Chapter 169

Matthew's eyes gleamed with a cold light. With lightning speed, his right foot flashed out and kicked Harry's wrist. With a thud, the sword flew into the air, tracing a silver arc. Matthew's hand shot up, catching the blade effortlessly. With a swift flick of his wrist, the blade slashed Harry's throat, sending a fine spray of blood into the air.

Harry clutched his neck, his face contorted in pain and shock. "You... Who are you?" he gasped, desperate for answers in his final moments.

This was the question that gnawed at him as he faced death-why had his seemingly foolproof plan unraveled so disastrously here? Harry couldn't die without knowing.

Nearby, Cosmo appeared almost exhilarated. Though the room had four, and a man was bleeding from his neck, he wasn't scared.

At this moment, Cosmo's face flushed with pride. "He's the one who taught me to use boiling water to treat facial neuritis. Not only were you not able to beat him in a fight, but your medical skills were also no match for his!"

Harry's eyes widened in sheer disbelief, bulging as if they might pop out of their sockets. His expression wavered between sudden realization, shock, and regret.

Clutching his throat, he stammered, "I... I... should have just taken the book and... and left..."

His voice grew fainter with each word until it dwindled into silence. His head slumped to the side, and he collapsed to the ground.

Jenny was pale, her face frozen in a mixture of terror and disbelief. In her shock, she instinctively reached out to cover Cosmo's eyes, trying to shield him from the gruesome sight.

don't scare me. They make me happy." Jenny stared at her brother in shock. It was the first time she had heard Cosmo saying something like this. A sense of fear crept

to have vanished, replaced by someone she barely recognized. Her

to Cosmo, gently ruffling his hair, and

the lifeless bodies scattered across the floor. "What do we do with

then pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

delight when he heard Matthew's voice. A broad smile appeared

winced when

crawl. He pushed aside his discomfort and replied, "I've got a few

trust in Ansel,

for him in just one day. The fake copy hardly had any flaws, and could even hold a candle to the original copy.

smile grew wider. "Send me the location, and I'll have someone

sent him the location and urged, "Make it

phone, muttering to himself, "Looks

minutes later, barriers were placed in front of the general clinic, with signs that said a renovation was going on and advising pedestrians

they drove away, leaving the front of the clinic restored to its original state, as if nothing

sat silently on the chair, still seemingly unable to recover from the shock of moments

remembered something and asked Matthew. "Matt, where did you

This method seemed too

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