The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 536

Sebastian interrupted. "With so many people showing up, I'm definitely not going anywhere. I'm still an adult, and I can surely offer something. Well, I can swing a knife."

As Sebastian spoke, he picked up a short knife from the ground and waved it around with one hand. Finding it underwhelming, he grabbed a steel pipe with a thickness of one finger.

So, he ended up with a steel rod in his left hand and a short knife in his right. Then, Sebastian walked up to the chair and stood guard next to Matthew.

Seeing Sebastian all tense and clumsy, Matthew couldn't help but how inept he was during his first fight in the prison.

Sebastian might be able to handle himself in a scuffle, but getting into a fight to the death was a death wish.

"This isn't a game, you—"

Right then, hurried footsteps came from outside, accompanied by frantic shouting.

"A nurse said the security went down to the basement."

"He's here at the first basement floor, so look around closely."

Matthew sprang to his feet. Wielding a blade, he made his way to the door with Sebastian behind him.

Matthew turned to Sebastian and instructed, "Stay with Theo. Keep an eye on Dallas. I'll be back soon."

Sebastian had something to say, but he swallowed his words upon seeing Matthew's firm expression. "Alright. I'll do what you say. Just make sure to stay safe. If things get tough, just run. Staying alive is more important than anything."

genuine Sebastian was warmed Matthew's heart. He nodded and confidently headed

coming his way from a distance, carrying weapons in their hands. He

in the search, he saw someone coming out of the nearby room. The

he sensed an unmistakable military vibe. It was clear as

conflicted. "I'm Matthew. What

hardened. "You're dead today,

that, Carlos motioned with his hand, signaling for the others to circle Matthew. Watching the group approaching with steel pipes, Matthew sighed. He didn't want to go

look up to the soldiers the

way out, Carlos sneered

saying all that to butter me up? Too bad. That won't work. You're

I genuinely respect soldiers,

protect the country and their comrades always brings me to tears. I'm grateful to

hefty men closed in, they slowed down, and their expressions softened slightly

admit. You sure know how to talk. Your flattery hit,

big shots. You

Unfortunately, you've ticked off

die.

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their weapon to the outside. Yet, you want to take out someone like me, a

then he snapped, "I've taken off my

hint of disappointment flashed in Matthew's eyes. "I just don't get it. Why not