Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 2531

In reality, Warly Hill consisted of three high peaks that were connected together. One of them served as the resting place for the Slob Family's ancestors, while the other two were abandoned and would've been completely overlooked without the discovery of the mineral vein.

Matthew and Evander arrived near Warly Hill together. Before they even got close to the hill, they heard a clamor of voices.

"Hurry up! Are you guys in the prospecting team here just to idle around? Stop dilly-dallying! At this rate, when are you guys going to finish your job? And where is the mining equipment that you guys from the equipment department are supposed to get? I told you guys a week ago to get the equipment ready. Why hasn't there been any news about it?"

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Upon entering the area, Matthew spotted a leader wearing a red safety helmet standing on a large rock. The leader was holding a megaphone and urging the workers with a fierce expression. Below him were the workers, who were busy with their respective tasks of cleaning up and prospecting, resulting in a scene of bustling activity.

As Matthew approached, the leader on the large rock noticed his presence. "Who the hell are you guys? The Yarwoods are in charge here, and outsiders are not allowed to come closer. Get lost!"

His loud scolding drew the attention of all the workers toward Matthew. In an instant, silence descended upon the scene. In no time, a dozen or so burly thugs dressed in black uniforms closed in on Matthew in a menacing manner. "Sir, this is the Yarwoods' territory. Please get out of here at once."

Matthew raised an eyebrow as he looked at them. "Oh? The Yarwoods' territory? If my memory serves me right, this is the ancestral mountain of the Slobs, right? Since when did it become the Yarwoods' territory?"

The faces of the burly men instantly turned gloomy at his words. "Are you f*cking here to cause trouble?"

Matthew shrugged. "I know nothing about causing trouble and all that. I'm just stating the fact, that's all."

Hearing these words, the dozen or so burly men had no intention of wasting any more time arguing with him. "Brat, you're asking for trouble!" As soon as these words were spoken, the man heading them raised his large fist and swung it at Matthew's face, creating a gust of wind with fierce momentum. If an ordinary person were to be hit by this punch, their skull would certainly shatter to pieces.