"Ugh..." Although Turstin Muller dodged quickly, Mark Reed's fists were too fast. He managed to avoid the first punch but couldn't escape the second one, taking a hard hit to his face. Turstin staggered back, letting out a muffled groan.
Mark Reed was professionally trained; fighting was his forte. In contrast, Turstin Muller excelled in wielding a scalpel and was not skilled in fighting. He struggled in the confrontation, taking several hits from Mark Reed's iron fists.
"Stop it, stop it!" Valentine Teller flew in and hugged Mark Reed's waist tightly. But as Mark Reed was swinging a punch, his elbow accidentally hit Valentine's nose, causing crimson blood to flow instantly.
"Oh..."
At Valentine's scream, Mark's heart tightened. He immediately withdrew his hand and turned to check on Valentine.
Furious, Valentine pushed Mark aside and rushed to the bathroom, splashing cool water on the back of her neck and washing the blood off her face.
