Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

In the deepest part of the Gloam Division command center, within the residence of the Hale brothers, Kurtis and Cyrus sat leisurely. Each held a beautiful woman with a seductive figure, their hands greasy from the barbecue meat they were eating, roaming freely over the

women's bodies.

"Oh, sir, you're making me uncomfortable."

"Oh, sir, you're making it hard for me to breathe," one of the women giggled, squirming under Kurtis' touch.

"Hahaha, you little minx," Kurtis laughed, giving the woman a playful smack on her bum.

"Kurtis, we've had Thorneville surrounded for days now, with their water and electricity cut off. Isn't it about time to finish them off?" Cyrus asked as he swallowed a piece of grilled meat.

"Finish them off? Thorneville isn't just any place. Ten years ago, they lived just fine without running water or electricity. They probably have plenty of wells in the village and enough stored food to last at least six months," Kurtis replied, shaking his head.

At that, Cyrus' eyes lit up as a sinister idea formed in his mind. "Kurtis, what if we poison their wells..."

Kurtis looked at Cyrus with a patronizing smile. "Sure, you go ahead and charge into Thorneville, poison their wells right in front of Delmont Thorne, and then make it out alive."

Kurtis couldn't help but think of his brother as a fool. Thorneville's wells tapped into underground water, not surface sources. Even getting into the village would be impossible, let alone poisoning the water.

"So, what do we do now? We can't break in, and we can't starve them out," Cyrus said, his tone defeated, losing interest even in the woman sitting on his lap.

"The people of Thorneville will eventually lose hope. Just wait," Kurtis said with a cold smile, confident that the villagers couldn't stay holed up for six months.

Meanwhile, next door to the Hale brothers' residence, Mortimer stood over the body of another dead Gloam Division high-ranking officer He compared the corpse to the photograph in his hand before pocketing the photo. He had already taken down over a dozen Gloam Division leaders, and only two photos remained-those of Cyrus and Kurtis Hale.

Then, his sharp hearing caught the arrogant voices coming from the residence next door. With a light touch of his.toe, he moved like a nimble monkey into the Hale brothers residence, taking cover in the shadows of the wall. He watched as Cyrus and Kurtis continued to eat their barbecue, his eyes flashing with malice. Let them enjoy their last meal, he thought grimly.

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"Kurtis, that Matthew Larson must be losing his mind right now, haha! He crossed us, and now he can't even enter Montiria," Cyrus boasted.

"Wonder what you two did to make that happen?"

"What else? We smeared his name with all sorts of lies and then pressured the border checkpoints to blacklist him from entering Montiria," Cyrus replied with a sneer.

Just as Kurtis was basking in the

pride of their actions, he noticed the woman in his arms staring past him in sheer terror. A strong, steady

hand had already wrapped itself et ́

around Cyrus and Kurtis' necks from behind. The sudden realization of imminent death sent a chill down both brothers' spines, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads.

"Sir, we don't know who you are, but have we somehow offended you?"

Whoever had managed to infiltrate the Gloam Division command center without being detected was no ordinary foe. Kurtis' mind raced with fury at the patrols he now deemed incompetent. If he survived, he'd have them all quartered and tossed into a mass grave.

"Heh, you two are pretty good with your words," Mortimer said, his voice deceptively casual, which made Cyrus mistakenly believe that they might be spared. But Kurtis' instincts flared up, sending a sharp pain through his brow. Without thinking, he shoved the woman behind him and rolled forward desperately.

Crack!