Chapter 142

Matthew's right fist slowly clenched, his veins bulging as a terrifying force seemed to gather within. With slow steps, he walked toward Noah. "Three million, huh? Can you withstand 300 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 15 men." As Noah laughed heartily, the burly men rushed in from outside while holding machetes, steel pipes, and even some flamboyant swords. They surrounded Matthew with murderous intent. A tattooed brute was the first to charge at Matthew, swinging the steel pipe in his hand while cursing, "With so many of us, do you fucking dare to fight us?" Noah suddenly spoke up, "Watch where you hit him. Don't damage his organs or the parts we need to sell." The tattooed man responded, "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 he