Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel 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.

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.