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.

air echoed. The punch

legs, and leisurely sipped his tea as he

narrowed his eyes and retreated two steps,

man coldly scolded, "Dodging? You think you

forward and threw another punch at Matthew. This

Boom!

burly man flew backward at an even greater speed than when he

landing heavily on the ground, causing it to

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

over; he was clearly on the brink

everywhere. He stared at Matthew in surprise. "You... you're actually a skilled

and his face twisted

slowly walked up to Matthew. "k

Tu're a skilled fighter.

die! You killed

slice you

eight-inch-long scimitar. The blade glinted menacingly under