Chapter 1829

Matthew relentlessly swung his scalpel. One after another, the team leader went down until the last one hit the ground just like the rest. He leaped onto the table again and looked at the terrified crowd. "From this point onward, you've got two choices. You either make a run for it or die by my hand." After Matthew finished his sentence, the room went completely silent. Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to move. The man with glasses was down on his knees, shaking all over. "I'm not going anywhere. I'll work here forever. Please just spare me." Hopping off the table, Matthew pressed the scalpel toward the man's throat. "Then it's time for you to die." Watching the bloody scalpel draw near, the man in glasses shrieked and scrambled to his feet before bolting off in a panic. The crowd froze for a second. Then, everyone rushed toward the door like a stampede. In the blink of an eye, the office was cleared out. He was the last one there with ten bodies scattered on the