the members of the Evans family to spread out and encircle Matthew.

Release Chester? Matthew yanked Chester's hair and threw Chester to the ground. He then stepped on Chester's neck.

"He showed up at my company looking for a fight. Why should I let him go? You owe me an explanation."

Justin's eyes were blazing with rage, and the muscles around his eyes twitched. "Do you even know who you're talking to? You're just a nobody. I don't care how you managed to subdue Chester with your petty tricks because they mean nothing.

"Right now, you're up against a family that's out of your league. We can kill you without even breaking a sweat. Release my grandson and apologize."

Finally, Matthew understood why the Evanses laid their hands on ordinary folks. They viewed the regular people as less than animals. No wonder they were so out of line.

Matthew's eyes gleamed coldly as he snapped, "Release him?" With an icy tone, Matthew uttered those two words and savagely stepped on Chester.

screamed in agony. "Save

so furious that his face contorted with rage. Anger flared in his eyes. "You're just a nobody. Yet, you have the nerve to provoke a martial arts family. Break one of his legs, Michael. Show him how defenseless

size of an average person's thigh. His fists were covered with a thick layer of calluses. It was

Walking toward Matthew, Michael

"Today, I'm

taste of Iron Fist

family. My sons

they haven't mastered the

What I'm

is the real

fist at Matthew's chest. The momentum of the punch seemed unstoppable like

in approval

showcased the

dare to face

his best bet was

it.

with Michael's Iron Fist head-on. A loud thud rang out upon contact. Matthew took a step back and lowered his

as he remarked, "You really brought this to yourself to trade blows with me