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.

profusely as he collapsed. His blood stained the

the art of

Every target died in what looked like

against Matthew felt like brains against brawns. But despite all the intelligence and plans he had, he was no match for Matthew's sheer

again, and another man

thud, the newcomer took a blow to the head and collapsed, his head bleeding profusely.

later, the car was filled with bodies, and

calling off this mission. Do

to hurt my family, I'll take them down. I don't care if it's The Fate Order or The

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

stainless steel cup downward. Blood poured out from Merrick's head, and his body slowly went

mixed with