The Great Medical Saint (Matthew)

Chapter 848

Darius' legs trembled uncontrollably in terror. It all felt like a nightmare.

Allen had actually lost without even drawing his blade. His death was gruesome, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose. His face even twisted in agony.

As Matthew advanced step by step, Darius dropped to his knees with a thud.

He pleaded desperately, "Please don't kill me! I'm not an Eastorian. I'm on your side. I beg you, spare me!"

Matthew's expression remained cold and silent as he continued to advance toward Darius. He had often seen in dramas how victors lost their edge because they talked too much, giving their opponents the chance to turn the tables.

He believed that if someone died because they couldn't keep quiet, they deserved it. So, he reminded himself to keep silent when taking action.

Seeing Matthew's silence only deepened Darius' fear.

"I know I was wrong! I shouldn't have brought anyone here to find Uncle Tony. Please give me a chance. I don't want to die. I swear, if you let me live, I'll change for good!"

he kept slapping himself. His voice was choked with sobs

strike, Tony's voice suddenly rang out. "Wait... Don't

Tony a puzzled look. "But he brought people here

"I know, but he did say he would change. Maybe we should give him

him a chance is just digging your own grave. Are you trying to make your own death come

he prepared to

loud thud followed. Tony kneeled and pleaded, "Please don't

hurried forward. He had always respected Tony and couldn't bear to

pulled Tony up. "Please don't do this. You're older

waist, shouting at Darius,

and bolted, only to trip over a body by the doorway. He stumbled and crawled in his desperation to escape, looking more terrified than if he had seen a

looked at Tony. "Weren't you always set

three of them. I wanted revenge for him. But

brought Eastorians today to kill you? He was here