Chapter 147 Cecil's Greed

After a night's rest, Matthew emerged the next day dressed in a sharp black suit. The perfectly pressed tie complemented his distinguished and suave appearance. Even with sunglasses on, his striking features couldn't be concealed. As he stepped out of the hotel, he stood out conspicuously among the crowd. Passersby couldn't help but notice him, their gazes drawn to his extraordinary presence. In the Triangle District, a place bustling with people from around the world, it was rare to see a guy with such an impressive demeanor. Inside a dimly lit living room, Cecil sat by the window, showing signs of weariness. The table before him was cracked, and two grim-faced men in black stood by his side, exuding an aura of menace. That bastard Matthew had really done a number on him. None of his men had come back alive. The extent of the loss was immeasurable. If Cecil hadn't been so cautious, he might have already sent someone over to deal with Matthew himself. Just then, someone pushed