Medical Genius's Unspeakable Marriage

Chapter 871

Chapter 871 You Are Three Seconds Late

The door of the room was roughly pushed open as seven or eight people rushed in. The leader was a middle-aged man and as soon as he entered, he saw Matthew holding Ronald down on the table. At once, his expression changed and he roared, “Stop!”

However, Matthew ignored the man and proceeded to pick up the piece of glass. At this, Ronald became anxious. “My people from the Lach Family are here! What are you doing? Uncle, save me! Uncle…”

The man was furious and rushed forward, attempting to land a kick at Matthew. “I told you to stop; didn’t you hear me?”

At that, Matthew fiercely turned around and he arrived in front of the middle-aged man after a sprint. Not waiting for the man to react, Matthew crashed his shoulder into the man’s chest. Not only did the middle-aged man fail to kick Matthew, he also landed on the door behind him with such a thud that it caused the door of the private room to fall apart.

As if nothing had happened, Matthew turned around and returned to once again chop off Ronald’s middle finger as well. Only after that did Matthew turn to look at the people and declare, “You are three seconds late, so I still have to chop off his finger!”

by the others as his mouth kept spurting blood. Unfortunately, he couldn’t really stand up by himself at all.

interrupted, “Don’t talk such nonsense to me! I’ll just ask you this: how do you plan to

moment and angrily answered, “How to solve it?! Are you asking me? Ron is the heir of his generation of the Lach Family, so how dare you hit him! That’s

then there is

 

The man roared, “Today, it’s

Since you prefer it like that, I don’t need to talk to you guys anymore.” After he spoke, he took out his phone and ordered, “Do

man froze for a moment. “W-Who are

in aggressively. The leader of the group was none other than Tiger. With an arrogant face,

“A-Are you Tiger from South Street? Why are you

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