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?"

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

fell. Breaking her legs was

quickly adopted a different demeanor and put on a

just kidding, don't take it seriously. I was only 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 she looked at

hope you can obediently dodge the knife

he spoke, he

teeth. Jeffrey's forceful approach hadn't worked, and neither did

immune to both threats and seduction. She realized she

Smith family comes to investigate, I'll say I don't know anything and won't provide

replied coldly, "That's too troublesome. After you die, I'll just

broke into a cold sweat. It

won't be any issues should you spare me. In the future, Windstorm Sect will owe you a favor. You can do whatever you want

Windstorm Sect?

his head. "I've never heard of Windstorm Sect. But if you don't keep your word, and I can't find you, I'll come after

relief after finally getting through this ordeal.