The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 768

A hint of hesitation flashed in Matthew's eyes as he wavered between striking now or holding back. As a martial artist, going after regular folks was against the rules, and it was also the line he refused to cross.

But this street was where Lorraine walked home and where Stanley and Lillian went to the market. He couldn't stand the thought of having Lorraine running into danger on her way back, and he certainly didn't want his parents facing an attack on their way to pick up groceries.

Rules? Fuck them! For the safety of his family, even the strictest rules had to be set aside.

He made his way right over to the beekeeper's stall.

Alistair Pike was hard at work, slicing off a piece of honeycomb with his knife. The sharp blade slid into the glossy and waxy comb with a crackling sound.

He kept an eye on his surroundings. When Matthew came to the village entrance, he paused for a moment while cutting the honeycomb but quickly went back to normal.

Alistair took pride in his cool, level-headed demeanor. It was something he had developed only after killing 15 people. He still remembered how shaken he was the first time he killed someone.

he was polluting the area by cooking over an open fire. He actually had a gas stove, but he had just run out of gas. Since it was dark, he figured he'd replace

to cook a meal over a fire. The two young

got by in the wild, living like he was cut off from the world. He didn't make much

past two years, most people weren't splurging on delights.

up with the hard times and went off with someone else. He stayed up in the mountains, not seeing a

Alistair would head into town for gas or supplies and sneak a few glances whenever he saw

Every penny he made had to go to good use.

fit of age, Alistair flung the blazing wood near the beehive. With the flames and smoke, the bees flew out and stung

Alistair's clothes were thick enough that the bees couldn't sting through, and he had a mask on, so he managed to

hid at the side, trembling as he watched the young officers scratching like crazy. The idea of knocking them out and burying them crossed his mind a few times, but he

young officers scratched until their skin was a bloody mess, and their cries echoed like wailing

caught in a horror movie. His mind was tormented the entire