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Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 1760
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Chapter 1760

Upon the arrival of these newcomers, all of the Greatest Families’ underlings briefly stopped in their tracks.

These were the speople that Poison Spider brought over from Mightwater. At Neverland Pharmaceuticals’

opening ceremony, Poison Spider ordered this sgroup to surround the people of Eastshire. As a result, none

of the Ten Greatest Families dared to act rashly. While there were not as many in the group this time, they were

still tough opponents. In actuality, not even the fighters from the Greatest Families of Eastshire were a match for

Poison Spider's faction. At that moment, Levin's arrogant demeanor deflated as he glanced desperately at

Macon, who frowned slightly. Evidently, he did not expect Poison Spider to enter the fray. Still, he remained calm

as his face did not betray the slightest hint of worry.

"Matthew, you're at a wedding. Don't you think your behavior is a tad bit inappropriate? From what | hear, your

dear sister is the only family you have left. Now, I'm sure you're not afraid of death, but aren't you afraid of

getting your sister involved if you keep this up?" Macon drawled, almost as if the situation was not dire.

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It was clear that he was threatening Matthew. If Matthew continued this fight, he would kill Natalie then.

At this moment, Sasha's expression changed. She grabbed Matthew's sleeve and said, "They have Natalie and

my parents; they also have Julian and Ed. W-What should we do?" Matthew chuckled dryly. "Don't worry about it."

Glaring at Macon, he continued, "It totally slipped my mind, but my friends have already brought Natalie and

your parents safely home. On their behalf, | thank you for your hospitality. Rest assured, | will repay the favor

one day."

Suddenly, Macon's smug expression disappeared. He spat, "Y-You're lying! | was there just this morning! They

were still locked up! Who freed them? They're being guarded by the Grahams' best fighters. Even if you

managed to find where | hid them, there's no way you could get past my guards! Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Matthew shrugged. "Then, why don't you go ahead and give Grahams' best fighters a call?"

His complacency worried Macon.

As a result, he hurriedly called one of the fighters in charge of guarding the hostages. That man was his trusted

aide that Macon had entrusted to guard Natalie and the others.

When the call was answered, the voice at the other end of the line was cold. "Master Rathbone! How do you do?"

Macon's face paled. He asked, "W-Who are you? How did you get his phone?" There was a rising panic in his

voice.

The voice at the other end chuckled coldly. "Why, Master Rathbone, I'm hurt. We met not too long ago. Have you

forgottenalready?"

Panic gripped Macon's heart as he blurted, "Ambrose?"

Indeed, the person he was talking to on the phone was Ambrose.

"I see you have a good memory, Master Rathbone!"

Macon questioned, "What are you doing there? This is between Matthew and me. It has nothing to do with

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Woodside. Why are you interfering?"

"Matthew saved my life once. If you want to get to him, you'll have to get through me. Master Rathbone, holding

old folks and children hostage isn't exactly something to be proud of, is it?"

Seething with rage, Macon shouted, "Shut up! When | wrap things up here, I'll pay you a visit! You'll be sorry

then!"

Ambrose laughed. "I'll be waiting!"

Macon hung up and called another group of people. These were the henchmen who were supposed to guard

Julian, Ed, and the others.

Suddenly, a phone chirped on the other side of the hall.

One of Prince's men fished out a phone and waved it cheerily at Macon. He said sarcastically, "Oh, Master

Rathbone. This is so embarrassing. | just cfrom burying a few folks. | have this weird habit of collecting

phones of the people | killed. How strange is it that you knew one of my victims? Ha."