She Stuns the World - Chapter 222: Chapter 222
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Ten minutes later.
The twenty or so thugs retreated, panting. They either slumped to the ground, braced their knees with their hands, or leaned against the railing of the bridge. They were so tired that they looked like old cattle that had plowed three acres of land in one go. They had no energy left to continue smacking.
"Fuck, is this car made of steel? My hands are numb from smashing it, but I can't break it. What the hell!" shouted one of the thugs.
Seeing that the car could not be smashed, some of the thugs exclaimed in exasperation, "You see this machete of mine? Imported, top-quality stuff, cost me hundreds, and now the blade's got nicks in it. It's ruined," and "This car's got bulletproof glass, right? I've hit it with an iron rod at least fifty times and still couldn't break it. This thing's solid!"
"Boss, something doesn't feel right!" One of the henchmen, who had a bit of sense, spoke up. "This SUV looks ordinary, but no matter how hard we hit it, it won't get damaged. It's definitely not just any regular vehicle. And the driver's so calm, hasn't even made a phone call. Whoever they are, they're probably not someone to mess with. Shouldn't we just cut our losses and leave?
"Leave my foot!" The burly man with black bandages around his face smacked the henchman on the head. "We only got a 400-dollar deposit each. If we want the full payment, we've got to at least break one of his arms or legs. Do you want the money or not?"
As long as they achieved their goal, everyone would get 4,000 dollars each.
One would be a fool to give up on a chance to beat up one person with over twenty people!
The others chimed in, "Just because the car is tough doesn't mean the driver is. If he doesn't come out, we'll just force him to."
With that, someone took out a bucket of gasoline from the grass, unscrewed the cap, and waved it at Matthew in the car, indicating for him to get out of the car quickly or he would splash the gasoline.
At this point, Matthew pressed the cigarette between his fingers on the driver's seat.
Then, he took off his tie, took off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. He picked up an arm-long baton from under the car seat, opened the car door, and stepped out calmly.
He took another long stride.
The thugs thought to themselves, "What long legs, such shiny leather shoes, and the material and workmanship of his trousers are not bad. This guy must be rich."
They were going to be rich!
When Matthew got out of the car and stood in the circle of the streetlamps and headlights, the thugs were stunned.
This man was too fucking handsome!
They had lived for so many years, but they had never seen such a good-looking person in real life.
He was simply a tall, rich, and handsome man who had walked out of a movie or television drama. They were full of jealousy.
"Well, look who finally decided to get out of the car, the rich little young master!" The man with the black bandages spat on the ground and swaggered up to Matthew. "We don't ask for much, just choose whether you want to keep a hand or a leg."
Before he could finish, Matthew extended his baton and swung it forcefully, hitting the man on the head. The man collapsed immediately, bleeding and groaning, "Ouch, my head! I can't see anything! Call a doctor quickly!"
The henchmen quickly snapped into action.
The person closest to him pounced forward and swung his iron rod at Matthew.
Matthew raised his baton and blocked the opponent's iron staff. Then, he raised his leg and kicked the vital part of the opponent's lower body.
The man let out a blood-curdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, and was kicked several meters away. He landed on the ground and could not get up again, as if he had been knocked out cold.
The twenty or so thugs retreated, panting. They either slumped to the ground, braced their knees with their hands, or leaned against the railing of the bridge. They were so tired that they looked like old cattle that had plowed three acres of land in one go. They had no energy left to continue smacking.
"Fuck, is this car made of steel? My hands are numb from smashing it, but I can't break it. What the hell!" shouted one of the thugs.
Seeing that the car could not be smashed, some of the thugs exclaimed in exasperation, "You see this machete of mine? Imported, top-quality stuff, cost me hundreds, and now the blade's got nicks in it. It's ruined," and "This car's got bulletproof glass, right? I've hit it with an iron rod at least fifty times and still couldn't break it. This thing's solid!"
"Boss, something doesn't feel right!" One of the henchmen, who had a bit of sense, spoke up. "This SUV looks ordinary, but no matter how hard we hit it, it won't get damaged. It's definitely not just any regular vehicle. And the driver's so calm, hasn't even made a phone call. Whoever they are, they're probably not someone to mess with. Shouldn't we just cut our losses and leave?
"Leave my foot!" The burly man with black bandages around his face smacked the henchman on the head. "We only got a 400-dollar deposit each. If we want the full payment, we've got to at least break one of his arms or legs. Do you want the money or not?"
As long as they achieved their goal, everyone would get 4,000 dollars each.
One would be a fool to give up on a chance to beat up one person with over twenty people!
The others chimed in, "Just because the car is tough doesn't mean the driver is. If he doesn't come out, we'll just force him to."
With that, someone took out a bucket of gasoline from the grass, unscrewed the cap, and waved it at Matthew in the car, indicating for him to get out of the car quickly or he would splash the gasoline.
At this point, Matthew pressed the cigarette between his fingers on the driver's seat.
Then, he took off his tie, took off his suit jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. He picked up an arm-long baton from under the car seat, opened the car door, and stepped out calmly.
He took another long stride.
The thugs thought to themselves, "What long legs, such shiny leather shoes, and the material and workmanship of his trousers are not bad. This guy must be rich."
They were going to be rich!
When Matthew got out of the car and stood in the circle of the streetlamps and headlights, the thugs were stunned.
This man was too fucking handsome!
They had lived for so many years, but they had never seen such a good-looking person in real life.
He was simply a tall, rich, and handsome man who had walked out of a movie or television drama. They were full of jealousy.
"Well, look who finally decided to get out of the car, the rich little young master!" The man with the black bandages spat on the ground and swaggered up to Matthew. "We don't ask for much, just choose whether you want to keep a hand or a leg."
Before he could finish, Matthew extended his baton and swung it forcefully, hitting the man on the head. The man collapsed immediately, bleeding and groaning, "Ouch, my head! I can't see anything! Call a doctor quickly!"
The henchmen quickly snapped into action.
The person closest to him pounced forward and swung his iron rod at Matthew.
Matthew raised his baton and blocked the opponent's iron staff. Then, he raised his leg and kicked the vital part of the opponent's lower body.
The man let out a blood-curdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, and was kicked several meters away. He landed on the ground and could not get up again, as if he had been knocked out cold.
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