Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3721

His men scrambled to fetch their rifles and ammunition.

Soon enough, each soldier carried at least two guns and fifty rounds.

Just as Leon prepared the machine guns for a sweep, no movement came from the shadows.

A strange confidence crept over him.

Ronny's men were just cowards who ambushed rivals in secret.

Clearly, not many were willing to die for him.

Complacent, Leon was about to give the order to fire when the soldier closest to him was shot in the head.

He panicked at once, hardly daring to breathe for fear he'd be next.

Long stretches passed with no visible movement.

Every time Leon readied an attack, someone in his ranks would suddenly be killed—an obvious tactic to wear down the troop's will.

"Are you guys outnumbered or something? You're just a bunch of cowards, hiding and sneaking up on us!" Leon barked, trying to sound composed.

"We're simply mirroring the Seranias' style," someone answered.

Ryan, Steelwall, Shadow, and Guardian all stepped forward, each holding a sniper rifle.

"Well, I expected more rats. So, it's just the four of you? Where's your army?" Leon taunted.

"Why would we need so many men to deal with a bunch of idiots?" Shadow sneered.

Leon knew these four were dangerous and took a few steps back, pretending to be fearless.

"Surround them now!" he ordered.

The Seranias' army closed in, surrounded the four stewards, and leveled machine guns at them.

No matter how skillful they were, the four were no match for the swarm of guns and men.

They had no way of escaping and Leon was certain of victory.

The four stewards, however, looked bored and unruffled.

"If you put your weapons down, I might make your deaths quick!" Leon jeered.

He grabbed a gun from a nearby subordinate and aimed it at Ryan.

"Gosh, I'm terrified! Alright, I'll surrender—please spare my life!"

Ryan mocked, dropping his rifle as he played the fool.

"Who was on duty last night?" he demanded.

Every finger pointed to the same soldier.

That man, reeling in shock, swore he hadn't left his post for a moment.

Leon refused to believe it, branding the man a spy.

Too fearful to risk a gun, he proceeded to stab him with a bayonet.

"You're incredibly ruthless, Commander Leon!"

Just then, a deep, commanding voice rang out.

Leon looked up in fury, only to freeze in shock when he spotted Ronny.

The man strode forward, elegant and composed.

He had a staff in his hand, but his steps were steady and full of authority.

Far from a man on his deathbed, he looked stronger and more vigorous than ever.

"Weren't… Weren't you supposed to be dying?" Leon stammered.