Chapter 71

Suddenly, the door flew open with a loud bang. Upon hearing Rachel's scream, Matthew had barged into the room. When he saw her lying on the ground, his eyes instantly turned red with anger. Seeing Matthew storm in, Kyrie angrily shouted, "Get lost! How dare a mere driver ruin my fun? You must be tired of living—" Matthew slapped Kyrie across the face, abruptly stopping his shouts. The slap was so quick that Kyrie was caught off guard. When he came back to his senses, he spat out blood and teeth onto the ground. "You… you dared hit me? You're nothing but a lowly driver! You're asking for it." As he spoke, he took out a short knife from his waist. A Swiss Army knife? Matthew's pupils contracted as he coldly stared at Kyrie. As she got up from the ground, Rachel felt very frightened. She warned, "Matthew, he has a knife. You can't beat him. Let's go." With blood dripping from his mouth, Kyrie shouted with a crazed look, "No one's going anywhere. You fucking dared to lay your hand