Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 1927

Before the fighters could land any attacks, Matthew bellowed, "Voodoo, do you want to know how I saw

through your plan?"

Curiosity gnawed at Lord Voodoo's heart. He gazed at Matthew before waving his men down. "Trying to

buy some time? Sure, I have a few minutes to spare."

He gloated, "So, tell me, how did you see through my plan? It's been more than a decade in the

making. I have a lot of similar hideouts all over the nation just in case I needed to lay low. I knew

something like this would happen, so I exposed that hideout to Gregory and Macon. I knew they'd lead Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

my enemies to that hideout. Then, fake Voodoo would step in and get himself killed. Everyone would

be fooled and I would get away scot-free. Or at least, that was the plan. It was supposed to be infallible,

so how did you see through it?"

"Your fake Voodoo gave me all the clues I needed."

A frown creased Lord Voodoo's forehead. "Impossible. I hand-picked that man myself. He looked just

like me. I've trained him for many years so he could play the perfect stand-in. He was my get-out-of-jail-

free card. I even gave him half my soulbound, so everyone would think he was me. What's more, I

made sure the poison destroyed his face. You couldn't have known he wasn't me. You didn't even see

his face. You couldn't have."

Matthew looked around him, and he sneered. "Did you really think your plan was perfect? You missed

something important, Voodoo. Think long and hard about what it was that you missed."

Another frown furrowed Lord Voodoo's forehead After some thought, he said, "What did I miss? I've

trained my double for nearly twenty years. His only job was to get himself killed when the time was

right. I've practiced that plenty of times since I knew this day would come. If everyone thought I was

killed, nobody would come after me, and I could have lived on. Sure, another identity and all, but that

was a perfect plan. Infallible, and yet you claim that I missed something."

Matthew sneered. "You said it yourself. Spent many years training the bait, didn't you?"

Lord Voodoo nodded. "Yeah. What's with that? I've set the plan in motion seventeen long years ago.

Enough time to perfect my great escape. That should've been the infallible trick."

Once more, Matthew sneered. "Not if time is involved."

"What do you mean?" Lord Voodoo froze for a moment.

"You looked a lot younger than you are now back when you left Orleans, Voodoo."

Matthew noticed that the moment he saw the fake Voodoo's dismembered hand. It was at that moment

when he knew they had gotten the wrong Voodoo. One thing led to another, and now he was here,

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