Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1912

Matthew smirked. "You sure know how to twist things around, Gregory. Don't assume that I don't know what you tried to do. You said you took some medicine out to try and suppress the cursed bugs inside you, eh? Hah! You took them out because you wanted to transfer the cursed bugs to someone else, right?"

Gregory's expression changed yet again. He looked awkward and uncomfortable.

Matthew ignored him and continued, "You took Macon with you when you fled because you knew that based on your medical expertise, you had no way of extracting a fully grown cursed bug out of your body, so your only option was to transfer the bug to someone else. You brought Macon with you because you wanted him to be the new host instead. You wanted to transfer the cursed bugs inside you to him so that you could stay alive. Then, as you were preparing what you needed to do the transfer, Macon pushed you off the cliff. He took the medicine you prepared and transferred the cursed bugs that were inside him to you instead. That's why you ended up in this state, am I right?"

Gregory was as pale as a sheet as he uttered through gritted teeth, "Hmph. That's right. I lied to you, but so what? Does that mean Macon is a righteous man?"

Matthew snorted. "Macon isn't a righteous man, but neither are you. In reality, Lord Voodoo and the two of you are all birds of a feather. You three are all selfish and suspicious of one another. It's not surprising that the situation came to this."

Gregory had a nasty expression on his face as he growled, "Larson, I don't need you to lecture me. Don't you want to go after Lord Voodoo and Macon? Here's a word of advice. Hurry up and go after them. Lord Voodoo took the entire Stargulf's fruit with him. He must be looking for a place to consume them. Once he gains all of Falconn's power... Hah! You'll be doomed!"

However, Gregory suddenly had a thought and began chortling. "It's not a bad thing if you die at Lord Voodoo's hands. Either way, you're both my enemies. It doesn't matter to me who dies first. Hahaha... Matthew Larson, I'll be dead soon enough, but the thought of the two of you engaging in a fatal duel in the future makes me so happy!"

Matthew's expression remained unchanged as he asked plainly, "Where did Lord Voodoo and Macon head off to?"

"How would I know where Lord Voodoo went?" Gregory shot back. "I ran off with Macon and Lord Voodoo didn't come after us. He must have left the forest by now. Macon ran off in that direction less than half an hour ago. You might catch up to him if you leave now!"

Matthew glanced in the direction where Gregory was pointing but he didn't leave. Instead, he sat down beside Gregory.

Macon wasn't that important to him now. The more pressing concern was Lord Voodoo.

Lord Voodoo had the entire Stargulf's fruit with him, which could undoubtedly lead to serious trouble in the near future. Matthew looked at Gregory and said grimly, "I have a question, Gregory."

"What is it?" Gregory was taken aback.

Matthew took a deep breath and asked, "You still remember Shane Larson, the King of Northern Territory, right?"

Gregory's expression changed at once.

He stared at Matthew in fear. Traces of pain and regret flickered in his eyes.

"Over a decade ago, the Larsons of the Northern Territory were all executed. Who did that?" Matthew pressed in a deep, heavy voice. Gregory looked terrified as he stammered, "I-I don't know... I... don't know..."

"What are you afraid of, Gregory? You're about to die anyway. Why are you afraid of talking about what happened that year?" Matthew pressed icily. Gregory froze. It was as if he abruptly recalled the state he was in right now. Suddenly, his eyes flashed as he seemed to have made up his mind.