The men in the group exchanged looks. They had all heard about how ruthless Carlos was.

“Cut the small talk. Get rid of that guy first and then off Matthew.”

Under the dim streetlight, Sheffield looked up at the person who had given the order. He was thin and small, and was wearing a hat and a mask.

The men didn't waste any more time. They raised their weapons and charged at him.

Sheffield kicked the leading man with a violent force, and he, in turn, knocked down those behind him.

Meanwhile, a few other men bypassed Sheffield and started smashing the passenger seat window while yelling at Matthew, asking him to get out of the car.

With one hand on the hood of his car, Sheffield leapt into the air quickly. He rushed to the passenger side door and grunted angrily, “Hey assholes! I said don't touch my car! I don't have money to buy a new car right now."

He trailed his hand on the dents in the car and his heart ached. He had crashed the car on the head earlier too. If they continue to smash it, his car would be totally ruined.

Just as Sheffield sighed thinking about the repair costs, the men rushed towards him, brandishing their weapons. Sheffield grabbed the man in the front by his wrist and pulled him in. At the same time, he kicked the other man who was charging at him. While the first man was still confused as to what was going on, Sheffield pressed his lit cigarette on the back of his hand mercilessly.

“Arrgh!" the man screamed. The cry sounded like that of a pig being slaughtered.

Sheffield scratched his ears.

“Shut the hell up! What kind of fucking sound is that?"

The fight had officially begun. Sheffield versus twenty goons. Luckily, the men were pretty weak. He could easily deal with several of them at the same time.

He seized his chance and jumped onto the hood of his car. He sat there lazily, took out his scalpel and pointed it at the group.

"You know

I'm a doctor—a surgeon, and a good one at that. I'll fucking stab you all, thirty-two times, one by one. And mind you, I can make it all Look like minor injuries."

Some of the men were intimidated and moved a step backward.

“Did you hear the news about the person who was stabbed thirty-two times? The court judged that they were only minor injuries. The man who did that was my apprentice." He smirked at the shocked men.

“Are you sure you want to continue this fight? I'll be more than happy to show you how my apprentice did it."

Many people in Alorith had heard about the stabbing Sheffield was talking about.

But, his apprentice did it? Bullshit! Sheffield was a busy guy. He had no time to recruit an apprentice, Let alone train one. But the goons didn't know that.

It didn't take longer than a heartbeat for the goons to lose their bravado and run off in fear.

A hint of mockery flashed in Sheffield's eyes. ‘Idiots! Run home to mama!"

He had believed the thugs were professional assassins. But they were just hired muscle. Suddenly, they could see flashing lights approaching, along with the whine of a police siren

Some of the mooks who didn't run were spooked by the sudden appearance of police cars.