The Great Medical Saint

As soon as Matthew said that, he grabbed a nearby chair and approached Clement.

Terrified, Clement backed away until his back hit the wall. Watching Matthew approach step by step, panic surged in him. "Don't kill me! You can't kill me!"

The sound of Matthew's footsteps echoed in the private room. The murderous intent in his eyes intensified as he slowly raised the chair while inching closer.

Clement felt as if death itself was walking toward him, and he nearly broke down. He shouted, "Matthew, y-you can't kill me. You've already killed my brothers. I'm the only son my father has left! If you dare to kill me, he'll do everything to get revenge on you!"

Matthew's eyes darkened with resolve as he continued to close the distance.

Clement shouted, "Stop, Matthew! Don't come any closer! Don't think that just because the assassins can't kill you, the Fuller family can't do anything to you. They have connections to real big shots! They know martial arts families as well. If you dare kill me..."

With a swift motion, Matthew brought the chair crashing down. The air sliced with its descent. At once, the chair shattered into pieces.

Clement's head split open. He swayed before collapsing against the wall and slowly sinking to the floor.noveldrama

Blood oozed from his scalp, streaming down his face, behind his ears, and across his neck. It was a gruesome sight. Clement's legs twitched before falling still with his hands clutching his bleeding head.

Matthew threw aside the broken piece of the chair's backrest.

It spun through the air before landing on Clement's lifeless body and rolling away to rest in the corner of the room.

As Matthew walked to the door, he saw someone standing outside, peering in from a distance. He reached out and shut the door.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Dominic's number.

...

In a small yard, Dominic stood at attention. His face showed a mix of admiration and anxiety.

Brad, wearing a frown, said, "Don't be so tense. I just called you over to pass along a message."

Just as Dominic wanted to speak, his phone rang. But he remained rigid, ignoring the phone's sound as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Brad moved to the side and sat down. "Go ahead and take the call. Take your time."

Dominic anxiously replied, "I'm sorry. I'll turn it off right now."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone to shut it off. But the moment he glanced at the screen, he was left stunned. It was a call from Matthew.

He looked up at Brad, who, noticing the change in his expression, waved him off. "Just answer it. This isn't the military. Relax a little."

Dominic finally picked up. "Hello?"

Matthew's voice came through. "Clean up a body on the sixth floor of Crystal Creek Hotel in a private room called Harmony Suite."

His tone was as casual as if he were calling Dominic to dinner.

Dominic was about to respond when a busy signal filled his ears. Matthew had already hung up. Dominic kad no choice but to stuff his phone back into his pocket.

Brad heard Dominic say a quick "Hello" before the call was abruptly hung up, Confused, he asked, "Why did you just say hello and then hang up? Don't rush. Just take the call. It won't delay anything."

Dominic replied helplessly, "He hung up. It was Mr. Grant. He wants me to clean

up a body."

Brad's expression turned odd at the

words. "Again? How many more people as he going to kill? I can't handle this pressure anymore! You tell him, if he's going to keep killing, he can clean up after himself!"