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Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down novel Chapter 32

Matt lowered his gaze contemplatively. There was only one person on his mind.

After sending Winona back home, he, as well as the members of the FALCON Team, set off toward the Larson’s.

He lit a cigar in the car and instructed the FALCON Team in a flat tone, “Raze the mansion to the ground. Make sure nobody is hurt.”

He would not kill the Larsons just yet. He needed them to be alive so that he could torture them and turn their lives into a living hell.

Kevin kicked the main door open and started smashing things in the mansion. The Larsons, who were frightened out of their wits, started squealing in horror.

Every piece of furniture and ornament, even the pavilion in the garden, was destroyed.

Seeing a highly valuable jade vase being shattered into pieces by Kevin and his gang, Hazel Madron nearly fainted out of anger. She ordered the butler to call the police, who responded to their complaint with a lackadaisical attitude. That was when Hazel realized that her family might have offended a big fish.

Benjamin and his father, Andrew Larson, arrived at the living room after hearing the commotion.

“Andrew, what’s going on?” Hazel asked.

Andrew patted Benjamin’s back and said, “Please take care of your mother. Let me check who’s outside.”

He put on a suit jacket and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses before heading out of the mansion. When he saw Matt inside an off-road vehicle parked by the roadside, he experienced mixed feelings.

Matt released a mouthful of smoke before turning to face Andrew with a smirk. “Mr. Larson, I’m sorry that I’d been too busy to visit you before this. Thanks to your timely reminder, here I am now.”

Andrew eased himself into the car and banged the door shut. Even so, he could still hear smashing and clattering sounds coming incessantly from the mansion. “Matt, you’re bringing this too far. Please don’t forget that this is the place where your ancestors used to live…”

Matt spun around and fixed him an icy stare. Still maintaining an eerie smile on his face, he snapped, “My ancestors? Are you pulling my leg? I’ve never been part of this family!”

“Your mother wanted you to move back in with us. Unfortunately, she didn’t get to witness her wish being fulfilled before she died.”

“Ha! Are you sure she genuinely wished that to happen? She only wanted that just so that I could have a place to stay where I get enough food to eat. Do I look like I need help now? In case you haven’t realized it, I’m now powerful enough to decide the fate of you and your family!”

“Matt! You can never change the fact that you’re my son. Are you making a scene here for the sake of that woman?”

“Did he just confess to messing with Winona just now?” Matt wondered. His face clouded over, the atmosphere in the car was getting oppressive. He stepped hard on the cigar on the floor and scowled, “Andrew Larson, you’d better listen to me very carefully—you’re a nobody to me, but Winona means the world to me. If you dare to mess with her again, I’ll mess with your son to get even with you.”

“It’s inappropriate of you to have a relationship with your brother’s ex-fiancée! Also, she doesn’t deserve you. A woman like her is going to ruin your life!”

Matt let out a chuckle with a mean streak. “From the way I see it, I’m afraid you fit that description better than her!”

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