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.

I want him dead. You all attack him together and finish him

100 thousand dollars if you chop off one leg. I want

Dallas' command, a dozen guards stared at Matthew like

short knife. As he advanced, he threatened, "You think you can just walk into the hospital and mess with Mr. Wood?

the guard's neck. The guard with a short knife shuddered. Feeling an itch

looked down at his hand. When he spotted blood, his eyes were filled with

the security guard collapsed on the floor. Blood started pouring out

in their tracks. Watching this scene unfold, their faces paled as if

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

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

of blood in its wake, Each thud was followed by another body hitting the floor, one at a time. The fallen guards all had blood