Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

No wonder you're all stuck here doing grunt work.

Matthew's gaze hardened as he looked at the rest, who remained crouched without a word. His tone turned icy. "Since no one else has objections, stay down and keep quiet. As for this gentleman who refuses to work, send him to hell, where he'll find his old boss. Oh, and make sure he gets a personal greeting with the sharks."

A cold glint flickered in Matthew's eyes, sending a shiver down the spines of everyone present. Relief and shock flashed across their faces-they hadn't expected the warm, mild-mannered Matthew to shift so drastically.

Two burly men stepped forward and grabbed hold of the defiant man.

"Wait! Didn't you say everything was negotiable? You're going back on your word!" the man shouted, his voice cracking in desperation as he glared at Matthew.

"Oh, it's negotiable, alright," Matthew replied calmly. "Just how you'd prefer to die that's open for discussion. You two," he said, addressing the men holding him. "Let him decide, but if he takes too long, feel free to help him along." "Yes, Deputy Larden," the two men replied, dragging the pale, trembling man away. Their whispered conversation drifted back faintly.

"Mother of mercy, I didn't know Deputy Larden had such a terrifying side."

"Look at you, scared silly. He's on our side what are you afraid of?"

"Why are your legs shaking, then?"

"Too much heavy lifting lately, that's all!"

They thought they were whispering, but as a grandmaster, Matthew heard every word, and a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. These two jokers.

Matthew turned back to the group in

front of him, a playful smirk on his face. "Are you sure you're all up for grunt work? It's tough, you know." He decided it was time to add a little nuance to his character-a friendly face with a sharp edge. Though he'd altered his appearance, if he acted exactly the same, someone might deduce his true identity.

In this world, there was only one renowned dual healer and martial grandmaster: Matthew Larson. His feats were too legendary. At the mere mention of a martial-healing dual master, everyone immediately thought of Matthew. With his grin still in place, Matthew watched as everyone huddled on the ground shivered. "We're not afraid of hard work!" they shouted.

"Good. Take them all in," Matthew instructed the men behind him. "Work starts tonight."

"Yes, sir!" The brawny men, who'd been acting casual earlier, were now as respectful as kittens. Initially, they'd thought their deputy chief.

his cold side, they straightened up fast. None of them wanted to end up dead or as shark bait.

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"Hold on! Everyone, stop fighting! We're all from the same island here. Fighting and killing only sows discord. Please, for my sake, and the Emberhold Syndicate's, let's settle this peacefully!"

Just as Matthew was about to lead his men away, a hurried voice called out from a distance.

The Emberhold Syndicate had arrived from the eastern dock.

Casimir, exuding a gentlemanly air, rushed over, panting as he addressed the crowd. "Everyone, stop fighting!"

Mack looked at the breathless

Casimir, hands on his knees, then glanced at Matthew. "That's Casimir Falkrenn, the chief of the Emberhold Syndicate, a real gentleman and a master negotiator. Looks like he's

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Matthew quirked a brow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Mack was actually analyzing the situation.