Chapter 201
“Hey, kid,” shouted the man with the red rose tattoo on his neck, “We have nothing to do with you. Please leave this place. We only have business with this beautiful lady. She needs to follow us now...”
“What my older brother said is true. Get lost! You don't need to prove your strength because I can break your little legs with just one move.”
“Run before I disfigure your pretty face, man!”
“Yes, yes... Quick, get out of our way before I change my mind, or you'll become disabled for the rest of your life!”
Mattew clenched his fists tightly as he listened to the insults. It was the first time he had faced such shameless people. His calm demeanor suddenly changed, as if all his blood was boiling, rushing under the skin of his face.
There is only one choice for these humble people: they will no longer be able to use their legs!
Lilian approached Matthew. In a low voice, she suggested: "Matthew, are you sure you can fight the three of them? If you can't fight now, let's run. My running speed is very fast. However, Matthew ignored her.
“I allowed you to leave, but it seems you have chosen to be sent straight to hell. Okay... Fine... Fine... I'll grant your request...” said Matthew with a sarcastic smile.
Matthew couldn't believe that those despicable gangsters dared to challenge him. There was no reason to prolong this; he needed to end it quickly. He pulled the sleeves of his white shirt up to his elbows, revealing his pale, muscular arms.
He looked over his shoulder: “Lilian, stay back!” His cold expression surprised Lilian.
“Hmm... be careful,” said Lilian. She had never seen Matthew so angry. However, she had one major concern: Matthew would get hurt, and she still doubted that he knew martial arts.
“Stop talking! Come here. I'm going to break your little hands!” shouted the man with the red rose tattoo, followed by the laughter of his two friends.
Lilian, who was watching the three people and Matthew exchanging words, grew impatient. She wanted to silence them with her slippers because of the insults they had hurled at Matthew, but she couldn't. Matthew warned her not to do anything but wait behind, suppressing her anger.
“Don't ask for forgiveness later because I won't grant it...” Matthew laughed.
He moved quickly toward the man with a red rose tattooed on his neck. With a flying kick that hit his chest, the big man was thrown back several meters and fell with his buttocks against the stone path.
“AAAAARGH...” A cry of pain echoed through the air as the man with the red rose tattoo fell to the ground, clutching his chest. He had never felt such indescribable pain before, as if someone had broken his ribs. Before he could say anything, fresh blood spurted from his mouth.
“Cough...” His bloodshot eyes stared at Matthew angrily. He shouted, “F-fuck you... how dare you...” The man couldn't continue speaking as more blood spurted from his mouth.
The two men standing next to the man with the red rose tattoo were shocked to see their brother lying on the ground, unable to lift his head.
Feeling irritated by the situation, the two thugs looked at Matthew, who was standing a meter away. He looked calm, with a sinister smile, staring at them.
“You bastard, I'll kill you!” they both shouted. When they tried to attack Matthew, they saw him moving so fast that their eyes couldn't keep up. They were shocked.
Matthew delivered a powerful kick toward his target's knee with his right foot.
Another loud crack sounded, like the sound of bones being broken, followed by a roar of pain.
“AARGH!!” The man was now lying on the ground, unable to move his legs.
The last person panicked; he drew his dagger and stabbed Matthew in the back while Matthew was busy kicking his friends.
However, before the man's sharp dagger touched Matthew's skin, Matthew turned as if he knew of the danger that was pursuing him. He pushed the man's hand away with a quick movement, strong enough to send the dagger flying a few feet away from them.
Matthew delivered a quick and powerful punch to the man's face.
His groan echoed through the air as he staggered back several steps. He felt intense pain in his face, and his hands instinctively went to the spot where Matthew's fist had struck him. “Y-You bastard... How dare you—” The man's voice trailed off as he tasted something metallic in his mouth, like the taste of fresh blood.
“Cough...” He spat blood and was shocked when three of his teeth fell to the ground.
The man's suffering was not over when Matthew's powerful kick hit his knee. The sound of his knee buckling made him fall to the ground as he howled in pain, once again disturbing the silence of the place.
Three pairs of eyes stared at Matthew in horror. They never imagined that this pale-faced man was a martial artist. With his quick and vigorous movements, he could defeat everyone in a very short time.
Their minds were now filled with countless questions: Who is he? Why is he so strong? Is this man the head of Lilian Arbex's bodyguard squad?
...
It wasn't just the three gangsters who were shocked to see Matthew, but Lilian as well. She was surprised to learn that Matthew really knew how to fight. Not only did he know the moves, but he also had power.
“Since when does he know how to fight?” Lilian wondered, narrowing her eyes at Matthew's back, standing a few feet away from her.
She saw him trying to continue torturing three miserable gangsters.
However, Lilian's heart raced when she heard Matthew scream.
“Are you okay, boss?” Matthew asked without looking at her, his eyes still fixed on the three pathetic men lying on the ground in miserable condition.
“I'm fine...” Lilian replied hastily.
“Do you want to know who sent them?”
“Yes, please.” Lilian could already guess who had sent those people, but she wanted to make sure her guess was correct.
“All right, I'll ask them quickly,” said Matthew as he approached the man with a red rose tattooed on his neck.
Lilian remained where she was. She watched Matthew torture them to find out who had sent them.
However, a few minutes later, Matthew had tortured them, but none of them said anything. Lilian was confused as to why these people were hiding the identity of their employers like that. They preferred to be tortured rather than talk.