Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3455

The situation had escalated to a point of no return. Even if Allyson wanted to abandon her support for Matthew now, she'd already revealed herself.

With a sidelong glance, she fixed her gaze on Casimir, a deep hatred gleaming in her eyes. She couldn't reveal everything just yet. She had to wait until she was certain she could take down Casimir, the man who had murdered her father.

The Medusa Emissary turned to her, raising his voice. "Miss Ashcroft, I respected you as the daughter of the former governor, but don't throw your left away so recklessly!"

However, Allyson was resolute. "If you're going to fight, stop wasting time and do it."

The Medusa Emissary's face darkened further. He turned to Casimir, saying coldly, "What are you waiting for? You heard her. Get all your men out!"

Casimir hesitated, his face betraying some reluctance. His forces were originally intended to deal with Deadeye and the fools at the Island Watch, not for a confrontation here. But now, he had little choice.

Casimir brought two fingers to his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. Instantly, a flock of birds erupted from the distant forest.

Allyson's face grew grim as she fixed her intense gaze on Casimir. Even if it meant dying that day, she was determined to kill Casimir, this hypocrite who had murdered her father. He had once approached her father with a friendly face, only to strike when his guard was down. Allyson would never forget the sight of her father's death.

Like a tidal wave, members of the Emberhold Syndicate poured out from the forest. A quick glance estimated their numbers at three to four thousand. Casimir usually maintained a visible force of around fifteen hundred at his docks, but now he had revealed an army several times that size. He had been hiding his strength, biding his time.

The emissary turned his gaze to Allyson, his voice dripping with menace. "Miss Ashcroft, this is your last chance. Do you really intend to protect the Veiled Assembly?"

Allyson's soldiers, facing the overwhelming tide of Emberhold Syndicate forces, showed signs of apprehension, their stern expressions faltering under the sheer weight of numbers.

The odds were painfully lopsided. To anyone present, except perhaps Matthew, this battle seemed destined for defeat.

Still, Allyson didn't respond. She simply raised her gun.

Matthew surveyed the approaching horde of Emberhold Syndicate members with a faint smile, showing no hint of concern. Their numbers were nothing compared to the battlefield he'd once faced at the base of Basha's Sacred Mount. In fact, if he chose, this place could become a bloodbath in ten minutes.

The Medusa Emissary sneered, exuding confidence as he taunted Matthew. "Weren't you just threatening to kill me, you piece of trash? Where's that bravado now? Here's the deal: get on your knees, knock your head on the ground a hundred times, and crawl over here like a good little slave. I might just let you live."

Matthew's smile widened, but his eyes held a chilling coldness that sent shivers through those watching. "You truly deserve death."

With those calm words, Matthew sprang into action. His figure blurred, becoming a shadow that appeared before the Medusa Emissary in the span of a single breath. His slender, pale hand reached out with deadly precision, slowly yet deliberately, for the Emissary's neck.

"Move… Move! Why can't I move?!"