Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3448

The Medusa Emissary's assumption was spot-on: Casimir couldn't sleep.

After returning to the dock with his men, Casimir lay on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to quiet his mind, replaying the events of the night.

In Casimir's original plan, eliminating Deadeye should have secured his dominance over the island. Yet not only had he failed to deal with Deadeye himself, but the once-insignificant northern dock had also risen in strength.

Frustrated, Casimir sat up. "Someone, bring in the scout from earlier tonight!" he called, grabbing a cloak and draping it over his shoulders.

If anyone had looked closely, they'd see his slender frame was deceptive; beneath his clothes lay well-defined muscles. This sight would shock most on the island, where rumors painted Casimir as a frail but shrewd leader of the Emberhold Syndicate, a reputation that had lured many into underestimating him. Over the years, he'd survived close to a hundred assassination attempts. Only those who tried—and failed—would know his true strength.

"Chief," a scout entered, kneeling before Casimir. He had been among those observing the events in the shadows and had witnessed everything.

"Tell me exactly what happened," Casimir demanded, his gaze steely.

"Last night, Devil Guild's chief, Deadeye, led a thousand men to attack the Veiled Assembly. But it seemed as if the Veiled Assembly had anticipated it—they ambushed the Devil Guild in a small grove near the dock. The Devil Guild was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses."

The apprehension in Casimir's eyes eased slightly. "So, they didn't confront the Devil Guild head-on?"

"That's correct, sir."

The scout's report seemed to lighten the weight on Casimir's shoulders. The pressure Matthew had placed on him started to lessen, and Casimir finally breathed a bit easier.

"By tomorrow evening, I want a full background report on that man. I want to know where he's from and every detail about him," Casimir ordered, casting a heavy, oppressive gaze on his subordinate.

"Yes, Chief!"

As the scout left, Casimir lay back down, feeling a little more relaxed. Yet, the enigma of Matthew still lingered in his mind, and the pressure hadn't completely lifted. Matthew's power was something Casimir struggled to gauge.

"It seems I'll need more testing to get my answers," Casimir muttered to himself with a sigh. He needed to understand this potential enemy. A hidden adversary was always more dangerous than one out in the open.

Plans began to take shape in Casimir's mind. He refused to believe that someone who had only been on the island for a month could impede his ambitions. Not even the old island governor could… He shook his head sharply, driving away the intrusive thought. The old governor died of natural causes—I had nothing to do with it!

Just as Casimir settled back under his covers, a sharp, mocking voice echoed within his room. "Casimir Falkrenn, chief of the Emberhold Syndicate, the infamous 'smiling tiger.' Can you really sleep easy with an enemy at your doorstep?"