Chapter 1046

Matthew squeezed into the driver's seat and found the steering wheel pressing against his chest and his arms cramped in the confined space.

Remembering that he was wearing the exoskeleton, he bent down to adjust the seat controls, lowering the height and sliding it back about four inches for more comfort.

When he thought about pressing the gas pedal, the exoskeleton's foot gradually lowered, pressing down on the accelerator. The engine revved louder as the car slowly started moving.

After that, he focused his thoughts on turning the steering wheel, and his hands gripped it to turn left, gradually guiding the car out of its parking space.

However, Matthew noticed something wrong—there was a slight delay in the turning response, and if he had not been moving so slowly, he would have hit the car parked in front.

He had discovered a flaw in the exoskeleton. When driving normally, his thoughts translated instantly into action.

Still, with the exoskeleton, he had to form a complete command in his mind before it would execute the corresponding movement, creating a delay.

This delay might seem insignificant to an average person, but to a trained martial artist like Matthew, that split second could mean life or death. He deliberately maintained a slow speed to practice coordinating his brain waves with the exoskeleton's driving controls.

Back at Delisnora Bay, crickets chirped incessantly in the grove, occasionally interrupted by bird calls and croaking frogs. Lorenzo's expression grew increasingly sour-while the scenery was beautiful during the day, the nighttime noise was becoming irritating.

In the car's headlights, mosquitoes buzzed around persistently. Lorenzo suddenly raised his eyebrow and slapped his neck, then examined his hand in the beam of the headlights—a crushed mosquito was still twitching, alongside a drop of bright red blood.

His eyes turned fierce as he barked at Cameron, "Get over here!"

Cameron jumped, startled, not knowing what Lorenzo would do next. He hurried forward and asked,

"Yes, Mr. Connolly?"

"Why isn't he here yet?" Lorenzo demanded angrily.

Cameron's head throbbed at the question, and he quickly explained, "He's... He's on his way right now."

Lorenzo's expression turned savage

as he kicked Cameron in the stomach with a dull thud, sending him sprawling to the ground. "You're so useless you can't do anything

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right! You're wasting my time!"

Cameron lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and grinding his teeth in pain. Looking down, his eyes filled with hatred.

If he had a gun, he would have aimed it right at Lorenzo's head. Nonetheless, he

knew that even if he had one, he would not dare pull the trigger.

Just like his grandfather, who did not dare seek revenge when his first love was stolen, it was not for any reason other than the simple fact that the Connolly family was untouchable.

Lorenzo sat back down and looked at Cameron writhing on the ground with disgust.

He hissed, "Get out of my sight and keep trying to contact him."

Cameron did not dare look up as he crawled to his feet, still holding his stomach, and limped to the car to send a text message.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo checked the time on his phone. He had planned to deal with Matthew quickly to avoid missing his cultivation practice at home.

His confidence in killing Matthew came from years of training and faith in the Connolly family's techniques.

He practiced at two specific times, sunrise and after sunset, maintaining this routine with the sole goal of becoming the head of the Connolly family.

Today, he had already missed his practice time, and his mood grew increasingly agitated. As he looked

around, he spotted the shaalked

grove in the headlights a the headlights and walked“, toward it.

Nearby, Cameron watched Lorenzo heading to the grove with concern. With a 300-

million contract on the line, he worried Lorenzo might leave.

"What's he doing?" he asked Dylan uncertainly.

Dylan shook his head slightly. "Probably just taking a leak."

Cameron realized he was being paranoid. As long as Lorenzo was willing to wait for Matthew, everything would be fine.