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 | can't break it. What the hell!" shouted one of the thugs. Seeing
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could not be smashed, sof the thugs exclaimed in exasperation, "You see this machete of mine? Imported,
top-quality stuff, costhundreds, 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 cout, 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.
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They had lived for so many years, but they had never seen such a good-looking person in real life.
He was simply a tall, rich, and handsman who had walked out of a movie or television . They were full
of jealousy. "Well, 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 up to Matthew. "We don't ask for much, just choose whether
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Before he could finish. Matthew extended his baton and swung i forcefully, hitting the man on the head. The man
collapsed immediately, bleeding and groaning. "Ouch, my head! | can't see anything! Call a doctor quickly!" The
henchmen quickly snapped into action.
The person closest to him pounced forward and swung his iron fod at Matthew.
Matthew raised his baton and blocked the opponent's iron staff. Then, he raised his leg and kicked the vital part
of the opponent's lower body,
The man let out a blood-curdling scream, like a pig being sla***red, and was kicked several meters away. He
landed on 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. He raised his baton and swung it
down, hitting the knce of a thug who was too tired to react.
Crack!
The thug fell to the ground, clutching his knee and screaming. My knee, my knee is broken!"
In just three seconds, Matthew had crippled three people three times, shocking the thugs
However, they were experienced after all. They quickly formed an encirclement and rushed up in batches. "Kill
him
As soon as the thugs finished speaking, a kitchen knife flew over from behind the crowd and brushed past
Matthew's head.
Blood flowed down from the top of Matthew's head, dyeing his handsface half red.
He paused slightly and raised his hand to touch his face. Then, he looked at his blood-stained hand and smiled.
His bloodthirsty eyes looked even sharper and colder in the blood on his face.
"None of
of you can escape!" Mathew growled fiercely.
He let out a low laugh from his throat. Like an enraged beast, he raised the baton in his hand and rushed into the
crowd. morning.
It was past two i in the
Athena was suddenly woken up by the heat.
She was on the mountain, 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. After sthought, she sat up and turned on
the fan, preparing to continue sleeping
at that moment, her phone rang, producing a melodious music.
The phone would only make a sound when someone important called her at night. Otherwise, it would be
vibrating or
silent.
She picked up her phone and saw that it was a call from Matthew.
At this time, when most people are in the deepest part of their sleep, why would Matthew be calling her instead
of sleeping?
Could it be because he's so preoccupied with thoughts ofthat he can't sleep? Athena wondered.
The thought made Athena feel even warmer, her heart racing wildly, almost as if it were expanding and
contracting with every beat. Her face was so flushed it felt like it was steaming. Chapter 120
"Oh, what am | thinking? Maybe he's still working and wants to discuss sacademic issues with me? Athena
quickly thought to herself.
She covered her face with one hand and pressed the answer button with the other trembling She whispered,
"Hello!"
On the other end of the line, there was a low and indistinct panting.
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to disturb you so late at night."
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"Yes, | can hear you." Athena replied weakly
Matthew's voice carried a soft chuckle. "It's good that you can hear me. Miss Donovan, it's 2:18 AM. You should
get sgood sleep. | wont disturb you any longer?
Hearing him about to hang up. Athena suddenly snapped back to awareness and realized something. She
hurriedly asked. "Wait, are you sick? Is it serious?"
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