Chapter 972 Thirty-two Stabs

Sheffield snickered. Understandably, Matthew still didn't think of him as a friend. But he wasn't about to give up. He said, "You and I will be buddies sooner or later, just as your sister will become my wife sooner than you think."

Matthew ignored him this time.

A few moments later, Sheffield added with a grin, "Since you're in my car now, be prepared to be killed." It was fortunate that Evelyn wasn't with them.

With his fingers still busy on his phone screen, Matthew snapped, "Why do you get yourself into so much trouble?"

Sheffield sighed. It was not like he was inviting trouble either. "Are your bodyguards around?"

"No. Don't you know kung fu?" What Matthew meant was, 'Since you're here, why do I need a bodyguard?'

Sheffield didn't know if he was moved or amused by Matthew's level of trust in him. He said, "There are four cars following us. Assuming that there are five people in a car, we have twenty people on our tail right now. How about we each handle ten? Sound fair?"

"This is not my business. You can take them all out yourself," Matthew refused in a cold tone.

Sheffield sighed. "Why the hell are these people after you anyway? Instead of being out in the street trying to kill people, they should be at their own homes, celebrating the Spring Festival. Such a waste of holidays, being out here, trying to kill the likes of you."

"Ouch," Sheffield scoffed. At the same time, the cars behind them picked up speed.

He warned Matthew, "Sit tight." He stepped on the gas and the car sped ahead like an arrow leaving the string.

Sheffield soon ditched the other cars. As he was about to enter the T-junction, a car rushed towards them from the right side. Sheffield immediately stepped on the brake to slow down.

He thought that the car would go straight past them, but he was wrong. Their cars were about to collide into each other, but the other car had no intention of slowing down.

By now, Sheffield figured that this car had something to do with the people who were following him.

He couldn't make a sudden turn at this point; there were chances that the car might turn over. But if he didn't do something, they would crash into the other car.

A collision at

ier too. If they continued to smash it, his car would be totally ruined.

Just as Sheffield sighed thinking about the repair costs, the men rushed towards him, brandishing their weapons. Sheffield grabbed the man in the front by his wrist and pulled him in. At the same time, he kicked the other man who was charging at him. While the first man was still confused as to what was going on, Sheffield pressed his lit cigarette on the back of his hand mercilessly. "Arrgh!" the man screamed. The cry sounded like that of a pig being slaughtered.

Sheffield scratched his ears. "Shut the hell up! What kind of fucking sound is that?"

The fight had officially begun. Sheffield Tang versus twenty goons. Luckily, the men were pretty weak. He could easily deal with several of them at the same time.

He seized his chance and jumped onto the hood of his car. He sat there lazily, took out his scalpel and pointed it at the group. "You know... I'm a doctor—a surgeon, and a good one at that. I'll fucking stab you all, thirty-two times, one by one. And mind you, I can make it all look like minor injuries."

Some of the men were intimidated and moved a step backward.

"Did you hear the news about the person who was stabbed thirty-two times? The court judged that they were only minor injuries. The man who did that was my apprentice." He smirked at the shocked men. "Are you sure you want to continue this fight? I'll be more than happy to show you how my apprentice did it."