Luring Horace over? Das looked utterly shocked as if he''d seen a ghost in broad daylight. It was Horace they were talking about the general whomanded thousands of troops.


    Das wasn''t the only one. Even Sebastian, who stood next to Matthew, was astonished.


    What was Matthew up to? He had already offended a big shot and had no way out. Why did he lure the prominent figure over? Was he trying to get himself killed faster?


    Matthew gradually raised the Apex de, and blood trickled down from it.


    As the de was lifted, blood droplets slid along the fullers toward the hilt, only to be stopped by the guard. It then fell from the dark metal guard onto the floor.


    Das was in so much pain that sweat poured from his forehead, and he was trembling all over.


    As the Apex de hovered above Das'' head, he was scared out of his wits.


    "Y-you can''t kill me. Horace has an army in hismand and has unrivaled authority. The mayor found this location for me when I established this psychiatric hospital.


    "Even the mayor has to suck up to him. If you dare disrespect him, you''ll meet a terrible end."


    After a swoosh, the Apex de sank into Das'' leg again. Das immediately shut his mouth, his gaze fixed on the de buried in his thigh with disbelief. How did he have the nerve to do that?


    An excruciating pain overwhelmed Das'' senses and flooded his mind. His vision went dark, and he fainted.


    In no time, the intense pain brought him back to consciousness, and he saw Matthew pulling out the de.


    The cold, narrow Apex de was slowly drawn out of his thigh, inch by inch. Blood poured out quickly from the de, soaking his pants red in an instant. The pain made him tremble involuntarily.


    Matthew pronounced each word slowly. "Are you still going to threaten me with Horace?"


    Das was in unbearable pain, but the little reason he had left told him that Horace''s authority wouldn''t intimidate Matthew.


    He shouted in a panic, "I won''t bring up Horace to threaten you anymore! I''ll never mention him again!"


    However, Matthew casually


    remarked, "A


    wanted was to have


    a conversation and ask you a couple of questions, but you act like you''re untouchable because you know Horace. You only learn to talk sense after taking a stab. What a stubborn fool."


    After being berated, Das clenched his jaw in silence. He was truly scared. Matthew swung his de without hesitation. How was he so brutal?


    Matthew continued, "Can have a proper talk now?"


    Das writhed in pain. "It hurts. I can''t take it anymore. Please spare me some painkillers. The pain is killing me. I''m not ying any tricks right now. I beg you."


    Matthew walked over to the medicine cab and rummaged through the bottles and jars.


    Spotting some tramadol injections, he quickly popped two vials and administered them to Das


    The drug worked quickly to relieve the pain, and Das'' expression rxed considerably. But when he saw the blood seeping out of his wound, his fear only


    grew.


    Das desperately pleaded, "Can you stop the bleeding and bandage me? I can''t keep losing blood. I''ll die."


    Matthew scoffed. "Stop wasting my


    time. If you''re not going to spill, I


    won''t bother asking anymore. K


    take your life in one strike, and we''ll


    both be done with it."


    As Matthew spoke, he slowly raised the Apex de in his hand. Under the light,


    the bloodstained de gleamed with an eerie red glow.


    Das was shaken to his core. "Wait! Don''t do it. Just ask away. I''ll tell you everything."