The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Everything felt unreal as Clint watched his men struggle frantically before going completely still. Standing in the middle of the corpses, Matthew looked like a demon from hell.

Matthew shifted his murderous gaze to Clint and coldly remarked, "It's your turn."

Clint locked eyes with Matthew. Fear struck him as he frantically backed away, eventually tripping and falling with a thud.

He hurriedly shouted, "Don't kill me! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have been an accomplice. I regret my actions. I shouldn't have stopped those healthy people from escaping. Please give me one more chance."

With a swish, Matthew swung the Apex Blade, sending blood flying onto Clint's face. The latter squeezed his eyes shut in fear. Then, a sharp pain hit his chest.

Clint quickly snapped open his eyes and saw the blade piercing into his heart. The excruciating pain flooded his mind.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Why? I already told you I regret it. Why can't you spare me?"

Furrowing his brows, Matthew was surprised Clint would ask that. He grunted and yanked out the Apex Blade.

He was on the verge of passing out from the agony. His face contorted in pain as he fought to endure the agony.

Matthew decided to say, "What if I

he clenched his teeth and glared at Matthew. He was on the brink of death, his blood nearly drained. Yet, Matthew said

the last bit of his strength, he weakly muttered, "What's the point of

didn't spare you when you regretted your actions. That is what I'd also like to tell you. Your regret doesn't mean a

out a mouthful of blood as he struggled to say something, but he didn't even have the strength to lift

drop. Every so often, the sound of blood

seeing Matthew for the first time. He felt a

the card room for Integrative Medicine. Now, he showed up in a psychiatric hospital to save

and walked toward Dallas. "I'm asking you again. How many Red Wolves' hideouts are left

I really don't know anything about the other hideouts. I only report to those above me,

couldn't get anything useful out of Dallas. He

and found a chair to sit on. Looking at the bodies in front of