The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 797

As soon as Matthew said that, he grabbed a nearby chair and approached Clement.

Terrified, Clement backed away until his back hit the wall. Watching Matthew approach step by step, panic surged in him. "Don't kill me! You can't kill me!"

The sound of Matthew's footsteps echoed in the private room. The murderous intent in his eyes intensified as he slowly raised the chair while inching closer.

Clement felt as if death itself was walking toward him, and he nearly broke down. He shouted, "Matthew, y-you can't kill me. You've already killed my brothers. I'm the only son my father has left! If you dare to kill me, he'll do everything to get revenge on you!"

Matthew's eyes darkened with resolve as he continued to close the distance.

Clement shouted, "Stop, Matthew! Don't come any closer! Don't think that just because the assassins can't kill you, the Fuller family can't do anything to you. They have connections to real big shots! They know martial arts families as well. If you dare kill me…"

With a swift motion, Matthew brought the chair crashing down. The air sliced with its descent. At once, the chair shattered into pieces.

Clement's head split open. He swayed before collapsing against the wall and slowly sinking to the floor.

Blood oozed from his scalp, streaming down his face, behind his ears, and across his neck. It was a gruesome sight. Clement's legs twitched before falling still with his hands clutching his bleeding head.

Matthew threw aside the broken piece of the chair's backrest.

It spun through the air before landing on Clement's lifeless body and rolling away to rest in the corner of the room.

As Matthew walked to the door, he saw someone standing outside, peering in from a distance. He reached out and shut the door.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed Dominic's number.

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