Chapter 1307

Malt was halfway through his sentence when a beer bottle was smashed on his head. With one hand on his head, he winced in pain. "You knew I was an assassin, so how dare you hit me? Do you have a death wish?" A cold glint flickered in Matthew's eye as he grabbed another beer bottle. A shadow flashed by, and the beer bottle hit Malt's head, shattering into pieces with beer splashing everywhere. The impact left Malt in a daze. He stumbled as he wiped away the mix of blood and beer from his eyes. As he was about to continue, three beer bottles consecutively came down on his head. Malt's vision went black, and he screamed in agony. Realizing he might not make it if he took more hits, he pleaded for mercy in a panic, "Please make it stop. I can't take it anymore. If you keep this up, I'm going to die. Just stop already." Matthew sternly warned, "This is your last chance. Spill it. Who are you?" Malt held his head, his expression contorted in agony. He hurriedly replied, "I'm an assa