The Debt of Blood

In Riverdale, at a construction site.

Matthew Parker looked somewhat disheveled, wearing a vest that exposed his sun-kissed, slightly tanned skin. And those sturdy muscles! On his shoulders, he carried four or five bags of cement.

This was his task for the morning, to move all of the cement bags from the truck at the construction site entrance to the designated location, for a payment of 400 dollars.

Beside him, a hot-figured woman with short hair was following closely, gesturing with her hands and explaining something tirelessly.

"Mr. Parker, please believe me, I'm not a swindler. You truly are the ace of our mysterious unit 'Night Guard.' You are the ultimate weapon of Night Guard. But three years ago, during that crucial mission, you disappeared. Now, it appears that you had suffered severe injuries from that mission and lost your memory. That's why you can't remember anything."

Carrying something close to 400 pounds, Matthew Parker seemed light-footed. He stopped and glanced at the woman, saying, "Don't delay my work, okay?"

The woman was right. Matthew only had memories from the past three years. He couldn't remember anything that happened before.

The mysterious woman froze, looking at Matthew moving cement. Her nose felt sour. This Matthew Parker, who once roared throughout the world and was known as the ultimate Killer of Night Guard, had fallen to doing labor on a construction site.

"Mr. Parker, as long as you come back with me, we will find a way to help you regain your memory. And you won't have to do manual labor at this place anymore. You'll have untold wealth..."

Matthew Parker couldn't be bothered with this woman. He resumed his steps once again.

The beautiful woman pursed her lips, gritted her teeth, and said, "Mr. Parker, think it over, I'll come find you tomorrow."

Ignoring the beautiful woman, Matthew moved the cement to the designated location and dumped it on the ground, raising countless dust clouds that settled on his body, making him even dirtier.

But he was already used to it. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and planned to continue walking towards the entrance.

Just then, not far away, a car stopped, and a middle-aged woman in bright attire stepped out and walked towards him.

Wearing a mask, she took each step cautiously, seemingly afraid of dirtying her black shoes.

"Mom!" Matthew’s face revealed a hint of nervousness as he quickly exclaimed.

This person was his mother-in-law, Isabella.

"Don't call me mom!" Isabella glared at the dirty man with disgust, then pulled out a document from her bag and said, "This is your divorce agreement with Elizabeth, sign it quickly."

Matthew's expression slightly changed as he questioned, "Why?"

In the beginning, when he lost his memory, it was Elizabeth's father, Isabella's husband Anthony Morgan, who had saved him. With Anthony Morgan's arrangement, he married Elizabeth. However, just three months after their marriage, Anthony Morgan passed away.

Over these past three years, Isabella and her daughter never regarded Matthew with even an ounce of respect.

Despite them not working and relying solely on Matthew's income from his job at the construction site to survive, they still had numerous complaints and considered him useless.

"Why? No need to wonder why. It's just that you can't provide the life that my daughter and I desire. Tell me, what do you have besides physical strength?" Isabella sneered.

Isabella continued, "Elizabeth's new boyfriend is an affluent second-generation. Did you see this bag? It cost 30,000 dollars, a gift from my new son-in-law. And today, he's planning to gift Elizabeth a BMW. And you? Dirty every day, barely making any money. We can't even afford a slightly expensive bag."