Chapter 737
The Misfortune's Veil prided itself on how stealthy its members were. Nobody ever saw them coming.
At this point, Matthew had eyes on everyone's every move. That was the scariest part. Farrell had to get to the bottom of it.
Reaching into the piles of tools behind the door, Matthew found a hammer and made his way toward Farrell. "You're thinking way too highly of yourself. I only need one person to handle people like you."
Farrell's tired old eyes went wide with shock as he exclaimed in disbelief, "How could that be? There's no way one person could keep tabs on a dozen experts skilled at tracking and shaking off tails—unless he's some sort of a wizard."
Matthew couldn't be bothered to tell Farrell that Caleb had eyes everywhere, with a hundred cameras feeling him live visuals as if he were seeing everything himself.
Holding the hammer, Matthew coldly remarked, "Go ask the devil yourself in hell!"
Watching Matthew close in, Farrell shouted in panic, "Stop him!"
As Farrell finishe

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