The Great Medical Saint

Hearing Matthew's words, Andrew erupted in rage.

The former's arrogance was infuriating. Not only had he already ruined Sara, but he was also speaking about it as if it were a trivial matter. Andrew turned to face Matthew angrily. When Sara saw Matthew, she was shaking with fury. He had only spanked her, but his words made it sound like something much worse.

Her reputation was in shambles. She told Andrew urgently, "That's the bastard! Get rid of him quickly. I want him dead!"

Andrew's icy gaze fixed on Matthew as if he were a piece of trash.

"A lowly chauffeur dares to provoke the Clarks?" he said, incredulous. "No one dares to cross the Clark family in Khoitwood. You're asking for a death wish by messing with Sara." He ordered, "Get rid of this worthless pest and beat him to a pulp!"

The moment Andrew finished speaking, ten of his bodyguards closed in on Matthew, their faces set with deadly intent.

Suddenly, a burly man with impressively muscular arms and a powerful build spoke up. "Step aside. I can handle this chauffeur on my own."

When they saw it was Ryan Stark, the bodyguards halted and stepped back. They now regarded Matthew with a hint of sympathy.

Ryan, known as Bloodwolf, was infamous for his extreme brutality every time he struck. His opponents often ended up bloodied and mangled, which was why he'd earned the nickname Bloodwolf. Those who faced him often met a grim fate.

Andrew saw Ryan approaching and sneered, "Not only do I want him dead, but I want him to suffer first. I want him to die a slow, agonizing death!"

Ryan bared his teeth, his face taking on a feral look. "He'll suffer far more than you can imagine."

With that, he charged at Matthew, his fist rocketing toward the latter's chest like a boulder.

A glint of determination flashed in Matthew's eyes as he charged forward to meet the massive fist head-on.

Andrew looked at Matthew with a cold smirk and said, "What a blind fool, challenging Ryan to a fistfight. He's asking for trouble."

The bodyguards shook their heads at Matthew. The reason Ryan was so feared was his powerful fists, which could leave opponents bloodied and battered. Sara continued shouting from the side, "Keep going! Beat him to death!"

Ryan's ferocious smile slowly froze, his expression twisting in pain as he frowned. Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "My hand... It hurts so much!"noveldrama

His clenched fist gradually drooped,

as if the bones inside had disappeared, leaving it limp. With just one punch, his right hand was disabled! The bones were shattered beyond the point of holding it up.

A collective gasp filled the room as everyone stared in shock, stunned by the power behind Matthew's punch.

Matthew walked slowly toward Ryan, who clutched his hand and continued to back away, visibly terrified by the impact of the punch.

He quickened his pace, moving at lightning speed. With a single, powerful punch, he sent Ryan crashing to the ground.

In a flurry of quick movements, he had the ten bodyguards sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain.

Matthew slowly walked toward

Andrew and said, "You acted like the

Clarks are so impressive and looked down on a chauffeur. So what if fm a chauffeur? You wanted to kilkme, didn't you? Go ahead, then!" be exclaimed.

His voice was calm, as if he were having a casual conversation.

Yet, the sight of ten burly men

writhing in pain at his feet made

each of his words carry a terrif

weight, causing Andrew and Sara to shiver with fear.