Chapter 1072

Upon finishing his sentence, Denny led the security guards toward the yard. As they were making their way in, a car pulled in and parked. Someone got out.

Walking into the yard with the guards, Denny spotted Matthew getting out of the car. He quickly walked over with the guards.

Matthew was taken aback when he saw Denny and his group. "You begged for mercy last time, and I let you off the hook. What gives you the courage to show up again, Denny?"

Denny gritted his teeth. "I came to get back at you. Don't you regret going easy on me last time? You're just too soft-hearted. If I had a mental disorder diagnosis back then, I would've gone all out. Are you regretting it now?"

Matthew shook his head. "It's no big deal. Even if I make a move now, I won't be held accountable."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and dialed Sebastian's number. "Hey! Come down here. I'm on the first floor. Make sure to bring your mental disorder diagnosis with you."

Denny broke into laughter as he jabbed his fingers at Matthew and ridiculed, "Is your lackey's mental disorder diagnosis all you got? You've only got one, but look at this..."

With that, Denny turned to the guards behind and shouted, "Show him your reports!"

Laslo and the other guards immediately pulled out their mental disorder diagnoses and held them up in the air.

There were a dozen or so reports. They were all brand new and in the same format. Under the sunlight, the words "mental disorder diagnosis" stood out clearly.

A gust of wind swept by the yard. Several mental disorder diagnoses rustled loudly. Denny motioned to his men and turned to Matthew. "I work in healthcare, and my family runs the outpatient building with many other services. Besides the mental disorder diagnoses, I could easily get a dozen death certificates.

"You've only got one diagnosis, and I've got a stack of them. What makes you think you can go up against me?"

Matthew watched in disbelief as a group of security guards waved around mental disorder diagnoses. It felt totally ridiculous.

They handed out mental disorder diagnoses like candy and casually talked about death certificates. Were they still qualified as doctors? It was no surprise that doctors were losing respect these days, thanks to these bad apples.

Seeing that Matthew was quiet, Denny thought he was intimidated and coldly remarked, "Are you scared now? Get down on your knees and apologize to me."

Denny had barely finished his sentence when there was a thud. He was sent flying backward and slammed into Laslo, and they both went down.

The sound of a flurry of punches hitting the stomach echoed. One after another, the security guards hit the ground.

Denny tried to get up as he held his stomach. Right then, he spotted the guards he brought with him writhing on the ground clutching their stomachs too.

He was stupefied. "How did they all go down? No way."

With a grim expression, Matthew responded, "Having a mental disorder diagnosis doesn't make them invincible."

After saying that, he balled his fists and made his way toward Denny.

Terrified, Denny kept backing up. "Stay away! What are you trying to do?"

Matthew scoffed. "Take your life!"

Denny screamed in horror, "Stop

right there! You can't kill me. Younet

don't have a mental disorder

diagnosis: If end up dead,

facing criminal charges."

Sebastian came running over from a distance and yelled, "I'm coming! I have a

mental disorder diagnosis."