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.

pipe from his victim's throat and flicked it, splattering it in everyone's faces. As their view was blocked,

single one had

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

a sheet as

short man with scaly-looking skin. He looked surprised,

from the pipe in Matthew's hands, like

villa, every drop that fell to the floor seemed to echo more intensely than usual. It felt just like a dripping

fear in

his hands

sight of Matthew with the blood-dripping pipe gave him the illusion that he was staring

actually killed

Military nonsense again, huh?

eyes were filled with murderous intent. "Again, let me put this out there. I'm just a regular

kill me, you're no longer a soldier in my eyes. Soldiers keep their weapons aimed at the enemy, not at

spoke, he kept

Everett. Each step he took made his threatening presence more palpable. As he drew nearer, the menacing air around him flared up like a

in the villa felt like it

in the face of death, but as Matthew moved closer, a sense of fear took