The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 737

The Misfortune's Veil prided itself on how stealthy its members were. Nobody ever saw them coming.

At this point, Matthew had eyes on everyone's every move. That was the scariest part. Farrell had to get to the bottom of it.

Reaching into the piles of tools behind the door, Matthew found a hammer and made his way toward Farrell. "You're thinking way too highly of yourself. I only need one person to handle people like you."

Farrell's tired old eyes went wide with shock as he exclaimed in disbelief, "How could that be? There's no way one person could keep tabs on a dozen experts skilled at tracking and shaking off tails—unless he's some sort of a wizard."

Matthew couldn't be bothered to tell Farrell that Caleb had eyes everywhere, with a hundred cameras feeling him live visuals as if he were seeing everything himself.

Holding the hammer, Matthew coldly remarked, "Go ask the devil yourself in hell!"

Watching Matthew close in, Farrell shouted in panic, "Stop him!"

As Farrell finished his sentence, two burly men—each about six feet tall—stepped out from the crowd. It was obvious at first glance that they had gone through serious training.

One of them held a collapsible baton, casually swinging it around. It sliced through the air with a whistling sound. The other man was toying with a short blade that was about one foot long.

Holding their weapons, they stood in front of Matthew,

Watching the scene unfold, Farrell yelled, "Matthew Grant! The Misfortune's Veil never uses violence to get the job done, but that doesn't mean they're short on skilled fighters.

"Either one of them could kill you in an instant, but I'll give you a chance. Tell me how you've been tracking us, and I'll let you walk away this time."

Matthew's expression darkened. "Know your place! It's you who isn't getting away."

Farrell was startled by the change of event. He coldly stated, "You can't possibly think you stand a chance against The Misfortune's Veil's Twin Titans, Matthew. I'm not interested in finding out the answer anymore, Colby, Rudy. Just kill him."

The hammer struck Rudy in the ear, burying itself halfway inside. He dropped straight to the floor with his ear gone, where a bloody hole replaced its original spot. Blood spilled out as if they were endless.

The blood seemed to be sizzling as its pungent smell filled the room.

Like a madman, Matthew swung his hammer over and over again. With each swing, another body hit the floor.

Facing the assassins out to kill him and his family, all he wanted was to send them to hell first.

The group quickly dwindled down to just two people. One of them was a woman cowering in the corner, and the other was the old man named Farrell.

Matthew made his way across the bodies and blood, closing in on the woman. "You're next."

Terrified, the woman shrank back against the wall and shouted, "Spare me! I'm just a woman. Please let me go!"