Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 2008

Bainbridge was the home of the rulers—any random person here might be part of one of the top

families in the nation. As the Holy Doctor Competition was drawing near, all of Cathay's aristocrats

were coming to this city, turning it into a merry gathering place. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Across the historical arch was the abode of Bainbridge's top aristocrats—Historic District. Unlike most

of Bainbridge, it was quiet; too quiet. There was barely anyone walking around. Only the hum of

expensive cars was heard from time to time. Within a certain courtyard of this district, a man was

sipping on his tea. Before him stood his underling, who was drenched in sweat.

"The plan failed, sir. All one hundred and twenty-five of our men are dead. When reinforcements came,

our enemies were already gone."

The man put his cup down and played with the parrot in the cage, then he said, "You promised a

perfect capture."

He spoke calmly. He sounded as calm as a quiet river, yet the underling immediately went down to his

knees in fear, and then he banged his head on the ground. "Sir, please, have mercy. Give me one more

ch—" His sentence was never finished. Rivulets of blood trickled from the minuscule hole between his

brows, the ghost of his last scream etched to his face.

"Trash shouldn't talk so much." The man closed his box of needles, still speaking calmly. He turned

back to his parrot, and his other underlings took care of the corpse. A moment later, the courtyard was

once again filled with the songs of birds, as if the murder that had just happened never took place.

At the same time, Matthew and his team were walking through a patch of woods, the air filled with the

stench of blood.

"How many groups does this make?" Matthew was huffing and puffing.

"Sixth." The crown prince was leaning on a tree, his body covered in blood. "I'm beat. These people are

crazy. I think I've had enough kills to last a lifetime."

Salazar and Freya were drenched in sweat as well. Lying before them were dozens of bodies. They

were bodies of henchmen sent to capture them. After two attempts on their lives on the road, the truck

finally cracked. If they kept using the main street, they would have to face more enemies. In the end,

Matthew took them down the trail. Even then, they still had to face dozens of pursuers.

"Let's keep going. Once we pass the Royal Arch Bridge, we'll be in Bainbridge. We'll be safe there."

Freya rested her blade on her shoulder and stepped ahead.

"Very well. We're close to the sanctuary." Despite his exhaustion, the crown prince was still optimistic

about their chances.

When Matthew approached him, the crown prince whispered, "She's fierce. She probably killed at least

a hundred of them today. Tell me the truth. You did sleep with her, didn't you?"

Matthew didn't even have the strength to talk, so he rolled his eyes. Is he stupid? Freya almost slit his

throat back on the truck for asking that question. Gah, look at him, all smirking and grinning. He must

have tossed that behind him.

He's ignoring me? The crown prince was about to ask more questions, but then he saw Freya glaring

at him with murder in her eyes, and he was reminded of that moment in the truck. The crown prince

smacked his lips and shut up. Unbeknownst to him, Freya wasn't directing her killing intent at him.