The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 830

Holding his head, Benson staggered to his feet and glared at Matthew. "Do you realize who I am? I'm from Eastoria, so you've gotten yourself into serious trouble. Just you wait. This is going to be an international dispute. I'm calling the embassy. You're going to be in so much trouble."

As Benson threw out his threat, Matthew leaned down and picked up the broken chair leg before walking straight toward him.

Benson had only dialed two numbers when he saw Matthew coming over. In a panic, he yelled, "W-What do you think you're doing? Stop right there! I'm not Cafran but Eastorian. If you hit me, you'll regret it-"

The broken chair leg whistled through the air and slammed right into Benson's mouth.

Benson let out a piercing scream and collapsed. As he tried to get up and speak, he realized something was in his mouth. As he spat it out, blood along with some teeth hit the floor.

Wielding the broken chair leg, Matthew continued making his way toward Benson.

Blood filled Benson's mouth, and his face started twitching in pain. He was about Osay something when he saw Matthew closing in again, causing him to stagger back in panic.

screaming,

the distance without hurrying. He looked like he

backed into a wall with nowhere else to go. Matthew came closer without saying a word, but his presence alone was enough to make Benson's

closer. I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I

like a robot. He had no intention of talking and just wanted

Benson turned and asked for help, "You've

the other way, acting

were deep in thought. He didn't show any

him to stop, Uncle Tony.

all, everyone was just trying to make money in this day

problems, let alone