Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3132 A Pack of Rash Idiots

From atop a tree over ten yards high, Matthew could see Alton's situation clearly and wondered if the person was a fool, ambushing him with only a small group.

Since Matthew was standing high in the tree and Alton was cautiously lying on the ground, Matthew didn't recognize him as Alton.

"Attack!"

Battle cries erupted from behind as tens of thousands of Montiria soldiers pursued and engaged in fierce combat with the Feather Army.

In Alton's small grove, one of his subordinates, watching the slaughter ahead, asked, "Boss, they're already fighting. Should we join in?"

Alton shook his head, cast a disdainful glance at his subordinate, and whispered, "I keep telling you to read more and not waste your time on theoretical nuclear bomb designs. Look how stupid you sound now! In this situation, you should let them fight it out first. Once they're both severely weakened, we can step in and reap the benefits!"

The subordinate looked at Alton with admiration, impressed that he could come up with such a complex strategy. He also thought about the article he had studied for three months and how he only needed thirty grams of uranium-235, about the size of a baseball, to start making nuclear weapons.

In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of Montiria soldiers had fallen without even needing Matthew to step in.

"They've just finished fighting the enemy. They must be exhausted now. Let's go!" Alton roared, leading his three thousand men out of the forest to kill Matthew.

The next moment, countless dark gun barrels were aimed at Alton and his three thousand subordinates.

"Boss, shouldn't we suggest that everyone put down their weapons in this situation?" The earlier subordinate had quietly approached Alton, wiping the sweat from his forehead and asking.

"Get lost with your nonsense! Don't make me laugh now!" Alton kicked the subordinate aside. At this moment, the enemy had the upper hand. Why would they foolishly engage in close combat?

Matthew continued to observe the group from the tree, growing increasingly familiar with their leader. Then, it hit him. That was Alton from Thorneville!

Matthew scrutinized the people across from him with suspicion. Wasn't this kid Delmont's lackey back then? Why is he now lying ambush against me?

To avoid any misunderstanding, Matthew jumped down from the tree and gracefully landed between the Feather Army and Alton.

"Sir, it seems these people are also laying an ambush against us. Should we..." The leader made a gesture across his neck.

"Not yet," Matthew instructed the

leader, then turned to Alton, who

was glaring at him with hatred as if he wanted to devour him, making Matthew even more bewildered. "Alton, what are you doing here?"

As soon as Matthew spoke, Alton roared in anger, "Matthew Larson! You killed my leader and turned all of Thorneville into a sea of flames. How dare you ask me what I'm here for?!" His eyes reddened as he continued to curse,

Alton's eyes reddened, and he began cursing vehemently. "I, Alton Thorne, will never rest until you're destroyed. I wish to tear you apart and turn you into ashes! Today, we will settle our deep-seated grudge right here!"

BUMS

Matthew looked at Alton, who seemed ready to bite him, with a baffled expression. What is this kid talking about? Didn't I send Delmont to fetch that monk back? I've even financed the reconstruction of Thorneville on the original site's back mountain! What deep-seated hatred is he talking about?

"Hold up!"