Louis roared like a wounded beast and lunged wildly at Matthew. His uninjured hand reached out to claw the latter's eyes.
Matthew's reflexes kicked in. He grabbed Louis' wrist and kicked his chest. Louis was sent flying backward, but Matthew held onto his wrist and yanked him down.
Louis crashed heavily onto the ground and screamed in pain, "Ah! It hurts!"
Matthew didn't give him a chance to recover. He pinned Louis' shoulder with his foot and twisted his arm with a brutal wrench.
There was a sickening crack as Louis' wrist twisted at a full 360 degrees, leaving it dangling limply. It was barely attached by torn skin and muscle as blood gushed out from the mangled joint.
He writhed on the floor and howled in agony. The sight was so brutal that it made everyone watching shudder.
Rachel gasped and covered her mouth, backing up until she hit the wall. She stopped there, her eyes widening in fear.
The three bodyguards looked on in shock. They looked at Matthew with a mix of terror and awe.
Sara was utterly stunned. She had expected Louis to beat Matthew senselessly. But instead, Louis was the one getting the beating. She had no idea how to handle the situation at that instant.
Louis was in agony. Clenching his teeth, he struggled to his feet and yelled at her, "Call 911, hurry! I can't take it. Ahh!" His words turned into screams.
She fumbled desperately for her phone. After a frantic search, she realized that she didn't have it. "I don't have my phone. I'd even called Hayden using yours."
Louis trembled, and sweat trickled from his forehead. "Then, get my phone from my pocket!"
Matthew watched as Sara reached for the phone. Suddenly, he said, "Did I say you could use the phone?"
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