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.

it now, Clint! I want

chop off one leg. I want him torn apart so badly that

Dallas' command, a dozen guards stared at Matthew like

threatened, "You think you

guard with a short knife shuddered. Feeling an itch on his neck, he stopped walking and

his eyes were filled with shock.

thud, the security guard collapsed on the floor. Blood started pouring out of the wound on

guards stopped dead in their tracks. Watching this scene unfold, their faces paled as

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

weapons and charged forward together. Over a dozen of them

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