Chapter 120 Ten minutes later.

The twenty or so thugs retreated, panting. They either slumped to the ground, braced their knees with their hands, or leaned against the railing of the bridge. They were so tired that they looked like old cattle that had plowed three acres of land in one go. They had no energy left to continue smacking. ***k, is this scar made of steel? My hands are numb from smashing it, but I can't break it. What the hell!" shouted one of the thugs. Seeing that the car cou

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could not be smashed, some of the thugs exclaimed in exasperation, "You see this machete of mine? Imported, top-quality stuff, cost me hundreds, and now the blade's got nicks in it. It's ruined," and "This car's got bulletproof glass, right? I've hit it with least t fifty times and still couldn't break it. This thing's solid" "Boss, something doesn't feel right! One of the henchmen, who had a bit of sense, spoke up. This SUV looks ordinary, but no matter how hard we hit it, it won't get damaged. It's definitely not just any regular vehicle. And the driver's so calm, hasn't even made a phone call. Whoever they are, they're probably not someone to mess with. Shouldn't we just cut our losses and leave?

"Leave my foot! The burly man with black bandages around his face smacked the henchman on the head. "We only got a 400-dollar deposit each. If we want the full payment, we've got to at least break one of his arms or legs. Do you want the money or not?" As long as they achieved their goal, everyone would get 4,000 dollars each.

One would be a fool to give up on a chance to beat up one person with over twenty people!

The others chimed in, "Just because the car is tough doesn't mean the driver is. If he doesn't come out, we'll just force him

With that, someone took out a bucket of gasoline from the grass, unscrewed the cap, and waved it at Matthew in the car. indicating for him to get out of the car quickly or he would splash the gasoline.

At this point, Matthew pressed the cigarette between his fingers on the driver's seat.

Then, he took off his tie, took off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. He picked up an arm-long baton from under the car seat, opened the car door, and stepped out calmly.

He took another another long stride.

The thugs thought to themselves, "What long legs, such shiny leather shoes, and the material and workmanship of his trousers are not bad. This guy must be rich."

They were going to be rich!

When Matthew got out of the car and stood in the circle of the streetlamps and headlights, the thugs were stunned.

was too f*****g

years, but they had never seen such a good-looking person in

look who finally decided to get out of the car, the rich linle young master!" The man with the black bandages spat on the ground and swaggered

the head. The man collapsed immediately, bleeding and groaning. "Ouch, my head! I can't see anything!

person closest to him pounced forward

staff. Then, he raised his leg and kicked the vital part of the opponent's lower

the ground and could not get up again, as if he had been knocked our cold. Matthew turned his body sideways and strode forward. With ease. he passed between the two thugs.

Crack!

ground, clutching his knee and

Matthew had crippled

They quickly formed an encirclement and rushed up in batches.

knife flew over from

down from the top of Matthew's head,

and raised his hand to touch his face. Then, he looked at his blood-stained hand and

sharper and colder in the

"None of

can escape!"

let out a low laugh from his throat. Like an enraged beast, he raised the baton in

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woken up by

and there were trees everywhere. The windows were open, and the night wind blew in. Logically speaking, she should not be sweating from the heat.

her phone rang, producing a

phone would only make a sound when someone important called her at night. Otherwise,

silent.

saw that it was a call

are in the deepest part of their sleep, why would Matthew be

be because he's so preoccupied with thoughts of me that he can't sleep?

feel even warmer, her heart racing wildly, almost as if it were expanding and contracting with every beat. Her face

am I thinking? Maybe he's still working and wants to discuss some

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