The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 711

Matthew coldly instructed, "Get your assassins to stand down right now! I'll count to three. If you don't recall them, you're as good as dead."

Merrick was scared out of his wits. "I'm calling them back right away. There's no need for violence. Let's talk this through."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and left a voice message in a group chat. "Food's ready. Come on over and dig in. Hurry up, or it'll get cold."

With a grim expression, Matthew asked, "How is this an order?"

The head injury made Merrick wince in pain. Holding his head with one hand, he explained, "That's me telling them to come back right away. We're calling off the job. Is that good enough for you to leave?"

Matthew didn't say a word. With a click, the car door was opened, and a 40-year- old man got in the RV.

Matthew suddenly sprang into action, swinging the stainless steel cup with all his might and smashing it hard against the 40-year-old man's head.

as he collapsed. His

When it came to the art of killing, he looked down on

never used brute force to kill. Every target died in what looked like an accident, and no one ever suspected

brains against brawns. But despite all the intelligence and

again, and another

head and collapsed, his head bleeding profusely. Another click rang out again as the

minutes later, the car was filled with bodies, and the cramped space was thick with the stench

this mission. Do

down. I don't care if it's The Fate Order or The Misfortune's

you even know how many people work for The Misfortune's

steel cup downward. Blood poured out from Merrick's head, and his

Blood mixed with the drink