The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 302

Chester was surprised that Matthew was the chauffeur. Louis claimed that he got jumped, but it looked like he wasn't telling the truth. He probably felt too ashamed to admit he was beaten.

However, Chester ended up in a bad spot because of Louis.

Upon hearing Chester was Louis' younger brother, his expression turned solemn. "Martial artists aren't supposed to go after the regular folks. That's the rule, but Louis disregarded it and came after us. And now, here you are too."

Chester took a step back. "The rule about not attacking ordinary people is so outdated that nobody cares. Whoever made this rule must have died a long time ago."

Upon hearing that, Matthew's eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent. Nicholas had set the rule because he wanted martial artists to leave ordinary people alone, but Chester actually dared to disrespect him.

"Are you saying you don't need to follow the rules?"

Chester staunchly declared, "Of course! Rules are meant to be broken. Might is right. The ordinary people are supposed to look up to us."

Matthew twitched his mouth. "Fine then. Let our strength do the talking. Like you said, might is right."

Before finishing his sentence, Matthew had darted out like a phantom as he lunged at Chester. He grabbed Chester's hair before he could react and yanked Chester toward a car.

Chester screamed in agony. "My hair! It hurts! Go easy on me."

With a cold expression, Matthew pulled Chester's hair and shoved Chester inside the car. Then, he shouted at Rachel, "Come here, Ms. Carter. I need you to drive."

Rachel was taken aback for a moment. After realizing Matthew was calling her, she jogged over, opened the car door, and entered the driver's seat. The sight of it stupefied the security guards.

Despite being a chauffeur, Matthew had the nerve to ask Rachel to drive him. That was too bold. But what was even crazier was that she went and happily did it.

Rachel started the SUV and asked, "Where are we going?"

Holding Chester's head down against the seat, Mathew asked, "Where do you live?"

Chester's face was half-buried in the seat, and his back broke out in cold sweat. Why are you going to my place?"