Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 1926

Chapter 1926

It was a dark room, the air of which was filled with the stench of something rotten. The room was almost

claustrophobic, and random items and trash were strewn across the floor. A single bed stood in the center, and

an old man lay on top, fast asleep. Matthew made his way to the bed and stared at the old man. He seems to be

in his seventies. Wrinkles littered all over his face, and he looked unkempt thanks to the lack of good care. His

beard and hair were tangled, not unlike what a tramp looked like.

Matthew stared at the man for a while, then he left the room quietly. Once he closed the door, Matthew whipped

his phone out to text Edmund. | need the families here ASAP. But alas, no reply cfrom Edmund, not even

after quite a while.

Matthew's heart sank. He tried to escape the corridor, but before he could do anything, someone jumped at him.

The attack was easily evaded, but then a few more silhouettes joined the fray, surrounding Matthew. He leaped

into the air and got out of that predicament.

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Now he found himself back where he started. Slowly, the door behind him creaked open. The old man Matthew

saw earlier stood behind the door, staring at him darkly. "Damn the gods, Larson. You still found me. | thought

this was the perfect hiding spot," the man said. That voice belonged to none other than Lord Voodoo.

At the stime, a few dozen men appeared and filled the corridor.

Matthew stared at his enemies, frowning. Then, he turned his sights to Lord Voodoo. "I assthese are your

henchmen, Voodoo?"

Lord Voodoo cackled into the skies. "Perceptive, Larson. Perceptive enough to locate me, and that's why you

shall die. You've been a thorn in my side long enough. Today will be your end." "You think these fools can kill

me?" asked Matthew coldly.

Lord Voodoo sneered. "You underestimate them, Larson. Did you really think I had no friends back in Orleans?

Yes, SuprCharm Master was too strong forto take on, but there was no need to fight her Once she

established herself as the leader, | told my friends to take off and cwith me. So, here they are. All my

friends in Orleans. | trained them myself. Not too powerful, but not too shabby either. Should be enough to take

you down, and I'm joining the fray as well."

Matthew's face fell. He could see these were fearsenemies. It would be hard to take just ten of them by

himself, let alone dozens.

Smugly, Lord Voodoo approached Matthew. "What? You think the families are going to rescue you?" He sneered.

"They won't. We got rid of your little henchman. Nobody knows you're here. Nobody's going to cfor your

rescue."

The look on Matthew's face changed. He knew things were getting out of hand the moment Edmund didn't text

back, but this was worse than he imagined. They got rid of Edmund? Sh*t.

Lord Voodoo loved the expression on Matthew's face, and he bellowed in laughter. "I love the look of despair on

your face, Larson. That's what you get for getting in my way. Men, kill him!" Lord Voodoo's men unsheathed their

weapons immediately and approached Matthew menacingly.

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