The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 531

All the guards knew, not just Clint.

When Matthew looked at Clint once again, his gaze turned cold. "Are you saying you're an accomplice then?"

Clint snorted. "Say whatever you want."

He couldn't care less about that. The only reason he kept talking to Matthew was because he was waiting for backup. He would wait for all the guards to show up so that they could strike together.

A clatter of footsteps came from the entrance. In no time, more than ten armed guards stormed inside. Everyone spread out, forming a circle around Matthew.

The moment his men arrived, Clint's attitude immediately turned haughty. "You're screwed! There are over a dozen of us, and you're all alone. You're not making it out alive today."

Besides Clint, even Dallas felt confident about it. Even though Dallas had been administered some pain relief, the sight of his battered body drove him mad.

He gritted his teeth and bellowed, "Do it now, Clint! I want him dead. You all attack him together and finish him off.

"Each slash gets you 10 thousand dollars in cash, and 100 thousand dollars if you chop off one leg. I want him torn apart so badly that there's nothing to bury."

Upon hearing Dallas' command, a dozen guards stared at Matthew like hungry wolves, slowly closing in with weapons in hand.

The leading security guard wielded a short knife. As he advanced, he threatened, "You think you can just walk into the hospital and mess with Mr. Wood? I'll cut down."

Like a flash of lightning, a blade danced wildly, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Each thud was followed by another body hitting the floor, one at a time. The fallen guards all had blood streaming from their necks.

The victims clutched their throats and writhed on the floor, kicking frantically. They seemed to be reaching for something with their kicks as though it'd ease their pain. They all struggled in their final moments.

Holding the blade with one hand, Matthew pointed it diagonally to the floor. The blade in his hand appeared as if it had just been fished out of blood. As blood dripped from the tip, it quickly formed a puddle on the floor.

Clint trembled violently as if he'd been struck by lightning. His eyes were wide open and were filled with sheer terror.

Just a moment ago, Clint stood behind as he watched his men charge forward, only for them all to end up lying on the ground.