Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 2007

Dawn had arisen. Bainbridge was half a day's drive away. Salazar didn't feel exhausted, but his eyes

were sore after staring at the road for hours. Salazar slowly stopped the truck when he saw the car in

front of him stop. He pulled his cap down and rolled the window down.

"What's the matter, mate? Traffic congested?"

The driver in the car beside Salazar answered, "Some kind of car crash ahead. Big time car crash.

Highway to Bainbridge is under lockdown."

Sh*t! Salazar wasn't sure if it was their enemy, but he woke Matthew and the crown prince up. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What's wrong, Salazar?" The crown prince yawned, still looking groggy.

Salazar briefed them about the situation, and Matthew was alert at once. "If this is a conspiracy, then

we can't stay here for long. It'd be pointless. They would come after us anyway." He stared at the road

in silence for a while before saying, "Salazar, we're leaving the highway. Take another path."

Salazar nodded and revved the truck up. He followed the traffic and left through the nearest exit. When

they reached a 3-lane street, the gang tensed up.

"Keep your eyes peeled. Something feels off," Matthew said. The traffic was thinning out, but it

shouldn't. The Holy Doctor Competition was drawing near, so the contestants and audience should be

coming to Bainbridge in droves. The traffic should be congested, and yet there were barely any cars

around.

Salazar slowed down. Half an hour of low-speed drive later, the other shoe finally dropped. In the rear-

view mirror, they saw dozens of black off-road vehicles speeding toward them. "They're here,

Matthew!" Salazar floored the gas pedal.

Noticing their attempt to escape, the pursuers sped up as well. Even though Salazar had stepped down

on the pedal, the truck could only run at 140 miles per hour, unlike the off-road vehicles which could go

faster. Less than thirty seconds later, the pursuers were already catching up.

Alright. The gang's all ready. Salazar roared, "Buckle up and hang tight! Time for an emergency brake!"

The truck skidded to a halt, the tires screeching. It left behind black trails on the ground, and then the

truck came to a stop.

That was bad news for the pursuers. They had been driving at more than 200 miles per hour just to

catch up to the truck, and now they couldn't stop in time. To avoid crashing into the truck, the pursuers

quickly moved to the flank, but that was a disaster for their friends.

The vehicles crashed into one another, and the cars in the vanguard were tossed into the air and

flipped around.

"Good job, Salazar!" the crown prince praised and leaped off the truck. He rotated his head and

cracked his knuckles, his eyes filled with excitement. "Finally. Some action."

Even though Matthew's company managed to mellow the crown prince out, he was still Mightwater's

noble, and he had a lust for battle. No matter what kind of fight it was, he never backed down. Salazar,

Matthew, and Freya leaped out of the truck as well, looking murderous as they moved slowly toward

their enemies.

The sun was shining brightly over their head, fresh air wafting across the roads.

It was a good time to kill.