The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 654

Upon hearing Matthew's insult, Dashiell got mad and snapped, "How dare you call me an old geezer, you brat? Kingston is nothing but trouble, yet people are still on his side. They say Kingston runs with the wrong crowd. You're just one of his cronies."

Hearing that, Matthew snickered. "You're on your last leg, old geezer. Why are you still spouting such mean words? I can't believe you repay kindness with spite."

This bastard… Dashiell was so angry that he started shaking. "Who do you think you're calling close to death, you jerk? How dare you curse me? I'm going to take you down with me."

Matthew scoffed. "Spare me the nonsense, you old geezer. You won't last much longer. What makes you think you can take me on?"

Dashiell shouted to the people around him. "Listen up, everyone. He is in cahoots with Kingston. Let's all jump him and give him a good beating.

"If Kingston doesn't move out of Woolfields, then let's just kick Kingston out. We need to get rid of this plague bearer today."

Just as Dashiell wrapped up his sentence, a middle-aged brawny man walked up to Matthew and cursed up a storm.

"Have you lost your mind helping a scumbag like Kingston, you little punk? I'll break your legs today—"

Halfway through his sentence, a muffled thud rang out. Matthew kicked him, sending him flying more than 12 feet away.

He hit the ground like a sack of potatoes, making the ground shake. Then, he held his abdomen with his face contorted in pain. He was too hurt to say anything.

A few others thought about joining the fray, but as the scene unfolded, they got scared and backed off.

Pointing at the man sprawled on the ground, Matthew stated, "You don't have much time left. People like you, who can see the difference between right and wrong, get what they deserve."

After saying that, Matthew looked around the crowd and pointed at a beefy woman in her 30s. "You won't be hanging around for much longer either, just like the man beside you."

Before they could say anything, Matthew raised his hand and gestured to a man in his 20s. "You won't be kicking around for long either."

The rest of the people were not spared Matthew's wrath either. Matthew pointed at eight people and shouted, "All of you won't be around much longer."

Watching Matthew in action, Dashiell yelled in a frightened tone, "That's a load of crap! Who do you think you are to tell us we won't live long?"