Chapter 1926

Elvin, the chauffeur, had said the same words to Matthew. Zeke didn't think much of it earlier, but he felt his skin crawl after hearing Matthew say it. He then glanced at the unconscious Elvin, lying in a pool of blood with all his limbs broken. Terrified, he instinctively swallowed and took a step back before saying in a shaky voice, "I'm the heavyweight champion in street fighting. How dare you challenge me with your measly weight? I can take you down in one hit—" With a bang, Matthew's bat came down hard on Zeke's knee, and the sound of bone snapping rang out loudly. Zeke was interrupted mid-sentence. He hit the ground and clutched his knees, screaming like he was stepping through broken glass shards. "Fuck!" he whimpered, his face and his neck muscles tensing up. The word lingered in the air, his voice trembling. Matthew swung the baseball bat again. With another swing, Zeke's other leg broke. Before he could make a sound, he passed out. Matthew frowned. "Playing dead, huh?