Chapter 1793

Matthew's energy was nearly raptured after he took a direct hit. Still, he had popped a pill into his mouth before swooping in to save the man earlier. He swallowed the pill and felt his energy gain focus;

otherwise, he would have coughed up blood.

It was then that he realized just how strong Jasper really was.

Meanwhile, Jasper shot him a contemptuous look and sneered, "So that's how you want to do it, huh, punk? Fine, then. If it's death you want, then allow me to deliver it to you! I'll punch you to kingdom come!"

With that, he dealt yet another palm strike, and his murderous intent was fully packed into this single blow.

At once, Tyson and Ambrose came rushing in to stop Jasper, but their combined forces did little to hurt him. They managed to hold him back, but only barely.

Meanwhile, Matthew did not dawdle and hurried to join the duo in taking down Jasper.

Jasper laughed maniacally. "You three stooges! What do you think banding together will do for you?

None of you are a match for me! I'm unstoppable!"

To the side, Victor cried out to his men, "Listen up, everyone! Give it your all and do what you must to help Dr. Larson!"

Those from the other great families also gave orders to their men to help Matthew, and his comrades fight against Jasper.

Presently, Gregory saw that a full-blown war had broken out between the two parties and roared, "We've got you covered, Mr. Damron!"

The two forces descended into a clamor as each side started taking out the men of the other. Jasper might not have had enough men on his end, but the few he had were all elites, and it became clear that Matthew was on the losing side.

Macon, Lord Voodoo, and Gregory were engaged in battle as well. The three were strong in their own right, and those who crossed their paths were bound to be injured.

As the fight progressed, Matthew and the other two had their hands full trying to tackle Jasper, but their combined efforts were to no avail. It didn't take Jasper long to land another blow on Ambrose and send him flying. Ambrose landed on his back with a heavy thud and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Matthew blanched and tossed a pill over to Ambrose. "Mr. Arnold! Take the pill!"

Unfortunately, Jasper deftly caught the pill just as it was tossed and crushed it in his hand. He smirked as he drawled, "He's going to die soon anyway, so why bother? Die!"

Ambrose's internal injuries could not heal without the pill, and it took seconds for all the color to drain from his face. He curled up in pain on the floor and felt his breath grow laborious. He couldn't even move a muscle, much less fight back.

Matthew and Tyson were the only ones left to tackle Jasper, and things were starting to look grim.

As he said this, he dealt a blow to Matthew's chest and knocked the man off his feet.

Matthew was ashen-faced as he watched Jasper approach him slowly. He couldn't remember the last time he felt such hopelessness. He was miserably outmatched, and he could do nothing about it.

Updated at Drаmanovels.com Matthew closed his eyes in resignation. This is it, he thought bitterly. This blow will be the death of me.