Seeing this, Gideon sneered and mocked, "Oh, you can throw a punch or two, huh? Don't get cocky just because you land a few punches and kill someone. You've got a long way to go. "I deal with more dead bodies in a single day than you'll ever see in your entire life. You'd better surrender now. If I come after you, you won't even have a moment to regret it." Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? I want to find out just how strong you are."

Gideon snorted coldly and said, "It's been years since I've had to fight anyone because no one's been worth it, and you're no different.

"But if you get beaten badly, I could step in to save your life. Just like that, I'll have another specimen for my research."

Afterward, Gideon shouted at his men, "What are you idiots waiting for? Get moving! Do I have to do everything myself?

"He's nothing but a loser. He just caught you off guard. With all of you ganging up on him, taking him out will be a piece of cake."

Gideon's words had dissipated their fear a little. They exchanged glances and slowly closed in on Matthew.

However, Matthew approached them head-on, his face as cool as a cucumber. His gaze was sharp, and he exuded an intense presence, like a general heading to battle ready to unleash carnage.

Not far behind, Silas picked up a broom and nervously trailed behind Matthew. It looked like he wanted to help but was too scared to do anything.

Silas stood about six feet behind Matthew, clutching the broom in his hands tightly. The broom handle was made of a thin metal. It was twisted and deformed from his tight grip, but he didn't even notice it. Silas kept an eye on the group closing in on Matthew, ready to swing the broom at whoever that made a move first.

Seeing his men slowly move toward Matthew, Gideon lost his patience and snapped, "Are you guys afraid to face a loser? My time is valuable. Get it done already!"

The burly men dared not to waste any time. They charged at Matthew and hurled insults at him.

"Fucker, I'm going to kill you!"

"Fuck! Beat him up!"

Without warning, Matthew sprang into action and clashed with his opponents head-on.

His punches came one after another, and his fist moved so swiftly that it seemed to leave afterimages behind. Bones snapped loudly with each blow.

When the noises died down, the

burly men rolled on the ground and

held their necks. All of them were desperately gasping for air. But instead of speaking, they just made these odd gagging sounds like theirnoveldrama

threats were blocked.

In just a moment, their faces turned into a deep shade of blue before collapsing to the ground motionlessly.

Out of nowhere, the sound of clapping filled the room. Gideon clapped and chuckled.

"Well done! One move to conquer all your opponents. With your bone-crushing punches, you can take out a few opponents at your level. You must be something else, handling the regular folks easily.

"But you're still nothing to me. I'm going to show you personally what a martial artist is and what it means to be the strongest."

As Gideon spoke, he reached into his

pocket and pulled out a small knife.

It was an unusual knife with a stim handle. The blade was no bigger than a fingernail, but it was brilliantly white and incredibly sharp.

Matthew was astonished by this sight. It was a scalpel. Plus, it was a custom-made scalpel, nothing like the one ordinary people have.

This was Matthew's first time coming across such a bizarre weapon. The moment Gideon picked up the scalpel, his energy felt different.