The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 710

Matthew continued making his way to the entrance of Silverbrook Village.

Yesterday, he had sent Stanley, Lillian, and Lorraine to the ninth floor of Opulent Club, so he was ready to face the assassins from The Misfortune's Veil and The Fate Order. As expected, they were here.

In a black RV by the village entrance, Merrick Densmore lit a cigar and took a puff before exhaling a cloud of smoke. As the first division leader of The Misfortune's Veil, this was his first time sending out so many people at once.

Usually, killing someone only took one person, or an extra helper if needed. They'd never need more than two people to stage an accident and finish the job. But this time, the client paid too much, and there were too many targets.

With Matthew's family and others as targets, Merrick had no choice but to dispatch everyone from the first division. But he had faith in his men, confident that their coordination would make the task a breeze.

Suddenly, a knock on the window broke the silence. With a cigar between his lips, Merrick didn't bother to look over and coldly stated, "Come in."

The first person to complete the job was already back. It was way quicker than expected.

With a click, the car door swung open. Matthew got in and took a seat without hesitation. Merrick took a drag and blew out a thick puff of smoke.

He casually asked, "Out of the four in the family, who did you take out?"

As he spoke, he turned to look at his subordinate. When he caught sight of Matthew's face, he flinched in fright. His cigar snapped and fell from his hand.

"A-aren't you Matthew?"

Matthew coldly responded, "That's right. It's me."

Fear flickered in the depth of Merrick's eyes. He'd taken many lives before, but it always happened unnoticed.

Sometimes it was a dropped billboard, other times a flowerpot falling from a balcony, or just a gentle push when the target walked downstairs.