Chapter 1144

Grim Reaper

Despite facing the Leighs at their worst, Matthew still looked as impassive as ever.

He swept his gaze across the crowd and fixated them on Old Master Leigh.

“I’ve heard that…” His cold voice rang out, catching the crowd’s attention. “…you wanted blood for blood
from me. So, tell me. What are you going to do to me now that I’m standing here?”

At that moment, Old Master Leigh was so angered by the disrespect that he could only let out a laugh
before he hissed, “B*stard. Oh, you are good, alright. But you are not the best. Do you really think that
the Ten Greatest Families are going to sit back and let you do as you please? I have been expecting
you, Matthew. And as a welcome gift from the Leighs to you, I have hired 3 highly trained professionals
from Eastshire for you to have fun with.” He then emphasized, “Don’t even think about leaving here
alive.”

As he spoke, 3 figures started to make their way toward Matthew.

One of them was a muscular middle-aged man; the other was an old man who held a pouch for his
tobacco pipe; the last one was an ordinary-looking woman.

Even though their looks did not stand out, the people from the Leigh Family treated them respectfully.

Even Old Master Leigh had stood up from his chair to bow to them as he let them take the stage. “Dear
guests, this is Matthew––whom I have told you about. I will leave him to your expertise then.”

The musclehead was the first to give a reply. “Enough words, old man!” he said with a wave. “I, Brock
Brown, have much to repay the Leighs. I’ll be done with doing you a favor after I kill this piece of sh*t
named Matthew. You better stop making trouble for us after this!”





Instead of feeling embarrassed, Old Man Leigh only respectfully bowed as a gleeful smile appeared on
his face.

At that instant, Tiger, who had been standing alongside Matthew, immediately turned to stone.

“Y-You’re Brock Brown?” he stammered.

The muscular man threw him a side glance upon hearing the question. “Ya’ know me?”

Tiger’s face only further dropped at Brock’s reply. “If you are Brock Brown, then—” He frightfully turned to
look at the old man with the pipe pouch. “C-Could he be Grim Reaper Somy Fall?”

Pleased that Tiger had recognized them, Brock sneered and boasted, “Good thing you are not as dumb
as you look.”

With his face as dark as coal now, Tiger inconspicuously tugged on Matthew’s shirt and mumbled,
“Matthew, should we… just leave? These 3 are kind of… difficult to deal with.”

“What do you mean?” Matthew asked with a confused expression.

“The old dude, Grim Reaper Somy Fall, was one of the Top Ten Fighters of Eastshire. Even Master
Newman approves of him. He said that the Grim Reaper’s skills are one-of-a-kind.” His eyes then moved
to the woman among the trio. “That woman is his daughter. And that musclehead,” he said as he peeked
at Brock. “He is the Reaper’s student. They all are tough opponents. This might not end well if we fight
them head-on…” His already-small voice began to trail off before even finishing his sentence.

Matthew frowned deeply after hearing Tiger’s explanation. He never would have thought that the Leighs
would hire professionals like them to fight against him.



The Leighs must have spread the word that they wanted to kill him because they knew that Matthew
would naturally fall for their trap by barging his way into the Leigh Residence. Like predators, they had all
along planned to pounce at Matthew after he had voluntarily entered their playground.

The woman, who had been silent all this while, suddenly raised her voice in annoyance. “You think you
can leave just because you want to? Also, you dare come to the Leigh Residence after cutting off Master
Leigh’s ears? Do you really think that you are above the law? Tell you what, why don’t you start by
getting on your knees, and then beg for the Leighs’ forgiveness? If you do that, I’ll let you off with both of
your arms still intact. Don’t make me do this myself. I promise you, you will be dead if you make me
move from this spot.”

Matthew’s eyebrows creased deeper at her words. What a grumpy lady, he thought.

Instead of replying, he posed her another question. “Are you sure you want to stick your nose into this?
This is between me and the Leighs, you know.”

Hearing that, the woman immediately erupted as she glowered. “Did I not make myself clear? I said to
kneel, beg, and mutilate yourself. Did I say you could talk sh*t? Alright, nevermind. I have changed my
mind. I’ll take an eye from you too. That will be your punishment for spouting nonsense.”

Her face had a proud glow to it as she spoke.

After listening to her preach, Matthew could somewhat guess what the woman had thought of him––he
was probably already a dead man to her.

Matthew’s face turned cold as he looked at the woman, and he promptly thought of two simple words
that would describe her perfectly. Crazy b*tch.










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