Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 972

Sheffield snickered. Understandably, Matthew still didn't think of him as a friend. But he wasn't about to give up. He said, "You and I will be buddies sooner or later, just as your sister will become my wife sooner than you think."

Matthew ignored him this time.

A few moments later, Sheffield added with a grin, "Since you're in my car now, be prepared to be killed." It was fortunate that Evelyn wasn't with them.

With his fingers still busy on his phone screen, Matthew snapped, "Why do you get yourself into so much trouble?"

Sheffield sighed. It was not like he was inviting trouble either. "Are your bodyguards around?"

"No. Don't you know kung fu?" What Matthew meant was, 'Since you're here, why do I need a bodyguard?'

Sheffield didn't know if he was moved or amused by Matthew's level of trust in him. He said, "There are four cars following us. Assuming that there are five people in a car, we have twenty people on our tail right now. How about we each handle ten? Sound fair?"

"This is not my business. You can take them all out yourself," Matthew refused in a cold tone.

Sheffield sighed. "Why the hell are these people after you anyway? Instead of being out in the street trying to kill people, they should be at their own homes, celebrating the Spring Festival. Such a waste of holidays, being out here, trying to kill the likes of you."

"Ouch," Sheffield scoffed. At the same time, the cars behind them picked up speed.

He warned Matthew, "Sit tight." He stepped on the gas and the car sped ahead like an arrow leaving the string.

Sheffield soon ditched the other cars. As he was about to enter the T-junction, a car rushed towards them from the right side. Sheffield immediately stepped on the brake to slow down.

He thought that the car would go straight past them, but he was wrong. Their cars were about to collide into each other, but the other car had no intention of slowing down.

By now, Sheffield figured that this car had something to do with the people who were following him.

He couldn't make a sudden turn at this point; there were chances that the car might turn over. But if he didn't do something, they would crash into the other car.

A collision at this speed could kill anyone in either of the cars. And he didn't want to kill Matthew Huo, of all people.

After weighing his choices, he stepped hard on the brake and hoped that he had slowed down enough to avoid a huge collision. There was a loud bang and both cars stopped. His car had hit the engine of the other car.

By this time, the other cars had caught up with him, and had already surrounded his car in the middle of the road.

Sheffield didn't like how the situation had panned out. "Stay in the car. I'll deal with them," he said to Matthew. He opened the glove compartment and took out his scalpel. Handing it to Matthew, he said, "This is all I have. Use it for self-defense."

Casting a sidelong glance at the scalpel, Matthew said coldly, "Keep it yourself."

Sheffield put away his scalpel in both resignation and admiration. "Will you at least hide under the back seat?"

Matthew's face soured at his words. 'Does he think I'm a wuss? How useless does he think I am in a fight?'

And then there were bangs from all around them. The men had begun to hit the car with their clubs.

Sheffield cursed violently, "What the fuck, you bastards! Don't touch my car! One scratch on it and I'll chop your fucking hands off and soak them in formalin!"

He unbuckled his seat belt to get out.