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?"

swept across Matthew's lips. "Just now, you cooperated with Jeffrey to hold me back, no? I won't kill you, but I'll break

her legs was as good

a different demeanor

me stop a strong man like you? I would have to obediently let you pass." She spoke flirtatiously as she looked at Matthew with

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

he slowly raised

Jeffrey's forceful approach hadn't worked, and neither

to both threats and seduction. She

I'll deal with the two bodies for you. If the Smith family comes to investigate, I'll say I don't know anything and won't provide any useful information."

die, I'll just

a cold sweat.

issues should you spare me. In the future, Windstorm Sect

Windstorm Sect?

of Windstorm Sect. But if you don't keep your word, and I can't find you, I'll come after them instead." With that, he

after finally getting