The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 98

As soon as Hank finished speaking, a swift punch landed on his cheek with a thud.

Hank felt as though his face had been smashed by a hammer, and he collapsed to the ground.

When Hank was taken out, over 30 security guards stood there and blankly gaped at the unfolding scene.

Matthew coldly warned, "You're the one with a death wish. This factory currently belongs to my company, so take your men and scram."

Hank wobbled to his feet. As he tried to steady himself, he felt dizzy and stumbled back a few steps. Luckily, several security guards came forward to help him.

Hank barely regained his balance. After touching his aching cheek, he hissed in pain. "How dare you hit me? You're done for. If I don't take you down today, I won't be able to rest well tonight."

"Guys, get him! Beat him up!" he bellowed.

At Hank's orders, the security guards behind him started cursing and charged toward Matthew.

A burly security guard with a baseball bat led the charge. "How dare you hit Hank? I'm gonna crush you, you bastard—"

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was sent flying backward, faster than when he had charged forward. He crashed into the security guards behind him, plunging the group into chaos.

Matthew then rushed forward and plunged into the mob. Screams echoed all around him. By the time he was done, all the security guards were lying on the ground.

The beaten guards cried out in pain as they lay on the ground. What had just happened sent chills down their spines.

Hank was scared out of his wits as he realized he had crossed someone he shouldn't have. He tried to get up and flee, but his legs felt like jelly. In the end, he couldn't even pick himself up.

Matthew walked up to him, crouched down, and locked eyes with the trembling Hank. "Who sent you here?"

Hank recomposed himself and snarled, "You're tough, but these are people you shouldn't mess with. Let us go, or you'll regret it."