The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 155

Matthew's ice-cold gaze fell upon Rose as he slowly lifted the bone crusher.

He pressed the blade against her fair neck.

Blood dripped steadily from the knife.

The red droplets contrasted sharply against her white skin, and the scent of blood permeated the air.

Rose's eyelids twitched and fear flashed in her beautiful eyes, but she quickly composed herself.

She carefully scrutinized the man before her-a cold expression, sharp eyes, and a body that wasn't muscular but seemed to hold the ferocity of a wild beast.

It was as if she would become his prey at any given second.

Instinctively, she wanted to retreat but didn't dare move an inch. "Jeffrey was the one who wanted you dead, not me. There's no need to treat a woman like this, right?"

to hold me back, no? I won't kill you, but I'll break your legs. We'll settle

Breaking her legs was as good as taking

different demeanor and

humoring Jeffrey. If you really wanted to leave, how could a little woman like me stop a strong man like you? I would have to obediently let you pass." She spoke flirtatiously as

expressionless. "Well, I hope you can obediently dodge the

spoke, he slowly raised the

approach hadn't worked, and

immune to both threats and seduction. She realized she had to show some

If the Smith family comes to investigate, I'll say

I'll just set this bar on fire. That

a cold sweat. It seemed Matthew's

she quickly shouted, "I'm from Windstorm Sect! I swear on their name that there won't be any issues should you spare

Windstorm Sect?

don't keep your word, and I can't find you, I'll come

of relief after finally getting through this ordeal. Suddenly, she noticed another