Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Chapter 2117 The Squad Leader's Threat

Fabien had always wondered about the country bumpkin from the South who crawled out through that

land of poverty.

What was it about him that made Old Mr. Bane personally greet him? It made sense, eventually. Was

Old Mr. Bane looking to train a successor?

At that thought, the icy murderous aura lingering around him grew stronger. It only stopped when his

rainbow devil's serpent affectionately nuzzled his fingertips. That snapped him out of his thoughts.

Meanwhile, the two men kneeling before him were sweating heavily.

"Enough. You may leave to get treatment."

After saying that, he threw them a bottle of medicine.

"Yes, sir."

There was a long moment of silence after the two men left the room.

Suddenly, Fabien spoke up, addressing the seemingly empty room.

"Come out."

As soon as he said that, a dark shadow flashed into view.

When the newcomer spoke, his voice was hoarse and raspy.

"As expected of Mr. Blanc. The One Bird Clan's stealth skill is considered the best in the whole world."

"How did you find me?"

His question was clearly a boast of his skills. Even so, Fabien did not plan on pointing that out. He

remained calm in his response.

"The scent of blood. You're injured."

"Tell me, what do you want with me?"

"The members of Emsgate Herbalist Association and Warriors Association have arrived in Bainbridge,"

the newcomer replied.

"We would like to invite you over for a meeting this evening."

The Herbalist Association was the equivalent of Cathay's Union of Medical Practitioners in Emsgate.

As for the Warriors Association, they played the same role as Cathay's martial league. After a pause,

the newcomer continued to speak. "Additionally, I lured Compassion Pavilion's fighters away from your

men."

"That is how I was injured. I would like some medication from you in return, Mr. Blanc."

"The people from the Dao Sect are as invincible as they say. It seems like we'll have to be ready to

retreat back to Emsgate at a moment's notice."

He heavily emphasized the words 'Dao Sect' and 'retreat'. There was no doubt that it was a threat.

He was the squad leader of the Emsgate Warriors that had appeared outside Compassion Pavilion. He

was eventually able to escape from Hildegard using the body replacement technique.

However, the aftershock of her last strike had injured his internal organs. Once the warrior was done

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Fabien secretly felt disdain at what he had just heard. The warrior was not asking for medication. He

was actually complaining that the payment he had received was insufficient.

Despite the bad feeling he felt deep down, he still put on an understanding look.

"Of course," Fabien said. "After all, you are only injured because you helped us."

He then pulled out a palm-sized porcelain jar.

"This contains Elixirs of Revival. On the market, they would cost about 300 grand each."

"As a token of my appreciation, I have placed ten elixirs in this jar."

The warrior's eyes lit up when he saw the jar.

"You are very gracious, Mr. Blanc," he said with a loud guffaw.

Fabien merely smiled in response.

"That goes without saying," he said. "I am very generous when it comes to my friends."

"Come, have some tea."

He then picked up the teapot and poured out a cup of tea.

Fabien would be bold to poison him. At most, they would take Fabien's life in return.

They continued to exchange small talk for another few rounds of tea.

Finally, the warrior stood up to take his leave.

"It is getting late, Mr. Blanc," he said.

"Remember about the meeting tonight. Do not be late."

"After all," he continued, "they're not as kind as I am."

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He only smiled as he watched the warrior leave.

"Ha. How many years has it been?" he mused.

"You are the first person who would dare to drink the tea I poured."

"You are also the only one who dares to threaten me directly."

"Not bad," he exclaimed.

Once he was done muttering to himself, he picked up the cup on the table and drank the tea.