The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 638

Harvey's movements paused, and he looked surprisingly at Matthew. "Y-You wanna help him?"

He had long noticed Matthew and assumed he was from Woolfields.

According to his knowledge, the Woolfields townspeople would never help Kingston. That was also why they so brazenly came to his house and forced him to call off the engagement. He was truly baffled at that point.

Matthew stated coldly, "Yes, I'm helping him."

Marvey seemed to be in utter disbelief. "You... What are you even thinking? Are you sure you want to help this jinx?"

Marvey's reaction made Matthew think that helping Kingston-who did who knew what—was an act of moral injustice.

However, he couldn't care less about the details. "You don't have to care what I think. Just know I'm helping him!"

Marvey nodded, his expression increasingly menacing. "Nice. Very nice. Since you want to butt your head into this, don't blame me for what's about to come."

Following that, he ordered the two burly men, "You two, suppress Kingston while I finish this punk. Then we can continue with getting his thumbprint!"

He put down the ink pad and strode toward Matthew, sending threats with each step he took. "You still have a chance to run before I beat the crap out of you. Otherwise, you'll be crying in your fucking pants!"

a punch landed on Harvey's nose at lightning

punch, Matthew uttered coldly, "No, it's

tingling sensation in his nose, Harvey touched it, only to find his hand covered

pulled out his dagger. "You... How dare you sneak attack

and unleashed a high roundhouse kick. A muffled thud sounded as the kick landed on Harvey's temple, plunging him to the floor with his dagger

scene and quickly released

anxiously shouted, "Don't let

He crouched beside Harvey, picked up the dagger, and stabbed twice into the latter's

an atrocious wail of pain as

saw how unhesitant Matthew was with the dagger and retreated in fear, terrified to go near him. Scarlett, too, turned pale

if he were the devil's incarnation, "Stop screaming. It's annoying. From now on, I'll stab you

was as if staying silent made his injury even more unbearable; his forehead formed a layer of sweat, and his body began

here wants to break off the engagement, doesn't she? Why not just return

the money. Now will you please

returning

cold and stern. "Shut up and do

for one buck less,