A young man with bloodied clothes could be seen drinking a whitish liquid from a diamond-shaped vial. He sat in a furnished home that screamed wealth, and three men who looked to be the same age as him surrounded him with angry and confused looks on their faces.
"Boss, who did this to you?! , I swear I'm going to—"
"Shut it," Matthew ordered coldly. "None of you could do anything if you were given the chance, so just shut up and call the patriarch."
The others who wanted to say something closed their mouths and quietly stood behind Matthew's chair.
'Good thing he didn't come after me; I'm not sure I would've survived.'
Matthew's expression turned grim, and his body unnoticeably shuddered as he recalled the disfigured face that continually punched him with emotionless eyes.
'He has to go...there's no other way.'
A tall, muscular man with blonde hair hurriedly rushed over with a smooth, palm-sized crystal with faint glowing veins in his hands and handed it over to him.
