The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 500 Matthew never thought that Caleb would kneel and beg him as well. "Don't you have the Executioners of The Gatekeepers to protect you? Why are you getting on your knees to plead with me?"

Upon hearing that, Caleb quickly explained, "I only have one Executioner who serves me, and he's a loyal friend. Unfortunately, he passed away in a car crash. "Those Executioners from earlier all serve Jane, so I'm the lone ranger now.

"I know I might not have the right to make a request, but I'd like to offer my life to you. The gambling skills I've acquired might be of use someday."

Matthew let out a disdainful smile when he heard that and said, "Do you think your gambling skills are that brilliant?"

When it came to gambling skills, Caleb was very confident, so he said, "I joined The Gatekeepers when I was young and have been gambling my whole life.

"I've gambled in all of the casinos known to mankind, whether big or small, and the only person I've lost to is Old Fox.

"I believe that I'm the best grifter after Old Fox, so I'd definitely come in handy to you someday."

To elevate his status, Caleb used gamblers all over the world as a foil. He wanted Matthew to know that he had a value of some kind as well.

At that moment, Matthew reminded him coldly, "Don't forget that you've lost to me today as well!"

as well!" Caleb said in an instant after

he had been bragging about being a Chicanery expert who came in second

skills than him, so the so-called gambling skills that Caleb had been so proud

there was nothing else that he could move Matthew with. But thinking of his wife and kids, Caleb could only put his pride down

of any use to you, but... I'll offer my life to you. If you want me to live, I'll continue living, and

I beg of you. Please save

a bet to sway Matthew, the only thing left was his life.

a silver lining. The chance to save his wife and kids

off his feet. He felt as if Caleb was the product of a mad scientist's

back of his head but also on his hands and legs. Yet, Caleb ended

only hated Caleb but harbored murderous intent toward him. But compared to Red Wolves, he

from the Medieval Sect, and the successor of the Afflictan

the death list hidden beneath the short and stout child-like statue that contained the names of those doctors

of that, Matthew spat out coldly, "My target is Red Wolves, but I might be able to

use whatever you have and pray that

he got up excitedly and