He frowned in pain, letting go of his hand, glaring both eyes, and began to curse furiously: "Matthew Saxon, you're simply inhuman, is this how you treat a caring friend? No wonder you're detested wherever you go! Fine, if you don't want to get checked, don't, but if anything happens later, it has nothing to do with me."
Matthew Saxon tidied up the spot that had been crumpled, glanced at him coldly: "It's never been your business, you really think you're so powerful, with your pathetic skills, hitting me is just like scratching an itch, how serious could it get? Before you take the blame on yourself, maybe weigh-up how much you're worth."
"Damn, you..." Knox Simmons got so angry his veins were about to pop on his forehead, he swung his fist wanting to punch that hateful face.
But he didn't dare.
He was truly afraid that if he punched, Matthew Saxon would drop dead on the ground again.
