Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3699

"Drunkard, that's enough.

"You cannot win against him, yet you keep swinging and only make yourself look pitiful.

"This is disgraceful. Someone, get in here and take Drunkard downstairs so he can get some rest."

When Drunkard spotted the man, his wild outburst came to a halt.

Even so, his fists stayed locked tight, the muscles in his arms rigid as he fought to cage the fury burning inside him.

"Brother, this man is sly and dangerous.

"I saw him charm Bloody Rose until she lost her senses. I came here today to put him in his place.

"But I drank too much and could not hold my ground. You have to get justice for me."

His eyes stayed fixed on Matthew, glowing with both anger and the bitter sting of defeat.

"And what proof do you have that this man deceived Bloody Rose?

"From what I hear, he is her honored guest."

The man's tone sharpened as he leveled the question at Drunkard.

"Brother, I..." Drunkard muttered, but no answer came.

"Cut down on your drinking from now on. If this man had not gone easy on you today, you would not be breathing right now."

Though his words defended Matthew, the truth was that he feared the man's skill.

"Enough of this. Go get your wounds dressed and sober yourself up."

As he spoke, he gave Drunkard a steady look that left no doubt he was telling him to leave.

"Alright, fine, I'm going. But be careful with him."

Drunkard sent Matthew one last glance before pushing open the door and stepping out.

"My friend likes his drink, and he offended you without meaning to. I hope you can forgive him."

The man's voice was calm and courteous as he offered Matthew an apology.

Matthew saw that the man carried himself with dignity. He had been ready to punish Drunkard harshly, but that moment had passed.

Sensing that Matthew's anger had eased, the man went on.

"I have another room ready for you. I know my friend disrupted your meal earlier, but allow me to make it right. Let me treat you to dinner."

"I noticed your movements when he tried to attack you. They were incredibly fast. You must be very skilled."

From the moment Drunkard had begun his assault, Rosenthal had been hidden in the corner, watching closely.

He had planned to step in and intervene, but Matthew's calm in the face of Drunkard's ferocity kept him still.

Even with one arm holding a child, Matthew moved with the precision and swiftness of lightning.

When he shattered the marble table Drunkard had hurled, turning it instantly into powder, it spoke of a strength that was both deep and dangerous.

Drunkard had never stood a chance, and perhaps even Ryan himself would fall short.

"You give me too much credit. I just keep up with a bit of boxing in my free time and stay quick on my feet," Matthew said with modesty, thinking this was at least one man in Ryan's circle who seemed competent.

"Do not worry, sir. I will see to it that no one disturbs you again. You can stay here without trouble."

Rosenthal saw that Matthew still watched him with a guarded air, so he kept showing his goodwill.

He was one of the men in Ryan's ranks known for solving the most difficult problems.

Yet as he stood across from Matthew now, Rosenthal felt an unusual weight pressing at the edges of his composure.

"I still do not know your name, sir."