The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Leo was at a loss for words after being scolded. He used to harbor resentment from being told to do the cleaning task, and he was itching to pick a fight with Matthew.

Later, Matthew saved Leo, along with Dominic and Lucien. That was when Matthew won Leo over, and Leo started following Matthew's order without question.

Right then, Brad was chewing Leo out, and he felt pretty wronged. "You told me to work with him, but he won't let us do anything except cleaning up."

Brad coldly grunted. "Whatever. I'm done with this. Tell him to stop making things harder for me." With that, Brad ended the call.

Just as Brad put away his phone, his phone started ringing again. He answered the call and put the phone to his ear. Then, he suddenly shot up to his feet with his expression tensed up.

After hanging up, Brad started pacing around. The look on his face was more solemn than before.

Hugh looked puzzled. "What's going on?"

Brad stopped in his tracks. "Horace called back everyone he sent to search for Isaac. They were gathering in the southern suburbs, and it seemed like something big was going down."

Hugh shook his head. "Is it really that big of a deal? Do you need to get so worked up? I thought we were dealing with an invasion."

Brad looked solemn. "Horace is on a flight to Lambda City."

"He needs to report it if he's leaving the

thought of something. "Has the word about Isaac's death gotten out? This is bad. He's in danger. Horace will

Brad dialed Leo's number

and saw Brad calling, he immediately stood

before being cut off. Brad sounded anxious

dumbfounded by the question. "He's not here. I think he went to the psychiatric hospital. Trevor went with him. They're probably waiting outside for the

Upon hearing Leo's words, Brad found his facial muscles twitching involuntarily. Trevor was a proper soldier, yet he was standing by for

...

an arena. At the center was a ring enclosed by ropes, where two hefty men

security guards at Clearwater Psychiatric Hospital had their eyes glued to the

his arms, watching the fight in the ring with a pleased expression. He used to compete in mixed martial arts and

noticed Clint

He also worked part-time as the security captain at

In the contest, the last place would be eliminated. Once the eliminated

decided in no time. Clint walked up to the guard, who had lost the match, with a

you lost, sign it and