The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 442

Now, immigrating to Eastoria just made Seth seem as if he had been oblivious to all the luxury and blessings he currently enjoyed and foolishly acknowledged a peasant as his godfather.

After he had coddled up to this godfather of his and became close enough to be family, he finally found out that his godfather was destitute.

In the end, Seth still had to return to his home country for support. But should he still acknowledge this godfather of his and move to Eastoria?

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Seth could see a casually dressed young man standing at the door. The man didn't work at the publisher, but he wasn't the delivery man either since he wasn't wearing a uniform. Immediately, Seth roared in anger, "What are you doing? Who told you that you could open the door? Screw off!"

The things he had discussed with Maurice needed to be kept a secret, or things could get out of hand. That was why Seth got angry when he saw the door getting pushed open randomly.

But Matthew maintained an indifferent expression and walked into the office. When he noticed the Scholarly Tradition in Maurice's hands, his gaze sharpened instantly.

Meanwhile Seth stood up aggressively when he saw Matthew ignoring his commands.

He pointed at Matthew and bellowed angrily, "Are you fucking deaf? I'm telling you to fuck off! If you don't get out this instant, I'll call the security guards—"

Then came a clean crisp slap that landed harshly on his cheek and interrupted his speech.

for him to handle, and it battered him so hard that he began to see stars and

to support himself with the

walked toward Maurice and stretched his hand out.

Tradition away from him, his

death wish trying to take this book away from me! Just fuck off already if you don't want to

Tradition was the biggest reward he'd received after all those years of hard work, so he'd naturally kill those who

then, a slap landed on Maurice's face. Like Seth, Maurice was sent into a

grasp loosened, and Matthew immediately reached for the Scholarly Tradition when it flew out of Maurice's

to hit Maurice, Seth

Eastorian, ok? How dare you hit a

This time, he had used the Pulverizer Fist and his fist sank an

his shirt, creating a patch of red on his chest. It began to soak further down the shirt and eventually dripped onto the floor. Soon enough, the office was filled with the metallic smell of blood. The narrow space was packed with a palpable intent

its color. "You... You're crazy! You

up the stool effortlessly as he

scared out

left him horrified, and he retreated as he yelled, "You... Stand right there! Don't come here. I'm telling you! I've already immigrated, so I'm an Eastorian now. If you so