Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Matthew patted the man's shoulder with a genial smile before walking in the direction the man had indicated.

Seeing Matthew let him go so easily, the man's eyes lit up with glee, quickly followed by a flash of greed. So naive. I might not be able to take him head-on, but if I use poison... Just as Matthew's footsteps began to fade, his finger twitched slightly.

Thud!

The man suddenly coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood and collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Matthew didn't spare a second glance. On this island, there were plenty of scavengers who would find use for the body.

Sure enough, about half an hour later, a passerby stumbled upon the corpse. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he pulled a dart from his waistband and threw it at the body.

Years of experience had taught the locals to be cautious-some faked their deaths to ambush others. Seeing no reaction after the dart embedded itself in the corpse, the man ran over to claim his find.

...

On his way to the stone market, Matthew was interrupted at intervals, each time by would-be attackers. Every ten minutes or so, someone made an attempt on his life. Seeing that he was traveling alone and unguarded, many were overcome by greed. "Hey, kid! Stop right there I'm talking to you!" A voice filled with arrogance rang out.

Matthew stopped as a group of men approached quickly, surrounding him.

"What do you want?" he asked calmly, turning his gaze toward the man who appeared to be their leader.

The leader burst into laughter. "What do we want? Brothers, did you hear that? He's asking what we want! Hilarious!"noveldrama

"This guy must have no brains at all, asking us what we're after."

"Say, how much do you think we could get for selling him to a brothel?"

"Looking like that? At least 20 thousand Dornia Emeralds."

The group erupted in laughter,

completely dismissing Matthew as a threat. The leader even reached out, intending to pat Matthew on the face, but Matthew remained silent, a glint of icy resolve flashing inhis eyes.

The next moment, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

"Ah! My hand!"

Matthew had grabbed the leader's wrist with a firm, unyielding grip.

"What are you doing?! Let go of our boss!" the others shouted, startled. They drew their weapons hastily.

The leader teeth clenched in pain

and rage, glared at Matthew. "Do you know who I am? I'm with the Viper Crew! Mess with me, and the Viper Crew won't let you off!"

He spoke the name of his organization with pride, certain it would intimidate Matthew.

The Viper Crew was a massive criminal syndicate with millions of members. Even on the West Montiria Islands, their influence was widespread.

"The Viper Crew..." Matthew murmured, his expression darkening.

Recently, it seemed that every problem he encountered was tied to this organization. This Viper Crew really doesn't leave any evil deed undone, do they?

"Scared now?ll give you a chance,"

the leader sneered, his confidence returning. "Let me go, chop off the arm that touched me, kneel down and apologize while respectfully calling us masters. Maybe then I'll spare you."

Crack!

"Ahhh!" the leader screamed as Matthew's grip tightened, shattering his wrist. His cry was filled with disbelief-how could Matthew dare to defy him? Matthew's sharp gaze swept over the rest of the group. A wave of overpowering pressure emanated from him, stopping them in their tracks. Thud!

The once-arrogant gang immediately dropped to their knees, their weapons clattering to the ground as fear overtook them.