Chapter 1815

Moshe saw Matthew standing still, and his expression was filled with contempt. He could tell Matthew had completely lost his nerve, and that was exactly what he was hoping for. After a timid person got freaked out, they wouldn't think about escaping anymore. Moshe just had to feed Matthew, and he would hustle hard to make money, but that level of fear wasn't enough. Moshe coldly ordered, "Get in! Do you need a gun pressed against the back of your head before you come in?" Matthew took a deep breath before stepping inside the room. When he walked past the doorway, a nasty smell hit his face. The air was thick with the scent of blood too. He felt a wave of nausea hit him, but he fought through the discomfort and entered the room. The sight that greeted him made him stop dead in his tracks. The room was disgusting, with blood splattered everywhere. A bald man in his 50s stood in the middle of the room. He held a knife in one hand, smoking a cigarette. A battered table sat in the cen