The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel 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 to say something when he saw Matthew closing in again, causing him to stagger back in panic.

He kept screaming, "No… Stay away…"

Matthew kept walking toward Benson, closing the distance without hurrying. He looked like he didn't hear a word Benson said at all.

Benson backed into a wall with nowhere else to go. Matthew came closer without saying a word, but his presence alone was enough to make Benson's heart skip a beat.

"Don't come any closer. I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I won't call the embassy. Spare me, please!"

Matthew approached Benson like a robot. He had no intention of talking and just wanted to beat him up.