Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3439

After dinner, Tertius noticed Matthew sitting quietly at the dock's edge, gazing at the water. Curious, he walked over and asked, "Mr. Larden, what are you looking at?"

Matthew, deep in thought, was pulled from his reverie by Tertius' question. He turned and replied, "I'm thinking about the dock's future."

Tertius, intrigued, sat beside him. "Isn't the dock doing just fine now? Is something wrong?"

Matthew's gaze drifted to the lake's surface, his voice barely above a whisper. "This place isn't like back home, where rules mean something. Here, they are just a flimsy illusion, broken at any moment."

"You're worried that the other docks or the Island Watch might attack us?" Tertius quickly grasped what was weighing on Matthew's mind.

"No. I think they've already started moving," Matthew replied, a cold gleam in his eyes. He had sensed the sudden flight of birds in the distance and felt faint tremors in the ground.

Abruptly, Matthew stood up and shouted, "Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The men lounging on the dock fell silent, surprised by the urgency. Yet, trusting Matthew's judgment, they hurried back to retrieve their weapons without question.

"Hide in the woods around the dock, and get ready to hit them hard when they arrive!" Mack growled, anger simmering in his eyes as he relayed Matthew's instructions.

The members of the Veiled Assembly sprang into action, moving stealthily into the wooded area near the dock, all on high alert.

Mack's eyes blazed with fury. They'd always kept to themselves, never competing with or bothering others. And yet here were these lowlifes daring to attack them. If not for Matthew's warning, they would have been sitting ducks on the dock, caught off guard and massacred.

Once hidden in the shadows of the trees, the men took their positions. Those who could climb trees perched themselves seven or eight yards high, while others lay low on the ground, holding their breath and keeping a steely focus on the approach. They were ready to strike hard, proving that the Veiled Assembly wasn't just about manual labor.

In the darkness, Deadeye led the Devil Guild's forces closer to the northern dock. As he scanned the path ahead, a sense of unease crept over him. He glanced back, his voice low and commanding, "Advance cautiously and stay alert. This time, we'll wipe out every last one of them."

Deadeye's chilling words sent a shiver down his men's spines. "Yes, Chief," they responded in unison.

They moved in silence, extinguishing their torches in the dirt to avoid detection.

The closer they drew to the dock, the stronger Deadeye's foreboding grew.

"Chief, we're only a few hundred meters from the northern dock," a Devil Guild scout reported, coming up beside Deadeye. "The scouts say it's completely quiet—seems like they're all fast asleep, no sign of trouble. There's a small grove up ahead where we can hide and prepare before launching our attack." The scout gestured toward the very grove where Mack and the others lay in wait.

Deadeye grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. "Good. Follow me."