Mattew stood his ground, his body relaxed but fully prepared to move at any moment. There was no tension in his posture, yet there was something about him that made it clear he was ready for whatever came next. The men facing him hesitated for only a brief second, and that moment of doubt was enough to irritate Carter.
“What the hell are you waiting for?” Carter barked angrily. “Take him down!”
At his command, the four men rushed forward together, trying to overwhelm Mattew with speed and numbers.
That was exactly what he had been waiting for.
The first man attacked quickly, swinging a metal baton toward Mattew’s ribs. Mattew shifted his body with precision and caught the man’s wrist in midair before the weapon could land. Without hesitation, he twisted the arm sharply. A loud pop foll
