Chapter 1803

Matthew had never actually thought about killing Clinton. Nonetheless, watching the kid panic reminded him that Clinton was still a scammer. And not just any scammer, but a naturally gifted one. On his very first job, he had managed to con Presley out of all his antique valuables—it was an amazing feat. If someone else had told him, Matthew would have laughed it off as a total bluff. He patted Clinton on the shoulder, saying, "What are you so scared of? I'm not coming after you. My problem's with the con artists from the Swindle Order… with Mr. Flynn." Clinton exhaled hard, slapping his chest with relief. "Oh, man, you scared the hell outta me." But deep down, he was still uneasy. Matthew was not the type to bluff—when he said he would do something, he meant it, even if it meant drawing blood. Matthew looked him over and asked, "If I head overseas to find one of the Swindle Order's bases, can you come with me?" Clinton hesitated. He wanted to say no, especially since he was just