The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 735

Every time Matthew got downstairs, he'd pulled out his phone and started scrolling.

Just like always, he whipped out his phone, switched to the camera, and zoomed in on the upper floors. Then, he kept his head down, walking with his eyes glued to the screen.

Suddenly, the camera caught a black dot that quickly grew larger. He immediately backed up, retreating 20 feet in a flash.

With a crack, flower pots came crashing down right where he'd been standing, smashing into pieces on the ground.

The pedestrians on the street saw what happened and froze in shock. Then, people started gasping in surprise.

Meanwhile, Matthew didn't even look up and just kept walking back, leaving the passersby murmuring to each other.

"Did he just cheat death? That's some serious luck. He might as well buy a lottery ticket."

"Oh my goodness! How did he avoid that?"

"Who left their flower stand in such a bad shape that it just crumbled? If that fell on someone, think about the compensation they'd owe."

When Matthew got home, he grabbed a deck chair and relaxed beneath a big tree. He shut his eyes as if he were waiting for something.

Three hours later, night had fallen. The yard was pitch-black with no lights on, yet Matthew still lay there with his eyes closed, like he was asleep.

As his phone started buzzing, Matthew snapped open his eyes. He pulled out his phone and saw it was Caleb calling. At last, the call he'd been waiting for.

He picked up the call. "Hello. Found anything?"

Caleb smugly replied, "I found their hideout, Mr. Grant. Come over quick."

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