The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 188

One of the men looked oddly handsome in his jeans and short hair. He chewed on chewing gum and looked unrestrained.

He held a gold-colored gun in his right hand, which he kept tossing into the air like he was a magician playing with poker cards.

In his left hand, he held a cartridge clip. He loaded the gun single-handedly, his actions swift and trained.

The other oddity wore a suit without a shirt underneath. He was all muscle and lean meat, and he held an iron rod. He was literally a thug in a suit.

When Matthew got up with Lorraine in his arms, both men got to their feet too. The unrestrained man loaded his gun and aimed it straight at Matthew while the thug in the suit approached Matthew, swinging his iron rod.

Everyone else circled Matthew. Xavier stood at a spot high up and burst into laughter. "I was just waiting for you to pick Lorraine up. You're gonna die a horrible death now that you've got a burden in your arms!"

Matthew had long since guessed Xavier's plan, but he'd been more afraid of the latter and the other men using Lorraine's life to threaten him. There was nothing more terrifying than being unable to act because of the potential risks. Xavier had probably been afraid of him giving up on Lorraine, but Matthew was thankful for this. It was a good thing he'd had the chance to save Lorraine.

He looked at the wary men around him, but his attention was actually on the man with the gun. After all, guns were too fast. A single moment of distraction was enough to kill him.

thug in a suit suddenly said, "I'll kill this dude. You

men stopped where they were. But the odd man with the gun said, "Times have changed, Metal Mac. I can

Mac said icily, "If you really were that great with a gun, Jack

a rule that we can't use guns. Anyone who breaks it will bring misfortune to the whole

Besides, who cares about all those dumb rules? I can give that guy to you

the one paying. I couldn't care less about the money. Now that I'm gonna make my move, you just need to sit back and

his iron rod with both hands and swung it. It trembled as it hurtled through the air, and sparks

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grim as he held Lorraine tightly. He was deathly afraid

ferociously. "I'll attack you thrice. If I can't kill you within those three strikes, I won't

back as if he were trying to coax her to sleep. He said softly, "You'd better keep your word." Metal Mac's grin widened. "I'm just worried you won't be able to withstand a

lifting his iron rod above his head and swinging it downward. He roared, "Go to

too. He held Lorraine with his left arm and lunged forward. Before the iron rod could land on him, he'd already

with his right arm

shot to his feet at the sight. Matthew took the opportunity to