The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 663

Kingston was anxious. Why wasn't Matthew doing anything? Could it be that Matthew was upset because he didn't tell him about Plague Compendium?

A burly man swung a steel pipe at Kingston's head. The latter shut his eyes in fear when a thud filled the air.

Just before the steel pipe could reach Kingston, the burly man was knocked backward as if hit by a truck. He crashed with the people behind him, throwing the group into chaos. The rest were so scared that they stopped in their tracks immediately.

When Kingston opened his eyes, he saw Matthew standing firmly in front of him, solid and steady. He immediately felt at ease.

Matthew leaned forward to pick up the steel pipe that was dropped on the ground, giving it a feel as he swung it lightly.

The steel pipe sliced through the air with a sharp whistle. It felt a bit light, but it would do the job. He then looked around at the remaining enemies.

With a hint of surprise, Jermaine eyed Matthew and took a puff of his cigarette. "I didn't expect to see a capable fighter here. But no matter how skilled you are, you're just an ordinary guy. I'm not lifting a finger for someone like you."

After saying that, he yelled, "What the hell are you all standing around for? Go at him together. Beat him to a pulp-"

Jermaine barely got through half of what he wanted to say before he fell silent.

weaving through them with ease. In just a few moves, all of Jermaine's men were

Before Jermaine could even finish his

didn't even notice the cigarette slipping from

won't cut it. Without the steel

Matthew was just a regular guy, and Jermaine had faced a quicker

and dance around Jermaine in the duel. Furious, Jermaine broke his leg in the end. So, in Jermaine's eyes, Matthew's speed

word. Talking to the opponent was as pointless as talking to a wall. Only the last one standing had the right to

right up to Matthew. "Without power, speed is

up, he unleashed an explosive power from beneath his feet. With a bang, the floor tiles cracked

to Jermaine, driving his elbow into his abdomen. A dull

20 feet as if he'd been hit by a truck. He hit the ground hard, kicking up dust

over and coldly asked, "How's that

his teeth as he said,

spoke, the excruciating pain in his chest made him feel like he was about to pass

his clothes, exposing bone streaked with blood. It seemed like his insides had

dilated. "Am I