The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 424

Matthew positioned himself sideways. Previously, he faced Mekhi head-on. But now, he angled his body against his foes, effectively making his target half as big.

Holding the pipe in front of him with one hand, Matthew coldly stared at Everett. Talking was pointless at this point. The only thing that mattered was the weapon in his hand.

Noticing how quiet Matthew was, Everett snarled, "Are you scared? Doesn't matter if you are. Just so you know, death comes in a heartbeat. It doesn't hurt, and you won't even have time to shed any tears."

Everett kept pushing with his words and signaled his men to make a move on Matthew. About ten people, who wielded steel pipes, closed in on Matthew from different directions. They looked like a pack of hyenas circling their prey. The tension in the air thickened around him.

Right as they were about to reach Matthew, one of the burly men facing him suddenly swung a pipe at his head.

The pipe was halfway to its target when it came to a halt as if someone had hit the pause button on a fight scene on TV.

Everyone turned to look at Matthew and saw him catch the steel pipe before it hit him. At the same time, he shoved his steel pipe into its victim's throat with the other hand.

The steel pipe was like a bloodletting tube with blood trickling out from where Matthew held it. It spilled all over the floor, creating a small puddle of blood.

Everyone was taken aback, having never seen anyone killing like this before. They all just stared at the scene in shock.

throat and flicked it, splattering it in everyone's faces. As their view was blocked, he darted into the

lying on the floor. Every single one had a hole in their neck,

all over the floor, and the room was reeked of it. The sight was gruesome and brutal with a disturbing vibe. Apart from Everett, only one burly man

with his face as white as a sheet as if he had seen a ghost. He just

and short man with scaly-looking skin. He looked surprised, but there wasn't

in Matthew's hands, like a leaky faucet that wouldn't turn

floor seemed to echo more intensely than usual. It felt just like a dripping tap in the dead of night, as though it hit right in the listeners'

fear in Everett's eyes

and his hands

with the blood-dripping pipe gave

a step back. "You actually killed

Military nonsense again, huh?

with murderous intent. "Again, let me put this out there. I'm just

eyes. Soldiers keep their weapons aimed at the enemy, not at their

spoke, he

made his threatening presence more palpable. As he drew nearer, the menacing air around him flared up like a raging blaze that shot up

villa felt like it

the face of death, but as Matthew moved closer, a sense of fear took over him. "Sure, I'm no longer with the military, but did it ever cross your mind what