The Great Medical Saint novel Chapter 189

There was a deadly silence inside the old factory. The metallic smell of blood spread through the air, mixing with the rustiness of the old machines and the smell of something festering. It was nauseating.

Suddenly, Lorraine asked, "Why aren't there any animal sounds, Dad? And why isn't anyone talking? Are the baddies all gone?"

Matthew rubbed her back gently and said, "Yeah, they're gone. Here, let me make a sound for you, and you can guess what it is. Meow!"

She cried happily, "It's a cat! I know it is! I'm really smart, aren't I?"

He hummed in agreement. He'd only talked about imitating animals because he was worried the men would scare Lorraine with their yells and shouts when he killed them. If they got too noisy, he could imitate animals to soothe her.

Now that he wasn't attacking anyone, he stopped making animal noises. Instead, he looked around warily.

The atmosphere was as weird as hell. Over a dozen men stood there with weapons in their hands. They outnumbered him, but none of them dared to step forward. It was as if they'd brought blades along to watch Matthew coax Lorraine.

Xavier stood atop an old and broken machine, looking ashen as he stared at Matthew in fright. All he could say was that he was terrified and dumbstruck.

When had Matthew become so powerful when he'd been so worthless in the past? A chill ran down his spine as he thought about what he'd just witnessed.

Matthew tightened his hold on Lorraine as he shot toward the men. As he passed by Jack's body, he pulled out the iron rod and took the men down with it.

He moved as swiftly as the wind, and he swung the iron rod around like it weighed nothing. Everything that came into contact with the iron rod ended up on the ground.

When Matthew stood still, there were only dead bodies behind him. The smell of blood thickened.

Xavier was so frightened by this that he wanted to flee. Unfortunately for him, he tripped and fell from atop the old machine. He clutched his leg, gasping from the pain of the fall.

Matthew stalked toward him with the bloody rod in hand. His murderous intent grew with every step he took.