Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3423

"Matteo! Finally, you're here. We've got a place all set up for you," called out a hearty voice from afar.

Mack, with his vest and muscular build, approached them, his towering six-foot frame and powerful muscles giving him the appearance of a gang leader at first glance.

Matthew nodded slightly in greeting. "Mr. Mack, let me introduce you to Tertius. He's a law graduate from Dornia."

Mack flashed a friendly smile at Tertius, though his attempt at warmth looked more intimidating than intended.

Tertius, feeling the weight of Mack's intense presence, took a step back, instinctively positioning himself behind Matthew.

Mack noted Tertius' nervous retreat and gave an awkward smile.

"Mr. Mack, I heard we're short on an accountant, so I thought I'd bring Tertius along. He may have studied law, but he's also good with numbers. He'd do well as an accountant," Matthew explained.

Mack's eyes lit up as the idea dawned on him. The mountains of paperwork and endless columns of numbers had always been a source of agony for him, like an unending curse. With a competent accountant, maybe he could finally enjoy a proper meal without a headache.

"Tertius, buddy, no need to be so stiff. Come on!" he said, grabbing Tertius from behind Matthew with a big grin and pulling him close.

Under Mack's towering embrace, Tertius' six-foot frame seemed small by comparison. Feeling the pressure on his shoulders, he gulped nervously. "Uh… Mr. Mack, could you, um, loosen your grip a bit?"

The night was falling, and Emil sat sullenly at home in the residential area of the Island Watch headquarters. His appetite gone, he angrily stabbed the food on his plate, unable to shake the humiliation he'd suffered earlier.

Then, footsteps approached, and his face lit up—his uncle had returned!

A man in silver-studded red armor strode in, his hooked nose and piercing eyes exuding a fierce presence. The silver studs on his armor were his pride; though merely decorative pieces sewn onto his red tunic, such an item was a status symbol on the island.

Emil got up, his face contorted in a mixture of anger and self-pity as he hobbled toward the man. "Uncle Reuben! You have to avenge me! I was attacked out of nowhere today, with no provocation at all, I swear!" he wailed, clutching his bruises.