The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel Chapter 945

Matthew's eyes burned with a killing intent as Timothy regarded him as a stepping stone. Who did Timothy think he was?

The atmosphere in the room turned tense, and Matthew's voice was chilling as he said, "You want to use me as a stepping stone? You chose the wrong person to mess with.

"You want to be a monster? Well, good luck—because I'm sending you six feet under!"

He strode toward Timothy, and his presence was overwhelmingly powerful.

"You think you can kill me?" Timothy sneered. "These security guards are all hardened criminals with blood on their hands.

"Since you won't kneel and apologize, you can die instead. Dean, take care of him!"

Dean swung his rubber baton through the air with a menacing whistle. "Don't worry, he's as good as dead!" he assured Timothy.

Just then, Matthew struck Dean with his Pulverizer Fist, causing Dean to stagger. The latter stared at Matthew in disbelief, seemingly shocked by the lightning-fast strike.

Dean tried to laugh it off and swing his baton again but only managed to make garbled sounds. Sudden, excruciating pain shot through his throat as he clutched at it desperately, trying and failing to draw breath.

The guards exchanged glances, drawing confidence from their numbers before surrounding Matthew.

Timothy's voice rose to a desperate pitch. "Hurry! Kill him! I'll give each of you 100 thousand dollars! Get him! He's just one man, so just beat him to death—!"

Before he could finish, a series of sickening cracks filled the air. The guards clutched their throats as they fell, writhing in agony on the floor as their faces turned ashen.

Timothy stared in horror at his dying men, his body trembling uncontrollably. He mumbled in fear, "How is this possible? How can anyone move that fast? How can anyone be this dangerous?"