Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel 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.

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.

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.