Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3308

Barnaby was taken aback, unsure if he'd heard right. Hesitant, he asked, "Dad, are you really saying I have to compete with those lowlifes?"

In the past, whenever Barnaby mentioned such matters, Glaucus would tell him to go to the butler and cut off the funds for the Martial League. By the afternoon, the vice president would come running to beg for mercy. But this time, his father hadn't mentioned going to the butler at all.

Noticing his son's confusion, Glaucus sighed and explained, "Barney, let me teach you something. When you have a firm grip on your enemy's lifeline, you can be as arrogant as you want. But when that lifeline turns into something insignificant, like a strand of hair, there's no need to keep holding on. It won't make them submit—it'll just enrage them."

Barnaby left the room, still puzzled.

In the quiet study, Glaucus continued his solitary chess game.

"What will your next move be, Matthew Larson?" he murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the room.

Glaucus wasn't just playing chess with himself; his gameboard was the city of Dewsbury, and everyone in it was his pawn. He was constantly analyzing and deducing what Matthew's next move would be.

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On a bustling street in Dewsbury, Matthew walked ahead, followed by Shawn, who was practically bouncing with excitement. Shawn's hands were full of snacks and street food.

"Boss, boss! Look at this; it's so realistic!" Shawn suddenly called out, squatting down in front of a small street vendor.

Matthew turned to look. The stand was filled with meticulously crafted figurines—characters like Peppa Pig, Mickey Mouse, and Spider-Man—icons beloved by children.

The vendor, a cheerful elderly man in his sixties with thick glasses, smiled at them. "If none of these catch your eye, I can make one to order—same price for a custom piece."