Matthew’s right fist clenched slowly, his veins bulging as a terrifying force seemed to gather within. With slow steps, he walked toward Noah. “Three million, huh? Can you withstand three hundred punches? Because I want to beat you to death!”
Noah’s eyes widened in surprise. “You want to fight me? Well, you didn’t wet your pants, so I’ll give you that. Alright, let’s see if you can take on my fifteen men.”
As Noah laughed heartily, burly men rushed in from outside, wielding machetes, steel pipes, and even some flamboyant swords. They surrounded Matthew with murderous intent.
A tattooed brute charged at Matthew first, swinging his steel pipe and cursing, “With so many of us, do you fucking dare to fight us?”
Noah suddenly spoke, “Watch where you hit him. Don’t damage his organs or the parts we need to sell.”
The tattooed man replied, “Got it. I’ll make sure he’s still good to sell after I’m done.” With that, he furiously swung the steel pipe at Matthew’s head.
But before the pipe could fall, Matthew dashed forward in a swift movement, charging at his opponent with his shockingly powerful right fist. His punch landed on the brute’s chest. A deafening sound echoed, and the tattooed man was sent flying, his body crashing to the ground. The steel pipe clattered to a stop at Matthew’s feet.
The room fell silent. Everyone stared in horror at the tattooed brute lying on the ground. His chest was caved in, part of his ribs protruding through his skin. Fresh blood rapidly soaked through his clothes, forming a pool on the floor. His legs then began twitching uncontrollably. Blood gushed from his mouth as his lips moved like a fish ashore, gasping for air. He looked beyond saving.
Seeing this, Noah trembled, then quickly recomposed himself and shouted, “Fucking attack him all at once! Do you want to die one by one? Use your brains! Hurry up and get him!”
At his command, the remaining men charged at Matthew.
Seeing the ambush, Matthew stepped on the steel pipe, rolling it back with his foot before flicking it forward to catch it in his hand. Two men raised their machetes, swinging them at his head. The steel pipe in Matthew’s hand blurred as he struck. The sickening sounds of multiple bones snapping followed. The two men’s arms drooped limply, their blades falling to the ground.
The remaining men hesitated, watching their colleagues fall, giving Matthew the chance to leap forward. He swung the steel pipe, hitting four more henchmen. Blood gushed from their heads as they fell. The others backed away in terror, their eyes wide with fear as they looked at Matthew, who had already moved toward the two men retreating into a corner.
Scared witless, they pressed themselves against the wall, pointing their weapons at Matthew. “Stay back! I have a knife. Don’t come any closer!”
As Matthew approached, the two men were scared silly, as if they saw death itself approaching. With a cold face, Matthew walked up to them, and the steel pipe in his hand lashed out. The two burly men clutched their heads and collapsed, struggling for a while before lying motionless.
Just then, Noah took out a gun and pointed it at Matthew. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot. No matter how well you can fight, you can’t beat a gun. Do you think you’re such a tough guy because you can fight? To me, you’re nothing! I am—”
Before he could finish, Matthew hurled the steel pipe at him. Frightened, Noah quickly dodged the weapon. A bright light flashed from the corner of his eye, and he subconsciously raised his gun, aiming it at Matthew. But as he did, he realized his gun was gone, and so was his hand.