The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

All the guards knew, not just Clint.

When Matthew looked at Clint once again, his gaze turned cold. "Are you saying you're an accomplice then?"

Clint snorted. "Say whatever you want."

He couldn't care less about that. The only reason he kept talking to Matthew was because he was waiting for backup. He would wait for all the guards to show up so that they could strike together.

A clatter of footsteps came from the entrance. In no time, more than ten armed guards stormed inside. Everyone spread out, forming a circle around Matthew.

The moment his men arrived, Clint's attitude immediately turned haughty. "You're screwed! There are over a dozen of us, and you're all alone. You're not making it out alive today."

Besides Clint, even Dallas felt confident about it. Even though Dallas had been administered some pain relief, the sight of his battered body drove him mad.

Clint! I want him dead. You

slash gets you 10 thousand dollars in cash, and 100 thousand dollars if you chop off one leg. I want him torn apart so badly that there's nothing to

guards stared at Matthew like hungry wolves, slowly

he threatened, "You think

knife shuddered. Feeling an itch on his

at his hand. When he spotted blood, his eyes were filled with shock. He stammered in

the security guard collapsed on the floor.

rest of the security guards stopped dead in their tracks. Watching this scene unfold, their faces paled as if they were looking

in his eyes as he shouted, "Are you all dumb? Attack as a group! Gang up on him, and take

they swung their weapons and charged forward together. Over a dozen of them charged forward like a herd of raging

blade danced wildly, leaving a trail of blood in its wake, Each thud was followed by another body