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 this speed could kill anyone in either of the cars. And he didn't want to kill Matthew Huo, of all people.
After weighing his choices, he stepped hard on the brake and hoped that he had slowed down enough to avoid a huge collision. There was a loud bang and both cars stopped. His car had hit the engine of the other car.
By this time, the other cars had caught up with him, and had already surrounded his car in the middle of the road.
Sheffield didn't like how the situation had panned out. "Stay in the car. I'll deal with them," he said to Matthew. He opened the glove compartment and took out his scalpel. Handing it to Matthew, he said, "This is all I have. Use it for self-defense."
Casting a sidelong glance at the scalpel, Matthew said coldly, "Keep it yourself."
Sheffield put away his scalpel in both resignation and admiration. "Will you at least hide under the back seat?"
Matthew's face soured at his words. 'Does he think I'm a wuss? How useless does he think I am in a fight?'
And then there were bangs from all around them. The men had begun to hit the car with their clubs.
Sheffield cursed violently, "What the fuck, you bastards! Don't touch my car! One scratch on it and I'll chop your fucking hands off and soak them in formalin!"
He unbuckled his seat belt to get out.
He said to Matthew in a hurry, "Should anything happen to me tonight, tell Evelyn this for me—'You're the one who stands in the spot which is one centimeter from the junction of the middle lines of my left collarbone and my fifth rib.' Hope she figures that out!"
With his lips slightly twitching, Matthew replied, "Say it yourself."
'"You're the one who stands at the tip of my heart." Huh… This guy really is good at whispering sweet nothings.'
"Come on, man. It's just a small favor. How heartless are you?" With those words, Sheffield got out of the car.
Just as he had anticipated, there were about twenty people surrounding him. Since he was already experienced in these kind of situations, he wasn't really afraid.
He casually leaned against the car, took out his pack of cigarettes, and handed one to the man closest to him. "Want one?"
The men looked at each other in confusion. They didn't think that he would be so unaffected by their appearance.
One of them raised his club and shouted at him, "Ask the man in the car to get out!"
'The man in the car?' Sheffield looked up from the cigarette in his hand. 'They are not after me.' He lit the cigarette and asked calmly, "Do you know who is in the car?"
"Of course, we do! It's Carlos Huo's son!"
Sheffield nodded. "Correct. Aren't you afraid that Carlos would have your heads if you hurt his only son?"
The men in the group exchanged looks. They had all heard about how ruthless Carlos Huo was.
"Cut the small talk. Get rid of that guy first and then off Matthew Huo."
Under the dim streetlight, Sheffield looked up at the person who had given the order. He was thin and small, and was wearing a hat and a mask.
The men didn't waste any more time. They raised their weapons and charged at him.
Sheffield kicked the leading man with a violent force, and he, in turn, knocked down those behind him.
Meanwhile, a few other men bypassed Sheffield and started smashing the passenger seat window while yelling at Matthew, asking him to get out of the car.
With one hand on the hood of his car, Sheffield leapt into the air quickly. He rushed to the passenger side door and grunted angrily, "Hey assholes! I said don't touch my car! I don't have money to buy a new car right now."
He trailed his hand on the dents in the car and his heart ached. He had crashed the car on the head earlier 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."