The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 537

Carlos continued, "But these brats from military families are moving up quicker than I am due to their background. They all have bright futures ahead, but what about me? I've hit rock bottom and even ditched my uniform. Getting promoted is impossible for regular folks. Killing you is my only shot."

Matthew firmly held the Apex Blade, his eyes locked on Carlos like a hawk. "You actually want to use my life as a stepping stone? Then I'll just take you out, and I won't have to feel guilty about it."

Taken aback, Carlos said in disbelief, "Kill me? Seriously? Have you lost your mind? Do you honestly think you can take me on? Do you have any idea how many people I've got with me?"

Matthew coldly stared at Carlos. "More people? Where are they? I'll send you all on your way."

Carlos looked at Matthew as if he was an idiot. "Y-you're not scared silly, are you? Taking us out? Fine then. I'll show you how many people are with me. I just hope you don't wet yourself."

After saying that, Carlos waved at Matthew and walked toward the exit on the first basement floor.

Holding the Golden Blade, Matthew trailed behind Carlos as he found himself surrounded by more than ten people from all directions.

it was raining. That explained why these people

really pouring down. In no time, Matthew's clothes were soaked, and the wind made it tough

Carlos shouted, "Assemble!"

voice rang out in the rain. Soon enough, the

people surrounded Matthew like predators cornering their prey. They had steel pipes as their weapons,

sense of pride. For the first time, he had led so many skilled soldiers on

looked at Matthew scornfully. "Did you see that? With this many people, we can easily beat you into a pulp. If you decide

cut like a knife, filling the air with a sense of impending

over me to get ahead, huh? I'm

Why was he still putting up a

like he was staring at a corpse, Carlos suddenly

weaved through the enemies like a shadowy figure. The

were sent flying, and blood gushed out from the victims' torsos,

warm blood hit their faces. When they raised their hands to wipe it away, they could