Medical Genius Unspeakable Marriage (Matthew Larson) novel Chapter 3705

"And who the hell are you? You're getting in the way of my drinking session!"

Ryan pivoted sharply from the noisy crowd, his presence alone commanding silence and authority.

The burly thug stiffened when he spotted Ryan sitting with Matthew. His entire body froze.

His crew had tangled with the wrong people—Ryan's close allies—and now the trouble had swept him up too.

"So, you called this whole crew here planning to start a fight?"

Ryan's glare was cold and sharp.

"No, no, Mr. Ryan, not at all!" the big man hurried to explain.

"I found out my bro got in your way, so I brought them over myself to say sorry."

Once he spoke, the group immediately lowered their heads and offered exaggerated apologies.

But Ryan and Matthew saw through the act.

The thugs' leader knew this would not end well without a show on his end. Without warning, the leader spun around and slapped his injured brother hard across the face.

The strike was brutal enough to twist the disabled arm several times, turning it into a grotesque shape like a thick sausage hanging from the shoulder.

The hit thug stood stunned, unable to react.

"Boss, why are you hitting me? He threw the first punch!"

His voice trembled with hurt.

"Don't give me that sh*t! You're obviously the one at fault here! Mr. Ryan wouldn't accuse you for nothing!"

Another sharp slap landed, and the thug's face swelled rapidly, bloated and red.

Ryan and Matthew understood the leader's plan.

By punishing his own man first, the leader was trying to save him from a worse fate at their hands.

It was a harsh mercy.

These thugs regularly terrorized this small street, running petty scams and theft.

They especially preyed on outsiders, using every trick to cheat and rob them of whatever money they had.

Being forced to perform this ritual publicly was more humiliating than any beating.

Seeing their hesitation, Ryan snapped, "Do you want to die?"

Frightened by Ryan's reputation, the thugs dropped to their knees before Matthew without hesitation.

They knew Ryan answered to the powerful Mr. Donald, the top force in District 12. Offending Ryan meant death.

Then the most stunning moment happened.

The big guy barked, "Kneel!"

In the bar's spacious corridor, the whole group dropped simultaneously, their knees striking the floor in unison.

Their heads all turned toward Matthew's table.

"Bow your heads!" the leader ordered next.

The thugs lowered their hands to the floor and pressed their foreheads down in perfect sync.

"Bow again!"