The Great Medical Saint (Matthew) novel 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."

Tyrrell confidently nodded. "I can take him out in one move—"

Before Tyrrell could finish his sentence, the sound of bone snapping rang out. Matthew had unleashed his Pulverizer Fist on Tyrrell's throat, breaking Tyrrell's larynx as a result.

Tyrrell held his neck and gasped for air. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take a single breath. His face turned pale in no time, and he started thrashing around on the ground in panic. After a while, he lost all his strength and collapsed.

The night breeze was gentle. The candles in front of the grave flickered, and the faint scent of burning wax filled the air.

Everyone in the scene was stunned. They were all frozen in place, like they'd been hit with a spell.