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!"

slapping himself. His voice was choked

to strike, Tony's

"But he brought people

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

a chance is just digging your own grave. Are you

that, he prepared

kneeled and pleaded, "Please

respected Tony and couldn't bear to see him

and pulled Tony up. "Please don't do this. You're older than me. You shouldn't be kneeling

Matthew around the waist, shouting at

He stumbled and crawled in his desperation to escape, looking more terrified than if he had seen

at Tony. "Weren't you always set on

the three of them. I wanted revenge for him. But if Darius dies, my brother would probably hate me even from

"Do you even realize he brought Eastorians today to kill you?