Chapter 1261

Moreover, Matthew did not want to cause Miles unnecessary trouble back in his own hometown. At that moment, Matthew fought back his instinct to strike. Normally, someone like Cassius would already be on the ground, but Matthew held back for the sake of selling his 30 thousand pounds of ginger. Cassius smirked. "Smart of you not to make a move. See that guy over there? That's Preston Woodard, a champion of the underground boxing ring. If you'd tried anything, you'd be in the hospital right now." Matthew glanced at Cassius, his body itching to unleash a bone-crushing strike. One punch would be all it took to turn Preston into a corpse, but he took a deep breath, recognizing his violent tendencies. Ever since his encounter with the Black Wolves, his first instinct had been to solve problems with his fists. But these were not Black Wolves members or Eastorians. He needed a different approach, especially since he had to establish a safe path for Miles to continue selling ginger after