Now, immigrating to Eastoria just made Seth seem as if he had been oblivious to all the luxury and blessings he currently enjoyed and foolishly acknowledged a peasant as his godfather.
After he had coddled up to this godfather of his and became close enough to be family, he finally found out that his godfather was destitute.
In the end, Seth still had to return to his home country for support. But should he still acknowledge this godfather of his and move to Eastoria?
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Seth could see a casually dressed young man standing at the door. The man didn't work at the publisher, but he wasn't the delivery man either since he wasn't wearing a uniform. Immediately, Seth roared in anger, "What are you doing? Who told you that you could open the door? Screw off!"
The things he had discussed with Maurice needed to be kept a secret, or things could get out of hand. That was why Seth got angry when he saw the door getting pushed open randomly.
But Matthew maintained an indifferent expression and walked into the office. When he noticed the Scholarly Tradition in Maurice's hands, his gaze sharpened instantly.
Meanwhile Seth stood up aggressively when he saw Matthew ignoring his commands.
He pointed at Matthew and bellowed angrily, "Are you fucking deaf? I'm telling you to fuck off! If you don't get out this instant, I'll call the security guards—"
Then came a clean crisp slap that landed harshly on his cheek and interrupted his speech.
Seth screamed in pain. The slap was far too harsh for him to handle, and it battered him so hard that he began to see stars and wobbled about.
Thankfully, he managed to support himself with the table and didn't fall to the ground.
Then, Matthew walked toward Maurice and stretched his hand out. "Give me the book."
When Maurice heard that Matthew wanted to take the Scholarly Tradition away from him, his brutish temperament began to display itself.noveldrama
"You must have a death wish trying to take this book away from me! Just fuck off already if you don't want to die!"
The Scholarly Tradition was the biggest reward he'd received after all those years of hard work, so he'd naturally kill those who wished to snatch it away from him.
Just then, a slap landed on Maurice's face. Like Seth, Maurice was sent into a daze and staggered about.
His grasp loosened, and Matthew immediately reached for the Scholarly Tradition when it flew out of Maurice's hands.
Noting the audacity Matthew possessed to hit Maurice, Seth was sent into an electrifying shock.
"You're... You're insane! Do you know who he is? He's an Eastorian, ok? How dare you hit a guest? You're in deep trouble!"
Eastorian? A hint of disdain flashed across Matthew's eyes, and he proceeded to punch Maurice. This time, he had used the Pulverizer Fist and his fist sank an inch deep into Maurice's sternum, completely shattering it.
Blood began to trickle out the wound and seeped through his shirt, creating a patch of red on his chest. It began to soak further down the shirt and eventually dripped onto the floor. Soon enough, the office was filled with the metallic smell of blood. The narrow space was packed with a palpable intent of murder and a chilling amount of bloodshed.
Seth was so frightened that his face drained of its color. "You... You're crazy! You killed him... Do you know what the consequences are?"
Matthew knitted his brows together and picked up the stool effortlessly as he walked toward Seth. "You talk too much!"
Seth was scared out of his wits.
Matthew's madness left him horrified, and he retreated as he yelled, "You... Stand right there! Don't come here. I'm telling you! I've already immigrated, so I'm an Eastorian now. If you so as much touch me..."
Upon hearing that, Matthew's pupils' shrank, and he lifted the stool before smashing it into Seth's face.
The stool was destroyed into several pieces, while Seth's skull was cracked. There was blood flowing out of the two holes on his head. Seth was terrified beyond words by the sight. "You... How dare you..."
As soon as he finished speaking,
Seth collapsed onto the ground and
began to have a seizure. His legs were twitching nonstop, and, gradually, his movements declined, and he breathed his last breath.
Maurice was clutching onto his chest and heaved heavily. His expression began to distort in pain, and he sweated buckets.
The pain was excruciating. This was the first time he had ever been drowned in such immense pain, and he could feel his life slipping away with every drop of blood that flowed out.
However, Maurice's strong desire to survive led him begging for mercy. "Save me... Please, I beg you. Send me to the hospital. I don't want to die!"