The Great Medical Saint

Matthew coughed and looked at the nervous Clement. He asked, "Excuse me, who are you? What conflict is there between us?"

"I... I..." Clement stammered and was sweating profusely. He could barely get a complete sentence out.noveldrama

Jovian assumed that Clement had a stutter. He turned to Matthew, "Matthew, let's not say anything more. Just stand up and say you're sorry for my sake. Then, it'll be over, and all grudges will be dismissed."

Anger flared in Matthew. Jovian was telling him to apologize without knowing what the actual conflict was. This was blatant disrespect.

His expression turned colder. Jovian was just a fucking disrespectful classmate.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, Clement finally said, "Mr. Grant..."

Clement was unsure how he should address Matthew. He hesitated and finally decided on a respectful title.

He continued, "Mr. Grant, you don't have to apologize, and I'm here just to peacefully resolve our conflict. You might not know who I am, so let me introduce myself. I'm Clement Fuller, the third son of the Fuller family. We've never met in person, but I believe you know who I am."

A Fuller? Matthew immediately understood who it was; he was from the Fuller family in Mistvale City.

Remembering how the Fuller family had hired assassins to go after his parents and Lorraine, as well as the multiple ambush attempts, this was no small feud. It was a grudge that could drive him to annihilate the entire Fuller family.

And yet here Clement was, trying to seek peace. That was just ridiculous!

His blood boiled as his body tensed. His fists clenched with power.

Jovian realized who the two men were at the mention of the name Fuller. They were from the powerful Fuller family in the northwest who ran the pharmaceutical scene there. They had vast connections and influence.

He pondered on the countless opportunities he could earn if he she could be of help to the Fuller family As the thought crossed his mind, he looked at Matthew, who was silent, and urged, "Apologize already! What did tell you? Just say you're sorry for my sake. What are you waiting for? Why... Why are you looking at me like that?"

He trailed off as he noticed Matthew's gaze on him. There was a cold murderous look in his eyes that were red with fury.

A flash of chill crossed Matthew's eyes as he swiftly punched Jovian right in the face. The impact echoed in the room.

Jovian screamed as he collapsed to the floor. As he struggled to his feet, he clutched his face in disbelief. "H-How dare you hit me!"

Adrian, who was equally surprised, shot to his feet. Hadn't Jovian promised that Matthew would show him respect? How had it come to this?

Terrified and trembling, Clement fought the urge to flee, but he soon waved off the thought.

Matthew glared at Jovian and barked, "Do you even know what happened between us? How dare you demand I apologize?"

Jovian held his throbbing face and gritted his teeth in pain. He shouted, "I don't care what happened between you two. I'm going to be a district leader, and not only are you disrespecting me, but you also slapped me. Do you understand what will happen if you make me mad?"

Halfway through his words, Matthew grabbed an ashtray from the table and smashed it on Jovian's head. The glass ashtray shattered into pieces. Jovian dropped to the floor with blood streaming down his face.

Matthew gave him a cold look. "So what if you're a future district leader? I try to avoid trouble and

tolerate it when I can, but you've net

been pushing, thinking I'm an target. I don't know what the consequences are if you get mad, but I know what happens if I get mad. I'll leave you bloody and broken!"