The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 776

Leopold swiftly replied, "Just you wait. Others may not be able to track you down, but The Fate Order can. With the right price, there's nothing The Fate Order can't do."

The Fate Order?

Nathan sported a dismissive look. The people at The Fate Order were just a bunch of brutes who relied on brute force to take down their targets. Meanwhile, he killed with strategy.

Even though they were both assassin organizations, he looked down on The Fate Order's barbaric method.

Nathan responded, "I'll say it again-those brainless muscle-heads can't find me. No one in the world can."

After saying that, he closed the chat and ended the conversation. Just as he picked up his cutlery and reached for the food, a horn rang out in the distance.

Nathan instinctively looked outside and spotted a cab in the distance speeding toward his location at around 75 mph. He was a little shocked.

On a city road like this, the speed limit was 40 mph. Was the cab driver nuts? Why was he going so fast?

cab drivers gathered at Rolling Meatball Kitchen were equally

All eyes in the restaurant

back passenger door opened, and a

that Matthew? Why

in disbelief. He had never expected Matthew to

felt every hair on his

faces in the restaurant. He only knew the owner of The Misfortune's Veil had the license plate 8HCA923, but he

and noticed the people in the pasta restaurant had a mix of expressions. Some looked surprised, some looked

until he caught the terror in Nathan's eyes. He instantly knew this was the person he was

felt like jelly. People weren't aware of his story, but he knew

his word, The Misfortune's Veit assassins would pour out, and anyone who offended him could die in an "accident".

hands, he'd be as good as

closing in on

the window. The glass broke, and the