The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 358

Isaac slightly raised his chin. His eyes were filled with ridicule and disdain as he coldly looked at Matthew as if the latter were nothing more than an ant.

Shaking his head slightly, he said, "My strength isn't something that can be measured by words. If you really want to experience it, then you should be prepared to die."

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of Isaac, Matthew lost interest in continuing the conversation. His gaze was as sharp as a blade as he looked at Isaac and said, "And you? Are you ready to die?"

"What did you say?" Isaac looked at Matthew in shock. No one had ever dared speak to him this way, and he thought that he had misheard.

Then, he stood up. "Punk, I thought you might have some brains since you managed to get Rachel, but it turns out that you're a moron. You have to pay the price for talking to me like that. Men, break his legs and throw him into the Lambda River to feed the fish!"

As soon as his words fell, two men suddenly appeared. One was burly, wearing a tight short-sleeved shirt that showed off his defined muscles.

The other was short at a height of about five feet and three inches tall and as thin as a stick. He walked so silently that it was as if he were floating past.

The burly man walked straight toward Matthew. His face was expressionless as if it were no big deal, and he said calmly, "You're really asking for it by provoking Mr. Wood. You must be blind!"

As he spoke, he threw a punch at Matthew's face.

fist cutting through the air echoed. The punch was like a cannonball,

sat back down, crossed his legs, and leisurely sipped his tea as he

retreated

You think you can hide? You're dead meat

Matthew. This punch was even faster than the

Boom!

an

backward before landing heavily on the ground, causing it to

in the burly man's chest, which was a few inches deep. Broken

body was twitching all over; he was clearly on the brink of

tea scattered everywhere. He stared at Matthew in

eyes gradually turned red, and his face

to Matthew. "k don't

Tu're a skilled fighter.

die! You

slice you up, piece by

spoke, he pulled out an eight-inch-long scimitar.