Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1929

Lord Voodoo froze as he stared at Matthew with widened eyes. "What do you mean?"

It soon dawned on him that something wasn't quite right with the situation and he quickly yelled, "Why are you guys just standing there? Hurry up and take him down!"

The men on both sides immediately started coming forward, but to their surprise, the ones in front crumpled to the ground with all their strength drained out of them. They struggled a few times but couldn't get back on their feet.

Those behind them didn't fall, but their bodies also went limp. They had to clutch the wall to keep themselves upright.

Lord Voodoo's expression changed as he exclaimed, "What did you do, Larson?"

Matthew smirked and held up the bottle in his hand. "I poisoned them, of course! Aren't you supposed to be the expert in curses and poison? Can't you tell what I did?"

Lord Voodoo's expression contorted as he stared at the bottle in Matthew's hand. "W-What poison did you use? Why didn't I notice anything?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not poison," Matthew drawled. "It's a type of medicine in gaseous form. It has no taste or smell, so an ordinary person wouldn't be able to detect it. It's also not poisonous, so even though those from the voodoo clan can detect all forms of poison, they won't be able to detect this poisonless substance."

"That's bullsh*t!" Lord Voodoo growled. "Why would they end up like this if it wasn't poisonous? Why did they fall down?"

Matthew chuckled. "This medicine isn't poisonous to other people, but that doesn't apply to all of you. This is a medicine that's used to expel cursed bugs. I prepared this specifically to use against those from the voodoo clan!"

Lord Voodoo frowned. "Something that expels cursed bugs? We've already dealt with the cursed bugs on us so there isn't any left. What's there for you to expel?"

"Although none of you have cursed bugs on you right now, you've been raising and training cursed bugs for so many years now, so naturally, cursed bugs have become part of your bodies too," Matthew remarked. "That's why this medicine is poisonous to you! However, since you don't have any cursed bugs on you, you'd need to inhale quite a bit of the medicine for it to take effect. Did you really think I spent all that time talking to you because I was waiting for backup? Hah! I released the gas right from the start and proceeded to drag things out so that all of you would inhale as much of it as possible!"

At last, Lord Voodoo realized what happened. He had a nasty expression as he glanced at his men who were all slumped on the ground.

Just moments ago, he thought that he had victory in the bag, and thus, he didn't think Matthew would pose a threat to him. He even carried on the conversation with Matthew on purpose.

He assumed that it didn't matter how long Matthew delayed the inevitable as no one would be able to find them here.

However, he never thought that his carelessness would lead to this sticky situation.

He clenched his jaw and snarled, "What a treacherous fellow you are, Larson! But do you think that little bit of trickery is enough to defeat me? Do you think these are all the men I have? Hah! This is my hideout! What makes you think I wouldn't ensure that it was thoroughly guarded?"

Then, he whipped his walkie-talkie out and roared, "Come in, every one of you! Kill him!"

Matthew's expression hardened. He turned and saw over a dozen men running in from the corridor on both sides.

These men were about as strong as the ones earlier.

From what he could tell, these men were probably the ones that Lord Voodoo had arranged to stand guard outside.

One of them had caught Edmund, and as the others came storming in, he tossed Edmund aside and charged menacingly toward Matthew.