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. He tried to cover the wound with his hand, but it didn't

him. That was when Matthew decided to say, "What if I told you I regret killing you? Is

the brink of death, his blood nearly drained. Yet, Matthew said he regretted it at this

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

is what I'd also like to tell you. Your regret doesn't mean a damn thing. What were you doing

struggled to say something, but he didn't even have the strength to lift his head. His body slumped on the floor and soon

Every so often, the sound of blood gurgling out of the body could be heard. The pungent stench

first time. He felt a mix of emotions toward Matthew, including respect, fear, and even

showed up in a psychiatric hospital to save Sebastian and killed so many

toward Dallas. "I'm asking you again. How many Red Wolves' hideouts

the other hideouts. I only report to those above me, and

as he couldn't get anything useful out of Dallas. He was surprised at how strictly organized the Red Wolves

to sit on. Looking at the bodies in front of him, he knitted