Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3187 Overpowered

"You think you're funny, huh?" Cyrus looked at his sword, which was made of top-quality millennium cold iron. He felt a chilling sensation without even touching the blade. Then, he glanced at the rocket launcher made of ordinary steel Shawn held before surveying his surroundings.

A few people stood atop the SUVs that surrounded his group, either holding a rocket launcher or a Gatling gun.

Members of the Gloam Wing were crouching on the ground with their hands behind their heads, looking distressed.

"Didn't you ask us to fight you? You can choose someone else if you don't want to fight me." Shawn gestured at his men with the rocket launcher, signaling Cyrus to choose an opponent. Cyrus winced. He scanned the surroundings, and his eyes lit up when he found the target.

Instead of carrying a weapon, a frail young man sat on the convertible SUV.

"You! The man sitting there! You're getting on my nerves!"

The young man hesitated for a moment before pointing at himself in disbelief.

"Yes, you! Stop stalling and fight me!"

The young man nodded and rose to his feet. He took out a bandolier that held pockets full of grenades and wore it over his body before jumping out of the car.

Cyrus looked at the man's shoulder belt, sweat beading on his forehead, wondering if he had killed Helen earlier.

Matthew was rumored to be kind and polite, but now he seemed to want Cyrus dead.

"Hey! What are you doing? I'm not talking to you!"

Cyrus looked away for a new target. He found a short young man who was holding a dagger. He should be easy to deal with.

"You, the shorty there! Yes. I'm talking to you. Come here and fight me. Right, you! Don't pretend you didn't hear me!"

His second target was only five feet

tall. His words enraged the young man. Without hesitation, they man jumped out of the

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Just as Cyrus was about to draw his sword, his gaze was drawn to a bottle hanging around his opponent's waist. The bottle emitted a faint light in the night. Cyrus was certain he saw a symbol. It was the radioactive sign. His eyes widened at the sight. A shocking thought flashed across his mind, causing him to stumble backward.

He scanned the increasingly hostile crowd, and a determined look appeared as he planted his sword into the ground.

A look of sorrow replaced the determination on his face. Putting his hand behind his head, he crouched down.

His request echoed in the air. "Anywhere else is fine as long as you don't hit my face."

Shawn looked at the other Gloam Wing members who had succumbed to their fate. A wicked smile appeared on his face.

He handed the phone to the frail young man to record a video before waving a hand at his man to strike.

Dozens of burly men instantly charged toward Cyrus' group like predators.

They threw punches and kicks at the other men. Some even pulled vicious techniques on the Gloam Wings.

"D*mn! I asked you not to hit my

face! That doesn't mean you can hit below too! You'll have your retribution if

retribution if you hit me down there!" Cyrus' screams of pain echoed

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along the men's excited voices.

Shawn enjoyed the show while nibbling on a juicy apple in his vehicle. "Hit his balls! Right! Kick him! Squeeze them! Yeah! Pull it! Slap his balls! Change your target after you hit him one hundred

times!"

His shameless instructions left the elites of Ebony Eagles, who had been through various hardships, rolling in pain.

Throughout their career, they had been through various torments during their missions.

Yet, being ruthlessly beaten in their vulnerable spots by a group of burly men was a first for them.

They would likely remember such a brand-new experience and dare not to forget them for decades.