Chapter 129

“Did you think I was joking? As a doctor, I must inform you that you do have some health issues. You need to resolve the conflicting forces within your body. Sexual intercourse with your boyfriend will resolve this.”

Rendered speechless, Rachel widened her eyes. She’d expected Matthew to offer a different solution, but not this, so blatantly stated under the guise of professionalism. Having sexual intercourse with her boyfriend—himself!—it was clear he still lusted after her. His audacity in claiming she was ill infuriated her.

“Matthew, you’ve gone too far!”

Matthew sighed, knowing Rachel didn't believe him. But as a doctor, he would have said the same to any patient. His relationship with Rachel was unique; she was both his girlfriend and his patient. He had no choice but to delay his plans, given her disbelief.

“Forget the treatment if you’re unwilling. But I believe you’ll eventually realize I was right.”

Rachel pouted. He still insisted. Her interest in treating him to a meal had vanished.

“Let’s go back to the company.”

They took the elevator to the basement parking lot. Except for the click-clack of Rachel’s heels echoing as she led the way, the lot was silent. Matthew glanced around. Something felt wrong—unnervingly quiet.

Suddenly, a car door in front of them flung open. A burly man emerged, arms crossed, blocking their path. Rachel immediately stepped back, positioning herself in front of Matthew.

The sound of another car door opening came from behind them. Matthew spun around to see five men emerging from a car, armed with metal bats. They scowled, blocking their escape.

Clutching Matthew’s arm, Rachel squeaked, “What do we do now?”

Matthew’s fingers brushed her soft hand. He chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”

Though Rachel sensed something was amiss in his touch, she had no time to dwell on it.

“Will you be alright? They outnumber us.”

Matthew’s expression turned grave. The burly men surrounding him seemed intent on harming him. Sensing danger, he turned to Rachel and said, “Get in the car and lock the door.”

Rachel was worried. “How about you?”

Matthew didn’t want her to worry, so he smiled. “I’ll just have a word with them.”

Ian, arms still crossed, scoffed. “Do you think you deserve a word with me? Let me make this clear—I’m breaking both your legs!”

Rachel was about to reach for the car door when she heard Ian. Startled, she changed her mind and quickly moved behind Matthew.

“Matthew, let’s get into the car and escape,” she whispered.

Matthew was slightly astonished. Usually, women would be terrified in such a situation. Rachel’s composure was commendable.

“Just get in the car. I’ll ask them what this is about.” He urged, placing a hand on her backside before shoving her into the car. He closed the door quickly.

Ian began coldly, “Actually, I don’t hit women. It doesn’t matter if she hides—you’re my target.”

Matthew stared back icily. Arching his brows, he questioned, “Is that the Serpent’s Strike?”

He’d asked because he noticed how Ian clenched his fists. Most people clench their fists with their four fingers tightly closed, resulting in a flat fist surface. However, Ian’s middle knuckle protruded. If he charged, his middle knuckle would strike first. Compared to a normal clenched fist, the Serpent’s Strike focused force on a single point, causing significantly more damage.

This was the unique aspect of the Serpent’s Strike, also known as the most brutal style in ancient martial arts.