Upon seeing Matthew's action, the burly men all turned to look at Dalton.
Someone asked, "Do we kill this man as well?"
Dalton did not answer him. He glanced over to the surveillance camera.
He truly wasn't afraid when he threatened to kill Kingston under the surveillance camera. It would be useless even if Kingston's friend took the footage to the police.
However, it also served more of an intimidating purpose. No matter how arrogant he was, he wouldn't want to cause trouble for himself.
Dalton walked over to the surveillance camera and swung his baseball bat at it, smashing it into pieces.
He then turned back to the group of burly men and said, "Kill them. Remember to stab one of them and beat the other up, creating an illusion that they killed each other."
The group of burly men fearlessly charged toward Matthew after hearing those words.
The man at the front cursed, "You just had to stand out and dig your own grave!"
As he spoke, Matthew swung the stool down, smashing it into the man's head and breaking the stool apart. The man staggered slightly before collapsing onto the ground.
The rest of the burly men halted in shock, staring wide-eyed at Matthew-even Dalton was stunned.
He was used to being tough and aggressive after being around on the streets for a long time, as he knew that regular people just wanted to get by. They wouldn't dare to retaliate even when they were facing trouble.
Some of them dared not fight back even when they were beaten up badly by Dalton's subordinates.
That was because these regular people were afraid to be thrown into prison if they were to fight back, even risk losing everything they had.
Dalton grew even more brazen and obnoxious over time. He wasn't expecting to meet someone who would throw the first punch today-Matthew was clearly a hot-headed rookie.
Dalton said, "You-you're fucking crazy! Do you know how much you'd have to pay just by doing that? Do you know how many years you'd have to spend in jail?"
Matthew coldly replied, "You're already planning to kill me, should I just stand here and let you come at me instead? Do you think that's a logical thing to do?"
Dalton sneered, "Such is the realityâeven if I killed you, I have people backing me up. Mr. Stone could settle things with just his words alone. Who do you even have to back you up if you did something? On what basis are you doing this?"
Rage surged within Matthew as he charged toward the group of men. The stool flew from his hand, smashing down into pieces as he beat them up.
He was standing right in front of Dalton by the time he was done. Behind him, the group of men started collapsing one by one.
Dalton's eyes widened as he took in the scene behind. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead as he registered the horrifying scene.
The last remaining stool leg in Matthew's hand broke with a loud crack, falling to the ground. Blood stained the splintered edge.
He slowly raised the stool leg and pointed right at Dalton, "You asked me what basis I have. This stool is all the basis I need!"
Dalton glanced at the splintered stool leg that was inches away from his face-he could even taste the metallic tang of blood in the air. He started trembling in fear.
Matthew was just too brutal. He had acted on a whim with such ruthless methods without caring for the consequences.
He wasn't just any hot-headed rookie-he was clearly an unrestrained and ruthless person!
Dalton staggered backward and pleaded, "I'm just following Mr. Stone's orders- please spare me!"
Matthew coldly spat, "Why should I spare you? Just because you're scared and afraid of getting hurt?"