As soon as Isaac's words fell, the short bodyguard suddenly charged at Matthew with the sharp blade in his hand. His figure blurred into a shadow, moving so fast that it was dizzying.
Matthew picked up a nearby chair and swung it at him. With a sharp whooshing sound, the chair collided with the blurry figure.
Crack!
The chair shattered into pieces. The short bodyguard lost his balance and staggered as his face and head were badly deformed from the impact.
Fresh blood spurted from his wounds and quickly covered his entire body.
After taking his last breaths, he staggered forward a few more steps before collapsing to the ground. Then, he didn't move anymore.
Isaac's mouth was agape as he stared at the body in shock, unable to collect his thoughts.
Among his skilled men, this one was known for his speed and deadly precision, and he was ranked among the best.
Yet, he had been taken down in an instant by the swing of a chair.
Matthew slowly approached Isaac and said, "Now, it's your turn!"
Isaac knew he was no match for Matthew and retreated backward, but he maintained his arrogant tone. "Do you really dare to lay a hand on me? I'm warning you—if you so much as touch a hair on my head, I guarantee your entire family will die horribly."
Matthew had heard threats like these too many times before. He pulled the chair from behind him and muttered, "People who are about to die talk too much."
Petrified, Isaac retreated once more. "You… Do you really not know who I am? I'm from the Wood family. Think about all the powerful people with the surname Wood. I'm telling you—my identity is beyond your imagination. If you dare to touch me, you'll be—"
Crack!
The chair flew over.
"Ah!" Isaac screamed as he fell to the ground. His face was cut open, and blood was oozing out. Soon, half of his face was drenched in red.
Just then, Rachel's phone chimed with a new message. When she looked at Fred's reply, her face fell.
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