The Great Medical Saint
Chapter 304

Matthew grabbed Chester's hair and faced the rest of the Evanses. "Louis showed up at Wealthwave Group and beat up more than ten people. I still haven't settled that score with you yet, and Chester is already making a scene at Wealthwave Group. Do you guys take us as pushovers?" Wealthwave Group? Justin was taken aback. "You're with Wealthwave Group? It's just a regular company, yet you've decided to come after us when we haven't even come to you.

"How dare you! Let Chester go, and I'll give you a chance to make your case. If not, don't blame me for what happens next."

Justin waved his hand as he spoke, prompting the members of the Evans family to spread out and encircle Matthew.

Release Chester? Matthew yanked Chester's hair and threw Chester to the ground. He then stepped on Chester's neck.

"He showed up at my company looking for a fight. Why should I let him go? You owe me an explanation."

Justin's eyes were blazing with rage, and the muscles around his eyes twitched. "Do you even know who you're talking to? You're just a nobody. I don't care how you managed to subdue Chester with your petty tricks because they mean nothing.

"Right now, you're up against a family that's out of your league. We can kill you without even breaking a sweat. Release my grandson and apologize."

Finally, Matthew understood why the Evanses laid their hands on ordinary folks. They viewed the regular people as less than animals. No wonder they were so out of line.

Matthew's eyes gleamed coldly as he snapped, "Release him?" With an icy tone, Matthew uttered those two words and savagely stepped on Chester.

Chester screamed in agony. "Save me, Grandpa!"

Justin was so furious that his face contorted with rage. Anger flared in his eyes. "You're just a nobody. Yet, you have the nerve to provoke a martial arts family. Break one of his legs, Michael. Show him how defenseless ordinary people are against martial artists." After Justin finished his sentence, Michael Evans walked out from the group.

Despite being in his 40s, his brawny arms rivaled the size of an average person's thigh. His fists were covered with a thick layer of calluses. It was a clear sign that he was skilled in boxing.

Walking toward Matthew, Michael

coldly stated, "Today, I'm going to

give you a taste of Iron Fist from the

Evans family. My sons are lazy, so

they haven't mastered the

technique. What I'm about to show

you is the real deal."

As Michael spoke, he charged toward Matthew. He hurled his formidable fist at Matthew's chest. The momentum of the punch seemed unstoppable like a landslide.

Justin nodded in approval when

Michael showcased the true power

of the Evans family. Even martial artists wouldn't dare to face this punch head-on. As for a nobody like

Matthew, his best bet was to dodge

it.

An intense murderous intent flashed in Matthew's eyes as he clashed with Michael's Iron Fist head-on. A loud thud rang out upon contact. Matthew took a step back and lowered his fist.

A hint of disdain flashed in Michael's eyes as he remarked, "You really brought this to yourself to trade blows with me "

Before Michael could finish his sentence, his fists slowly dropped to his sides, dangling limply. An excruciating pain suddenly hit Michael like a truck.

He couldn't handle it and yelled out in agony. "My hand! I've been training it for over 40 years. It hurts so much!"

Justin and the rest of the Evans family watched in horror.

Michael's mastery of the Iron Fist was the best among the Evanses, but he was defeated in just one blow. It was hard to fathom how insanely powerful the opponent was to deliver such a devastating strike. Justin gaped at Matthew in shock. "Are you a martial artist? Why didn't you say anything about it?

Matthew coldly responded, "You

think you can get away with

anything just because I'm an ordinary person? The Evans family completely disregarded the rule about not harming the regular folks. Are you aware of the punishment for violating this rule?"

What punishment?