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.

His face turned red, then blue, as he collapsed to his knees, clutching his neck. The scene looked eerily similar to someone choking themselves to death.

Timothy's eyes widened in horror as realization dawned. Vince had not committed suicide Matthew killed him.

Dean's body hit the floor, his legs

kicking wildly for a few moments et

before going still. Timothy screamed You killed that doctor too! You're actually killing

eople?"

"Cross me while trying to be a monster," Matthew said coldly, "and you'll be a dead monster."

He continued advancing toward Timothy, his knuckles white from clenching his fists.

"What are you waiting for?" Timothy shrieked at his remaining guards. "Kill him! Now! He's getting closer!"

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 flooras their faces turned ashen.

Timothy stared in horror at his dying men, his body trembling

uncontrollably. He mumbled in fear,

"How this possible? How can anyone move that fast? How can

anyone be this dangerous?