Chapter 3177 He's Matthew Larson!
- One by one, figures dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with shiny silver long knives strapped to their backs and precision firearms in their hands, jumped down from all sides. Their guns were raised, the dark muzzles aimed at Matthew and Sylvan.
- Oswald, sitting in his chair, sneered as the Morley Family's years of trained assassins arrived. The night's outcome was already sealed—Matthew was doomed.
- Matthew looked at the black-clad figures surrounding him and then at Oswald. "Old Mr. Morley, don't you know how serious it is to privately possess firearms?"