Matthew fixed his gaze on Denzel for a while before nodding. "I believe you."

When everyone was getting violent and destroying things at the company, Denzel just stood there without getting involved.

As the others made their moves on Matthew, he just stood quietly at the back, not doing anything or saying a word.

Denzel's tensed expression eased up a little. "Thanks. I didn't have much of a choice. We had a military competition. I went all out and managed to get a spot.

"I was shocked when they made me leave the military and assigned me to eliminate you. A soldier has to follow orders. I couldn't turn it down, so I went along with it. That's what happened." Matthew nodded. It was the same thing Brad had told him. "You didn't have the intention to kill me, so I don't want to kill you either. You're free to go now."

Denzel suddenly saluted and said, "I appreciate that."

With that, Denzel started making his way out. After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to Matthew. "You were wearing handcuffs. How did you get them off?"

In the fight earlier, Matthe fought so quickly that Denzel could barely track his figure. Denzel didn't blink at all. But when Matthew picked up a steel pipe with one hand, he was blown away. How did Matthew's hands go from being cuffed together to being apart?

Matthew raised his hands and shook them. His wrists had a metal cuff with a broken chain attached to it. As he moved his hands, the chains and cuffs clanged together, making clinking noises. "Honestly, it's not that hard. Just pulling my hands apart does the trick."

Was it that simple? Denzel was skeptical. "No chance. I'm familiar with the quality of these cuffs. It's not as easy as you're making it sound."

Wondering why Denzel asked about

it, Matthew decided to spill the beans. "Most people in this world are just regular folks, but there are some who are stronger than the average person. We call these people with robust strength cultivators. Have you heard of them?"

Cultivators? A hint of surprise flickered in Denzel's eyes. "Do they really exist?"

Denzel had heard about cultivators. These people practiced ancient martial arts, which was pretty different from conventional martial arts.

Conventional martial arts worked on stances and techniques. Meanwhile, ancient martial artists were trained to kill.noveldrama

Matthew kept quiet. He'd already said enough and didn't care if Denzel believed it or not. Seeing that Matthew wasn't saying anything, Denzel awkwardly turned and walked away.

Matthew suddenly thought of something. "Hold on! There's still something for you to do. This villa is too nice not to torch it. How about you light this place up before you go?"

Nothing came for free. Even though he got to live, he still had to do something. At the very least, he had to sever his ties with the Wood family.

Burning this place down was the most straightforward approach to show he was no longer loyal to the Woods anymore.

Denzel was caught off guard for a moment, but then he got why Matthew wanted him to do this. His expression turned serious. He was aware that he had to set the villa on fire or he'd just die here.

Thus, he agreed without a second thought. "Sure, I'll start lighting this place on fire right away."

Denzel hurried over to Everett's body and crouched to search for a lighter. He checked his surroundings. After setting the sofa ablaze, he lit up the curtains. But the flames spread too

slowly.

In the end, he rushed into the kitchen and went for the propane tanks. After yanking off the gas hose from the stove, he cranked open the valve.

Denzel then ran back to the living room and told Matthew, "I've turned the gas on. Let's get out of here quickly."