Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 1914

Gregory nodded. "Yep. Shane was the King of the Northern Territory. Invincible, everyone said he was. Legends have it that he was powerful enough to challenge Percival Shawcross. The Larsons were powerful-almost every single member of the family was talented. They could've become Cathay's top family. Wiping them out required a more... cunning tactic. Lord Voodoo cursed the Larsons and robbed them of their power. That was how the Larsons were wiped out."

Matthew's eyes flared with rage. He knew Lord Voodoo was involved in the massacre, but this was more than he imagined. He killed my whole clan. Murderous fury engulfed his heart, and he balled his fists. "Lord Voodoo!" hissed Matthew through gritted teeth.

"Oh, right." Gregory remembered something. "Silva is probably also in contact with Martin Newmont, the King of Rivenia."

The look on Matthew's face changed. "And how do you know that?" Ambrose brought Martin up back when he talked about the Larson massacre. Martin was one of the suspected masterminds behind that massacre, according to Ambrose.

"Shane sent me to Rivenia once for official business," Gregory answered. "When I met up with Silva, I also ran into Martin's men. But one call from Silva, and all of Martin's men backed off. I've suspected them to be working together since then."

Matthew clenched his fists and nodded slowly. "Martin Newmont, the King of Rivenia. He shall answer to me as well."

Gregory stared at Matthew, guilt filling his eyes, and a sigh escaped his lips. Quietly, he said, "Your father was a great man, Matthew. He helped me in more ways than I could imagine. What I did to them... The guilt still lives on in me, tormenting me all these years. I never thought there'd be a survivor, but then you showed up. To think I'd get to see you... I can die with no regrets now."

His apology earned him nothing but an icy look. "Stop the pity talk, Huntington. I told you I can't save you. And even if I could-which I couldn't—I wouldn't. Not after what you did to my clan. Don't try to beg for any mercy, for I shall spare none."

Gregory smiled bitterly. "I know you wouldn't believe me, but I had no choice. I infiltrated the Larson Family under someone's orders. An intelligence mission, so to speak. So, I gathered all kinds of intelligence and provided all of them to Silva. But eventually, I realized your father was genuinely trying to help me. I... I did consider stopping my mission, but Silva threatened me. He said he would reveal my true identity if I stopped working for him. Your family would destroy me if they knew. I-I was scared. I had to do it, but the guilt has been torturing me ever since. Forgiveness is a luxury for me, especially your forgiveness. All I'm trying to say is... I'm happy that the Larsons still have at least one surviving member."

He was starting to cough up blood, but Gregory ignored it. With a trembling voice, he said, "Stonedale. Lord Voodoo is in... Stonedale. Has... a lair there. I-In Granville. Northwest... of Enneaton. There's a... small courtyard... He is probably... hiding there."