Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2659 How About Some Wheat Cake, Young Man?

Late at night, the dense clouds completely covered the moon, making the earth even darker. The cold wind turned more chilling, rattling windows and doors as if foretelling an extraordinary night. Accompanied by a sharp scream from a wild cat, hundreds of shadows swiftly moved through the darkness until they arrived at Lawson Street. There, the group finally came to a halt. "Captain, Matthew's location has been confirmed. He is currently inside this lodge."

The leader nodded in response. "Good. Move according to the plan. Snipers, take your positions. Team two, handle the explosives. The rest of you secure the perimeter. Not a single fly should leave this lodge today."

Following the command, more than 500 elite assassins from the Keller Family quickly dispersed. Fifty of them, carrying explosive packages, stealthily moved around the lodge.

If all these explosives were to detonate at once, within a two-mile radius, there would be no survivors. Even if Matthew was a martial arts master, he would undoubtedly be severely injured. With additional snipers positioned at a distance, the ambush was set up perfectly.

The night grew deeper, the sky darker.

"Huh, Matthew Larson, right? This is what you get for killing Mr. Osiris!" one of the assassins mumbled as he set up his explosive device. In his eyes, Matthew had no chance of survival that night. However, as he enthusiastically secured the explosives, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hello, sir. Are you checking in?"

hair on his body stood on end, and his

the most sensitive, without a doubt. However, at this moment,

as an assassin, he possessed exceptional mental composure. After a brief moment of distraction, he swiftly drew his

to prepare to fire, the mysterious figure had already approached him, unknowingly to

you

the assassin could only reply with an expletive, but he had no chance

situation for the snipers wasn't

were intently monitoring the lodge's movements, crouching at

of freshly baked bread coming

had initially just made a self-deprecating comment to relieve tension. However, after he spoke, someone beside him actually handed

want one? My wheat cake is one of the best in Concordia. I guarantee that after

the sniper didn't respond, the lady who had offered the cake stood

manners. They won't even

she patted her brand-new floral cotton coat, and her face