The Great Medical Saint

Matthew fixed his cold gaze on Darius and pulled out his phone to dial Ansel's number. "I'm sending you my location. Get someone to take care of the bodies."

He had set his mind on taking out these people, so he asked Ansel to take care of the scene afterward.

Getting rid of bodies?

When Darius heard Matthew talk about cleaning up bodies, he was stunned for a second before he burst out laughing. "At least you're aware you can't win, you punk. You even got someone to collect your body. I've never seen someone so thoughtful."

Matthew didn't say a word and just sent his location to Ansel. Then, he slipped his phone into his pocket and looked at Tyrrell.

The first blood Matthew was going to draw tonight would be Tyrrell's.

Seeing Matthew stay silent, Darius called out to Tyrrell, "Just get rid of him. I can't leave any witnesses alive when I'm abducting someone. Do it quickly."

Tyrrell confidently nodded. "I can take him out in one move—"

Before Tyrrell could finish his sentence, the sound of bone snapping rang out. Matthew had unleashed his Pulverizer Fist on Tyrrell's throat, breaking Tyrrell's larynx as a result.noveldrama

Tyrrell held his neck and gasped for air. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a single breath. His face turned pale in no time, and he started thrashing around on the ground in panic. After a while, he lost all his strength and collapsed.

The night breeze was gentle. The candles in front of the grave flickered, and the faint scent of burning wax filled the air.

Everyone in the scene was stunned. They were all frozen in place, like they'd been hit with a spell.

In particular, Darius couldn't believe what he was seeing. He fixed his eyes on Matthew, overwhelmed with shock.

Tyrrell was a skilled martial arts fighter. He could knock someone out with a single kick even if he wasn't wearing any shoes. With his leather shoes on, one kick was enough for him to end his opponent. However, he didn't even have the chance to strike before he died.

Darius quickly recollected himself and shouted to the rest of his fighters, "Get him. All of you, attack together. Kill him! It's six of you against him alone. No matter how strong he is, he can't fight all of you—"

The moment Darius started talking, Matthew unleashed a tremendous power in his legs, sending his figure darting forward. His figure seemed to have turned into a shadow, clashing with a burly man on his left.

A loud crack sounded as the burly man's neck broke, then followed by five similar bone-snapping noises.

Matthew stopped in his tracks with six figures dropping to the ground.

Only then did Darius end his sentence with, "He's dead for sure!"

The moment Darius finished his sentence, he looked down at the six people clutching their necks while writhing in agony. He was utterly dumbfounded.

Darius had brought in the best fighters, but they all went down so quickly. Were the people he brought just too weak, or was Matthew just too powerful?

A chill wind swept through Darius. As he shivered, he came back to his senses and noticed Matthew coming his way. Terrified, he started backing up. "Stay away from me."

Matthew coldly remarked, "It's your turn now."

Darius grabbed Karina to pull her back, muttering over and over, "Stop coming closer. You've screwed up. These people were the skilled fighters trained by the Fields family. Killing them means making an enemy out of the Fields family. They'll stop at nothing to take revenge."

Matthew suddenly hastened his pace and charged at Darius. "You're about to die, and you're still running your mouth."