The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 835

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."

"I can take him out in

rang out. Matthew had unleashed his Pulverizer Fist on Tyrrell's throat, breaking Tyrrell's larynx as a

couldn't take a single breath. His face turned pale in no time, and he started thrashing around on the ground

the grave flickered, and the faint scent of burning wax filled

They were all frozen in place, like they'd been hit with

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

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

him. All of you, attack together. Kill him! It's six of you against him alone. No

figure darting forward.

neck

stopped in his tracks with six figures dropping to

did Darius end his sentence