Bang!
Huge fists filled with sharp metallic rings connected to Matthew's stomach, quickly making him lose his footing. His dark-ash blonde hair was uncharacteristically all over his face, sticking as he sweated in pain.
He didn't speak and just gripped his stomach, coughing in pain, but he didn't show any hint of fear, despair, or hate—as always.
"Tsk—" the large man sneered, spitting on him. "Did you think you'd escape easily from a punch?" He said, kicking him several times until he couldn't move anymore.
The larger man's eyes traced over him, seeming to revel in his pitiful state.
"You think just because you're the Lord here you can do whatever you want right?!"
Lying down and eating dirt, Matthew forced himself to utter out words, "Brother-in-law…"
