Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 2011

Matthew wasn't sure who the bespectacled man was, but anyone who could send this man to do their

bidding must be a powerful person. Now that the Cosby elder came to his aid, Matthew was sure the

Cosbys had made a powerful enemy. I won't forget this. Matthew shrugged and looked at the

bespectacled man.

"It has been a while, Mr. Cosby. I was fortunate enough to make some good stuff, but some people just

want to steal it from me. Bandits, I say."

"Oh, an apt description, lad. Apt description." The Cosby elder roared in laughter and escorted Matthew

across the bridge. "Out of my way, cur." Even though they were outnumbered ten to one, the Cosby

elder still spoke with confidence. He didn't care about offending them at all.

"Mr. Cosby, my employer is most certainly a short-tempered man. If you get on his bad side, you and

your family will not end well."

"And you think that threat would work on us? Step. Aside."

The elder darted ahead and unleashed a barrage of fists on the bespectacled man. The impact of

Spinebreaker stirred up a gust of wind around the battlefield, and the air itself howled.

The bespectacled man knew they must fight, and he got into his battle stance. He opened his hands

and unleashed something he called Cloudwinder. Instead of facing the elder's fists head-on, the man

moved out of the way, relying on his strength of agile movements to deal with the old man. Cleverly, he

used his technique to redirect the old man's punches in other directions.

Frustrated by her lackluster performance just now, Freya grumbled, "I could have cut his head off if I

had my full strength."

Matthew looked at her. He didn't think she was bluffing. If she hadn't been worn down by the previous This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

battles, Freya would have had the strength to fight the bespectacled man. Her blade could easily cut a

car in two after all, but just when he was about to say something, dust clouds stirred on the other side

of the river. A military-grade tank was fast approaching them.

Reminded of something, the fighters stopped their battle at the same time.

The tank's door opened, and out came a man in military uniform. He had a square face and a solemn

look in his eyes. Despite his inscrutable face, the man radiated a solemn air. Once he made his way

across the bridge, the bespectacled man's lackeys made a path for him. "The competition shall begin

soon. The world's eyes are on Bainbridge, and yet you still wish to embarrass the nation?" the man

said hoarsely, his voice filled with rage.

Not only did this competition mean a lot for Cathay, but it also meant a lot for the world and the world of

medicine at large. Yet these people—blinded by their greed—were trying to stop Matthew and take his

pill for themselves. This wasn't Bainbridge's domain, yet it was close enough. The general was

incensed that someone would lead a whole army to stop a contestant here. If those foreign reporters

find out and tell everyone that Bainbridge's security is in shambles, it'll be a national embarrassment.

However, in all his stupidity—even though it was clear that no one could take Matthew away now—the

bespectacled man insisted, "General Cobalt, we are here on our employer's orders. I cannot disobey

him. If you would just let us invite Mr. Larson to our—"

"You cur!" the general roared angrily, and murderous intent instantly filled the air.