The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 188

One of the men looked oddly handsome in his jeans and short hair. He chewed on chewing gum and looked unrestrained.

He held a gold-colored gun in his right hand, which he kept tossing into the air like he was a magician playing with poker cards.

In his left hand, he held a cartridge clip. He loaded the gun single-handedly, his actions swift and trained.

The other oddity wore a suit without a shirt underneath. He was all muscle and lean meat, and he held an iron rod. He was literally a thug in a suit.

When Matthew got up with Lorraine in his arms, both men got to their feet too. The unrestrained man loaded his gun and aimed it straight at Matthew while the thug in the suit approached Matthew, swinging his iron rod.

Everyone else circled Matthew. Xavier stood at a spot high up and burst into laughter. "I was just waiting for you to pick Lorraine up. You're gonna die a horrible death now that you've got a burden in your arms!"

Matthew had long since guessed Xavier's plan, but he'd been more afraid of the latter and the other men using Lorraine's life to threaten him. There was nothing more terrifying than being unable to act because of the potential risks.

Xavier had probably been afraid of him giving up on Lorraine, but Matthew was thankful for this. It was a good thing he'd had the chance to save Lorraine.

He looked at the wary men around him, but his attention was actually on the man with the gun. After all, guns were too fast. A single moment of distraction was enough to kill him.

The thug in a suit suddenly said, "I'll kill this dude. You guys can sit back and relax."

At his words, the other men stopped where they were. But the odd man with the gun said, "Times have changed, Metal Mac. I can take him out with a single gunshot—why waste time swinging that stupid rod of yours around? Isn't it tiring?"

Metal Mac said icily, "If you really were that great with a gun, Jack 'Fast-Guns' Link, why did you join the Slithering Snakes Sect to cultivate your body?

"You know there's a rule that we can't use guns. Anyone who breaks it will bring misfortune to the whole sect. Aren't you afraid of getting the sect in trouble?"

Jack's expression shifted at that. Then, he said flippantly, "Whoever set that rule is long dead. Besides, who cares about all those dumb rules? I can give that guy to you since you're so eager to take him out, but I won't give up on my five million dollars. Not a single cent less!"