Horace could squash Sebastian like a bug with a single finger. Thetter was overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness.


    Sebastian was holding on through sheer anger. It was a reckless thirst for


    revenge, even going as far as murder. Like a deted balloon, he waspletely drained.


    With a ng, the scabbard in his hand dropped to the floor as he plunged into despair.


    After intimidating Sebastian, Das felt a surge of confidence and looked over at Matthew. "And you. Scram! When Horace gets here, you''ll regret it."


    Regret it? With a sh, Matthew drew the Apex de and stabbed it into Das'' other arm. Then, he abruptly yanked it out, sttering blood everywhere.


    Das'' jaw dropped in astonishment. It was over before he could even feel the pain.


    "Aren''t you afraid of Horace?" He was utterly baffled. He had already yed his trump card and mentioned Horace''s name. Why would Matthew still dare to hurt him?


    Sebastian snapped out of it, gaping at Matthew in shock. His jaw dropped for a long time. Horace was a fearsome figure and a general, but Matthew didn''t care about his status and struck without hesitation.


    Faced with Das'' question, Matthew sported a cold look. His voice was filled with a palpable murderous intent.


    "Do you fear the de I''m holding?"


    Das fixed his gaze on the de Matthew was wielding. The de was angeled toward the ground with blood dripping steadily from it. Every drop of it came from his body.


    The sight sent chills down his spine. He had already taken two hits and was genuinely terrified Matthew might strike again. Overwhelmed by fear, Das stumbled two steps backward.


    Matthew swung the Apex de around and coldly remarked, "The de is right by your throat, white


    Horace is still so far away.


    You


    imed that he is your rtive, but I don''t believe you."


    With that, the Apex de pierced into Das'' right leg before it was being slowly pulled out.


    Das howled in pain. The sound alone was enough to make anyone feel his suffering. He stagged back a few steps before copsing on a chair.


    "Y-you think I''m bluffing, huh? I''ll call him right now. I can get him over here right away."


    Getting Horace on the phone? Matthew nodded. "You''d better make it quick. Otherwise, the next sh is going to take your life."


    A hint of madness flickered in Matthew''s eyes as he clenched the Apex de tightly. The de shook ever so slightly, and it shone with an icy glow. The murderous intent surged within him as if it was about to burst out of his body.


    Matthew had been hunted down so many times, and the moment finally arrived. At longst, he was about to face off with the mastermind behind it all.


    With wounds in his arms, Das shakily pulled out his phone and dialed Horace''s number. "I''m Das, Uncle Horace. I''m in trouble."


    An old, angry voice came through the phone. "Why did you call? I told you only to call when your life is in danger. Don''t dial this number again. Hang up now."


    Das was startled. "N-no. Don''t hang up. Someone''s trying to kill me."


    The person on the other end paused. It went silent for a moment before he nonchntly said, "Who wants to kill you? Hand him the phone."