Chapter 68 Are you Throwing the Towel so Soon?
Matthew's mouth twitched slightly as he calmly said, "Sam, stop glaring at her. She's timid."
Both Sam and Mary fell silent.
A faint awkwardness gradually filled the car.
The car soon stopped at an abandoned warehouse.
Mary got out of the car and squinted her eyes. "Why are we here?"
Matthew replied, "Let's go inside."
Mary looked at the tightly closed door of the warehouse, her lips pursed.
Sam walked over, and the two bodyguards guarding the door greeted, "Mr. Wilson."
They opened the door as Sam waved his hand.
Sam turned to Matthew and said, "Mr. Montagu, the guy is inside."
Matthew asked, "Did he tell?"
Sam replied, "He said he wouldn't tell until you are here."
A faint chill appeared on Matthew's handsome and sharp face as he walked directly into the warehouse.
Mary thought for a moment and decided to follow.
She was already involved and had to know who was behind it to be prepared.
Dust filled the warehouse, and a person was tied up with hands bound and hanging from a beam.
With a wave of his hand, Sam had a bodyguard immediately pour a bucket of water directly over the person.
The person woke up abruptly, squinting as he looked around.
Upon seeing Matthew, his eyes widened slightly, and he said, "You're not dead."
Matthew replied, "I'm alive. People behind you must be very disappointed, aren't they?"
The man grinned, "You will die sooner or later. Debts must be repaid!"
Matthew turned to Sam, "I don't like his tone."
Sam nodded, walked over, picked up a steel pipe, weighed it in his hand, and then swung it forcefully, striking the man's thigh.
It was loud, and the man immediately screamed in pain.
Mary had never witnessed such a scene before and widened her eyes in shock.
"Scared?" Matthew's deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear.
She stared at him in a daze and asked, "Are you resorting to vigilante justice?"
Matthew gazed at her calmly and said, "He sabotages the brakes of my car and tries to take my life. Isn't it fair for me to use a little vigilante justice?"
Mary replied, "Fair enough."
Suddenly, she felt that a beating was too easy.
Sam continued to beat the man with a dozen strikes until the man's pants were soaked with blood.
"Who sent you?" Matthew demanded.
In agony, the man, with his features contorted, his voice trembling, said, "I... I won't tell, even if I die."
"Very impressive," Matthew praised. "Continue. Break his leg, then set it, and break it again."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Sam, holding the steel pipe, prepared to continue the beating.
Perhaps influenced by Matthew's words, the man, his face pale, pleaded, "Wait... I'll talk. If I tell you, will you let me go?"
Matthew chuckled, "I am just praising you, and now this?"
With a stern expression, Sam demanded, "Talk!"
The man swallowed hard and said, "It's a woman. I don't know who she is, but she promised me five million dollars and safe passage out of the country once the job was done."
Sam asked, "How did you contact each other?"
The man replied, "In-person, but different people came each time, wearing hats and masks. I couldn't remember them."
Sam turned to Matthew.
However, Matthew turned to Mary and said, "Wait for me in the car."
Mary replied, "Okay."
As she walked away, Matthew's expression darkened, and he instructed Sam, "Cut off one of his hands. I'll tell you where to send it ."
