Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3449

Hearing the eerie voice, Casimir turned alert, instinctively reaching toward a hidden compartment on his right, where he kept a weapon.

"Relax," the voice said again as a firm hand pinned Casimir's wrist to the bed, the sudden crushing strength making him grim.

The dimly lit room suddenly brightened, and the grip on his wrist released. Casimir rubbed his wrist, glaring at the cloaked figure now standing by the door. The Medusa Emissary, cloaked in black, turned slowly, his eyes an unsettling shade of green that pierced through his mask.

Cold and merciless—that was Casimir's first impression of those eyes.

"And who might you be? Breaking into the Emberhold Syndicate at this hour is hardly polite," Casimir asked, his voice steady but his mind racing.

The fact that this intruder hadn't killed him outright suggested he still had some value or use. Moreover, given the emissary's apparent strength, Casimir knew he was as defenseless as a caged bird. His best option now was to discern the emissary's intentions and find some advantage in the situation.

"Do you really not recognize me?" the Medusa Emissary asked softly, his tone laced with sarcasm.

The realization darkened Casimir's expression. "A member of the Medusa Gang."

"Why did you bother asking who I am then?" The emissary's tone dripped with mocking amusement.

"Then, to what do I owe the honor of your midnight visit, Emissary?" Casimir replied. "If you're here to kill me, then get it over with."

With a defiant glare, Casimir reached under the bed for a hidden dagger and placed it in front of him, spreading his arms and closing his eyes as if prepared to accept his fate.

"You knew perfectly well that if I didn't kill you upon entering, I don't intend to kill you now. But here you are, putting on this fearless act. Why pretend you're ready to die?" the emissary's voice cut in, sharp and taunting. "Alright, enough with the theatrics. I'll cut to the chase, and you will drop the pretense, or I might just kill you after all."

Casimir's expression shifted slightly, and he let go of his act, slipping on a pair of frameless glasses and taking on the appearance of a business tycoon.

"Very well. Please, go on. I am but a humble chief—how can I be of service to you and the Medusa Gang?"

The emissary unfurled a map of the island, pointing to the layout of the northern dock where the Veiled Assembly was based.

"I've reviewed the layout of the northern dock. It's surrounded by the sea on three sides, with only one exit at the back. I assume you understand my intentions?" the emissary said, marking the northern dock on the map and fixing his gaze on Casimir.

Casimir opened his mouth, beginning to spout a rehearsed speech. "But the northern dock and I… we're like family, bound by trust—" he began with feigned conviction, only to stop as he noticed the glint in the emissary's green eyes. Swallowing the rest of his words, he muttered, "That… will require compensation."

The Medusa Emissary's eyes glinted with ruthless intent, followed by a sly smile. "Agreed."