Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 1841

Trent glared at Spencer coldly. "How dare you insult Mr. Larson like that!"

"Do you have a death wish?"

"Mr. Larson?" Spencer sneered. "Don't make me laugh. Why can't I insult him?"

"Are you waiting for Matthew to come and help you? Hah!"

"Well, you'd better give up waiting! You should even thank me for giving you a heads up."

"The Damron Family sent thousands of men to surround Matthew on the mountain! I think he may have been chopped into pieces and fed to the dogs by now."

"Shut up!" Trent trembled due to sheer rage as he pointed at Spencer and roared, "Shut the f*ck up!"

"Mr. Larson will be fine!"

Spencer jeered before taunting, "Yes, yes, go ahead and tell yourself that. I don't want to waste my time talking to you anyway."

"Alright, open the gate and get out of my way. I'm going home!"

Trent hissed angrily, "You can't! You don't own a house here..."

"Hey, didn't you hear a single word I said earlier?" Spencer snapped impatiently.

"That house on the top of the hill is ours now!"

"So, technically speaking, we own a house here!"

"Bullsh*t!" Trent bellowed.

"Everyone in Eastcliff knows that it's Mr. Larson's house!"

"This is daylight robbery! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Spencer snorted, "Yeah, you're right, but this was Matthew's house! Hear that? Past tense."

"Don't you forget that Matthew is Sasha's matrilocal husband, which means that everything he owns belongs to the Cunningham Family."

"When Matthew was alive, his in-laws sympathized with him, so they gave him the house."

"But now that he's dead, it's only right that they're taking back the house!"

"I don't care what Eric said!"

"But that house belongs to Mr. Larson, and no one can own the house except him!"

"D*mn!" A glint of malice flashed across Spencer's eyes. "I'm giving you an easy way out, but here you are, choosing the hard way."

"Fine, then. We'll do this the hard way!"

With that, Spencer abruptly rushed forward and threw a punch at Trent.

Trent hastily retreated to dodge his attack, but he was no match to Spencer, who practiced martial arts diligently. Therefore, he was punched in the chest. Based on the amount of pain he was feeling, he could tell that Spencer didn't pull his punches at all.

Although Trent had dealt in shady matters, he was only good in street fights and never had the chance to practice martial arts. So it was only natural for his strength to pale in comparison to Spencer's.

Despite that, he swallowed the mouthful of blood that had rushed to his throat and stood tall.

He clenched his fists tightly and exclaimed, "Mr. Larson trusts me. So, he assigned me to guard Lakeside Garden. I will never let him down!"

"Spencer, the only way you would ever enter Lakeside Garden is over my dead body!"