The Great Medical Saint

Before the two burly men could pick themselves up from the ground, Matthew stomped on their heads, killing them instantly.

Matthew rushed at the group, and the sounds of their throats snapping filled the air.

He weaved through the opponents like a phantom, then came to a halt once he passed through them. It just so happened that he appeared in front of Marilyn and Gunnar.

Marilyn freaked out and screamed. Taking a step back, she stared at Matthew in disbelief. "How did you..."noveldrama

She couldn't believe it. With all these people, how did Matthew end up right in front of her?

Marilyn had barely started her sentence, and Matthew didn't respond. Her eyes were glued to his back as her jaw fell. The fear in her eyes kept growing.

Behind Matthew, the thugs Marilyn brought along writhed on the ground as they held their throats. They kept digging at their throats like they were trying to pull the poison out, as if they had swallowed something lethal.

After a few seconds, they lost their strength to struggle and lay motionless on the ground.

Marilyn's face was filled with horror. Did they die? How were they taken out so quickly?

Gunnar saw what was happening too. When he locked eyes with Matthew, he backed away like he had seen a ghost.

Matthew closed in on them and coldly demanded, "I'm going to ask a few questions. You'd better tell me the truth. Where's the Red Wolves' hideout?"

Gunnar shook his head. "I don't know anything about the Red Wolves. This is my first time hearing about them."

Matthew's gaze was as sharp as a knife. "You have no idea, huh? Then you're dead."

Gunnar yelled in shock, "Y-You can't do this. My dad's with the Wildwater Marauders-"

Without waiting for Gunnar to finish his words, Matthew hurled his fist in a flash.

With a snap, Gunnar found his neck broken. As he held his throat, he thrashed around on the ground, unable to bear the agony.

Marilyn's face was drained of color as she trembled all over in fear. "H-How dare you kill Gunnar? Do you know who he is? He's the son of the Wildwater Marauders' leader. Now that you've killed him, the Wildwater Marauders will come after you. You're in hot water-"

Matthew interrupted. "Shut up! I'm asking you one more time-where are the Red Wolves hiding?"

Marilyn acted like she didn't hear Matthew as she stammered, "J-Just you wait. The Wildwater Marauders will stop at nothing to take your life. You're done for. You have no idea how massive the Wilderwater Marauders are in numbers. Are you even aware of how dangerous they are? They hold so much influence_"

A cold glint flickered in Matthew's eyes as he unleashed his Pulverizer Fist. Then, the sound of a larynx breaking rang out.

Marilyn dropped to her knees, her hands on her throat. She opened her mouth widely, gasping for air.

But all her efforts were futile. Blood spilled from her mouth, dripping off her chin and hitting the ground. In no time, Marilyn lost all her strength and collapsed on the ground, motionless.

Tony watched the scene unfold as tears welled up in his aging eyes. "She's better off dead. The last thing I want is a traitor in the Carling family."

In Tony's view, taking things from their own country and selling them to Eastoria was straight-up treason.

Matthew helped Tony make their way back. "We still haven't found Restorative Remedies yet. Let's hurry back and search for it."