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.

want him dead. You all attack him together and

chop off one leg. I want him torn apart so badly that there's nothing

dozen guards stared at Matthew

guard wielded a short knife. As he advanced, he threatened, "You think you can just walk into the hospital and mess

something cold flashed past the guard's neck. The guard with a short knife shuddered. Feeling an itch on his neck, he stopped walking and ran his hand over

blood, his eyes

the floor. Blood started pouring out

guards stopped dead in their tracks. Watching this scene

in his eyes as he shouted, "Are you all dumb? Attack as a

senses. Yelling loudly, they swung their weapons and charged forward together. Over a dozen of

lightning, a blade danced wildly, leaving a trail of blood in its wake, Each thud was followed by another body hitting the floor, one at a time. The