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.

ease. In just a few moves, all of Jermaine's men were on the ground, holding

Before Jermaine could even finish his sentence, his goons

even notice the cigarette slipping

speed alone won't cut it. Without the steel pipe, your

regular guy,

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

without uttering a word. Talking to the opponent was as pointless as talking to

walked right up to Matthew. "Without power, speed is

unleashed an explosive power from beneath his

elbow into his abdomen. A dull thud rang out, bringing

by a truck. He hit the

walked over and coldly asked, "How's that for a

up a mouthful of blood, gritting his teeth

made him feel like he was about to

through his clothes,

dilated. "Am I dying from a tickle? How