Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3405

"Hahaha, Mr. Summit Warden, it's just a little personal hobby, nothing more," Stellan chuckled awkwardly under Matthew's suspicious gaze.

"But honestly, Mr. Summit Warden, I wouldn't recommend going to the West Montiria Islands," Stellan's expression turned serious as he rummaged through his desk, eventually pulling out a nautical chart and spreading it on the table.

"Mr. Larson, the West Montiria Islands are deep in the west ocean. Let's not even talk about their strength for now. As the Summit Warden of the Martial League, if you go there alone, everyone will be worried. But if we send a unit to escort you, by the time you arrive, there might only be a couple of grunts left standing." Stellan circled an area on the map far from the mainland.

The West Montiria Islands were at least ten thousand nautical miles from the coast. If anything happened at that distance, help from afar would be useless.

"But I have to go," Matthew replied. "As the hall master of Virtue Hall, if I don't take action when our supplies are lost, then I don't deserve this position."

Matthew's determination made Stellan nod in agreement. "If you're set on going, I've already mapped out a plan," he said, pulling out a list with four names on it.

Matthew glanced at Stellan, a hint of approval in his eyes. This guy was indeed presidential material, thinking ahead and making preparations just from a brief conversation.

Stellan handed Matthew the list, explaining, "Pontus Mirren, the patriarch of the Mirren Family, is a grandmaster and someone you personally saved—he's reliable. Shawn, well, he's one of your own. Then there's the deputy captain; having him along could be useful for certain tasks. Lastly, Errol Hervey, the vice president of Dewsbury—he's shrewd and can smooth over a lot of trouble."

Stellan detailed why he had chosen each person, explaining that taking five people wouldn't cause too much trouble—at most, they'd spend a bit of cash to grease the wheels.

As Matthew scanned the list, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was like gearing up for a raid. After some thought, he set the list down and spoke softly to Stellan, "Your arrangement is nearly perfect. But sometimes, the more flawless a plan seems, the bigger the potential loopholes. Those pirates likely saw that the ship belonged to the Marine Corps. If I'm not mistaken, there's more going on here than just a simple hijacking. I'll go alone."

Matthew's decision brought a troubled look to Stellan's face. "You're a grandmaster, so I'm not worried about your abilities. But what if you fall into a trap or an ambush? I don't think Elder Carr would be at ease with you taking this risk."

A faint smile appeared on Matthew's lips as he lightly tapped the edge of the table. The corner was sliced off as if by a supremely sharp blade, the cut so smooth it looked like it was meant to be that way, without the slightest roughness.

Stellan's eyes filled with shock. If Matthew had used a sword or some weapon to accomplish this, it wouldn't have been surprising—such power was expected of a grandmaster. But Matthew had done it with just the touch of his finger. His strength had clearly reached an extraordinary level.

In a calm tone, Matthew said to Stellan, "When I go to the West Montiria Islands, if all goes well, I'll recover the supplies and try to establish control there. If not… then that place won't need to exist anymore!"