Several more slaps resounded through the air. Matthew slapped Florian dozens of times consecutively.
Florian was beaten up so badly that blood flowed from his lips and his nose. His vision turned black. He wanted to prop himself up with a chair, but he fell to the floor with a thud.
After a long while, he began climbing back up. He wiped the blood off his face, looking at Matthew. "Do you… do you really not care about what happens to you next?"
Matthew delivered a powerful kick squarely on Florian's face.
Florian covered his face, writhing on the floor in pain before standing back up with much difficulty. "Just… just you wait. I'll never forgive you. I'll call someone, and they'll wreak havoc on you!"
Matthew bent over and picked up a stool, walking toward him. "Alright. Go to hell!"
Florian backed away quickly, retreating into a corner. Matthew kept on advancing, exuding a deadly air. That was when Florian realized that Matthew was serious about killing him.
He shivered in fright and threw himself on the floor. "Don't kill me, please. I was wrong."
"So you know you're wrong?" Matthew said coldly. "You're just a fucking admin. How dare you stop me from going into my own office? I should just let you die!"
Florian slammed his head against the floor as a sign of his repentance. "I was wrong. I shouldn't have stopped you. This is how sincere I am. Please, don't kill me. I'll never do it again. Please, have mercy on me!"
Matthew's pupils constricted. He held up the stool and rammed it down on Florian.
With a crack, the stool broke apart. Florian was struck down. He howled in pain. "Oh! It hurts… my arm! Please, don't kill me. I'll make you the entry pass right now!"
Matthew was still holding the broken stool in his hands. "Hurry up! I'm an impatient man."
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