The Great Medical Saint

Magnus said with a solemn look, "I get what you mean, Mr. Kuhn. We're not like those idiots from The Fate Order who think killing with knives, fists, or guns is the

answer.

"We rely on brains, not brawns. We could take someone down with just a finger or a single strand of hair. That's how we work. But this time, it's a whole different story."

Farrell got impatient as Magnus looped back to the same topic again. "What's different about it?"

Magnus' face turned pale. "None of the last team sent to deal with Matthew made it back. It's over a dozen people. Something tells me this target isn't like the others. We're against a tough one this time."

With everyone's morale so low, Farrell was trying to find a way to lift everyone's confidence, but Magnus had to remind them how the last attempt was a disaster with the entire team completely wiped out.

Furious, Farrell glared at Magnus and reprimanded him. "I don't want to hear about the previous assassination attempt. Someone must've slipped up, and Matthew was ready. That was why he had the upper hand."

Magnus knitted his brows together. "This time, Matthew was prepared too."

This bastard... Farrell's face turned red from the rebuke, and he harshly fired back, "You don't know what you're talking about!

"Last time, Team A was caught off guard. Matthew was the hunter, and they were his prey. This time around, we're the predators lurking in the shadows. Matthew's the one being hunted."

Magnus was truly scared. Nothing had ever gone wrong in The Misfortune's Veil, but so many died this time. He felt it was best to call off the mission.

He didn't have the nerve to tell Farrell outright, so he just expressed his worry. "But even today, we failed."

Farrell hit the table and confidently stated, "Who cares if we fail? We make it look like an accident, like dropping an object from a height. Even the police couldn't trace it back to us.

"We could fail 100 times and still walk away untouched. But if Matthew slips up just once, he pays the ultimate price of his life."

Magnus looked worried. "But I can't shake the worry that Matthew might find us. If he does, we're in real danger."

Gritting his teeth, Farrell snapped, "You coward! You're a damn assassin, Magnus. I hate to say it, but you're overly cautious.

"Let me break it down for you. We're in the shadows, so Matthew has no clue about our looks, age, and gender. Give him a decade, and he'd still be clueless about how to find us."noveldrama

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a figure walked in from outside.

All eyes turned to the door in unison. When they saw who it was, everyone shot to their feet, their faces showing utter disbelief as surprised gasps filled the room.

"It's Matthew!"

"How did Matthew get here?"

"How did he manage to find this place?"

They were like cave-dwelling creatures suddenly exposed to harsh sunlight for the first time. All of them were gripped by fear, completely at a loss.

Matthew stood at the doorway, blocking the exit. He pulled out a stack of photos from his pocket and glanced at the first photo, which showed a woman.

In the photo, the woman had curly hair, double eyelids, a sharp nose, and a mole near her mouth.

Matthew looked around at everyone's faces until his gaze landed on a woman's. "You're the one who pushed the flower pots off the balcony."

After being called out by Matthew, the woman stepped back in fear. "How did you know?"

Matthew tossed the photo aside and pulled out a new one. After scanning the crowd, he locked eyes with Magnus. "You're the driver of that dump truck who tried to run me over."

Magnus' face was drained of color. He knew exactly how horrifying it would be if this information got out. Just a visit to the police with those photos, and he'd be done for.

Magnus felt like he was drowning, unable to catch a breath. Matthew pulled out photo after photo, pointing each person out. Every assassin who was identified was struck with fear, looking visibly shaken.

Matthew finally came to the last photo, showing an old man. He turned to Farrell and stated, "You're the only assassin who didn't get his hands dirty because you're the one coordinating everything behind the scenes. Am I right?"

Farrell was nervous and unsettled. "H-how did you pull this off? How many people did you use to track all of us? 100 people? 200? Or even 300?"