The Great Medical Saint

Keith gaped at Dylan, his expression was filled with disbelief. Dylan might not have the strongest cultivation in the Evans family, but he was absolutely the toughest fighter.

He was the reason why Lambda City regarded the Evan family as the leading martial arts family.

Over the last two decades, everyone only fought for the second place in the ranking of martial arts family. No one was ever bold enough to challenge the Evans family for first place.

Despite everything, Dylan just dropped to his knees like that.

Keith felt like his world was falling apart. He couldn't wrap his head around why Dylan would kneel without putting up a fight, so he shouted unyieldingly, "What's going on with you, Dad? Why are you so scared? I believe in you. He's definitely no match for you."

Dylan felt his eyelid twitch. After going abroad, Keith came back acting like a total idiot. If Dylan started something, he'd either end up dead or crippled. Keith was just leading him to his doom.

Frustrated, Dylan turned back and bellowed, "Shut up, you dipshit!"

Keith was stupefied. It was the first time Dylan had ever used such vulgar language.

Clenching his teeth, Keith refused to give up. "You're the strongest in the Evan family and the top fighter in Lambda City, Dad. He can't take you on. Please just get up. You need to believe in yourself. Have some confidence.

Seeing Dylan on the ground, Matthew wanted to make a move but couldn't bring himself to. Hitting someone friendly or down on their knees was out of the question.

Matthew coldly remarked, "Keith has a point. Get up and show some confidence. All you need is one punch. One move to decide the winner."

One hit to settle it? The image of Michael clashing with Matthew head-on flashed in Dylan's mind. It was Michael's Iron Fist against Matthew's punch.

The Evanses' Iron Fist hit like nothing else and was unparalleled. It was the strongest move in the Evans family, but the outcome said otherwise.

Matthew put down his hand without any injury. Meanwhile, the bones in Michael's fists were broken to pieces, leaving his hand dangling like spaghetti.

The moment felt so surreal. It turned into a nightmare Dylan couldn't shake off. He didn't have the nerve to take on Matthew.

Dylan shot up to his feet, and Matthew was visibly surprised. "I have to give it to you for being brave. Okay, I'll only hit you once. If you live through it, it's your lucky day."

Seeing Dylan jump to his feet, Keith excitedly cheered, "Beat him up, Dad! Your Iron Fist is untouchable. I've never seen you lose, so nobody stands a chance against you. He won't survive even a single bow. Take him down.

Dylan trembled with rage. If Keith kept talking and pissed off Matthew, the Evans family would be done for.

Dylan clenched his teeth and unleashed his Iron Fist at Keith. "Shut the fuck up!"

With a bang, Dylan punched Keith in the head. The latter hit the ground and was out cold.

Dylan felt a pang in his heart. He quickly turned around and walked straight to Matthew. "I failed to raise Keith well and I apologized on his behalf. If you're still not happy with what i did, feel free to hit him yourself. Beat him up and blow off some steam."

Matthew was curious to find out how Keith was doing after the blow, but Dylan was blocking his view. He casually circled Dylan and walked over to Keith.noveldrama

As Matthew got closer, he could see

everything clearly. Keith was just knocked out. After getting hit with Iron Fist, there wasn't a single

l.ne

scratch on him. In truth, there wasn't

even a bruise or any wasn't

Undeniably, Dylan had held back his punch. However, he knew he couldn't keep it from Matthew and got down on his knees again.

"Keith is too weak to handle a punch that hard. If you're still upset, hit me instead."

Fearing Matthew might hit Keith, Dylan stepped in to take the blows himself, hoping to bear the brunt of it for Keith.

Matthew glanced at Dylan again and grunted. "Take him and get out of my sight. You'd better stay out of my way, or I'll come to the Evans residence and teach you a lesson with my fists."

Dylan felt like a weight had been lifted off his chest. "Thank you so much, Mr. Grant. From this day onward, the Evans family will never be your enemy again. If we ever offend you, you can punish us however you see fit."

Worried that Matthew might still hold a grudge against the Evans family, Dylan seized the moment to make his position clear.

Matthew snorted. "I don't care what you say. I'll judge you by what you do. I hope your actions match your words."

With that, Matthew walked off with Renae.

Dylan watched as Matthew drove off with Renae. He breathed a sigh of relief when he had finally made it through this ordeal.

...

A car pulled over at the entrance of Gembrooke Building. Matthew got out of the car and walked with Renae to the main door of the building.

Renae looked around the place. "Where are we going?"

Matthew pointed up. "Sixth floor."

Renae furrowed her brows. That didn't tell her anything useful at all.