Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3187

"You think you're funny, huh?" Cyrus looked at his sword, which was made of top-quality millennium cold iron. He felt a chilling sensation without even touching the blade.

Then, he glanced at the rocket launcher made of ordinary steel Shawn held before surveying his surroundings.

A few people stood atop the SUVs that surrounded his group, either holding a rocket launcher or a Gatling gun.

Members of the Gloam Wing were crouching on the ground with their hands behind their heads, looking distressed.

"Didn't you ask us to fight you? You can choose someone else if you don't want to fight me." Shawn gestured at his men with the rocket launcher, signaling Cyrus to choose an opponent.

Cyrus winced. He scanned the surroundings, and his eyes lit up when he found the target.

Instead of carrying a weapon, a frail young man sat on the convertible SUV.

"You! The man sitting there! You're getting on my nerves!"

The young man hesitated for a moment before pointing at himself in disbelief.

"Yes, you! Stop stalling and fight me!"

The young man nodded and rose to his feet. He took out a bandolier that held pockets full of grenades and wore it over his body before jumping out of the car.

Cyrus looked at the man's shoulder belt, sweat beading on his forehead, wondering if he had killed Helen earlier.

Matthew was rumored to be kind and polite, but now he seemed to want Cyrus dead.

"Hey! What are you doing? I'm not talking to you!"

Cyrus looked away for a new target. He found a short young man who was holding a dagger. He should be easy to deal with.

"You, the shorty there! Yes. I'm talking to you. Come here and fight me. Right, you! Don't pretend you didn't hear me!"