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, "No... Stay

kept walking toward Benson, closing the distance without hurrying. He looked like

into a wall with nowhere else to go. Matthew came closer without saying a word, but his presence alone

know I was wrong. I won't

intention of talking and just wanted to beat

Benson turned and asked for help, "You've got to help me, Darius, Marilyn. I'm your older

acting

brows, staying silent as if he were deep in thought. He didn't show any interest in

looked over at Tony. "Please ask him to stop, Uncle Tony. I realize

Matthew intervene. After all, everyone was just trying to

their own problems, let alone someone else's. But