Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3177 He's Matthew Larson!

One by one, figures dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, with shiny silver long knives strapped to their backs and precision firearms in their hands, jumped down from all sides. Their guns were raised, the dark muzzles aimed at Matthew and Sylvan. Oswald, sitting in his chair, sneered as the Morley Family's years of trained assassins arrived. The night's outcome was already sealed-Matthew was doomed.

Matthew looked at the black-clad figures surrounding him and then at Oswald. "Old Mr. Morley, don't you know how serious it is to privately possess firearms?"

Wherever one was, having such a large number of weapons was a grave matter. Matthew's gaze under the mask gradually narrowed, wondering how many hidden weapons the Morley Family might have.

"Huh, you're but a coward who hides behind a mask. Who are you to speak so audaciously in my manor? Possessing firearms? Did any of you see it?" Oswald's gaze turned toward the guests on either side, filled with threat. "Oh no, my eyes suddenly went blind!"

"Good Lord, I've caught your blindness! I can't see anything either."

Some guests voiced their disinterest, while others continued eating and drinking as if nothing was happening.

These sly foxes knew full well that if any of them dared to agree with Matthew, they would leave the manor lying and never up again.

Oswald grinned villainously at his guests' reactions. "You see that, kid? No one saw any firearms. Be careful, or I'll accuse you of defamation." Suddenly, he paused, covering his mouth. "I'm so sorry. I forgot you won't be walking out today, you coward hiding behind a mask!"

"Haha, hahaha haha..." Amid the heavy atmosphere, Matthew burst into laughter, making Oswald and his guests think that Matthew had lost his mind. Matthew glanced around at the assassins, and a smile emerged beneath the mask. His hand slowly moved to Bloodreaper, channeling spiritual power. "What are you doing? Drop it!" Eldridge noticed Matthew placing his hand on the sword hilt, and his gut told him to run.

Matthew drew Bloodreaper, no longer wanting to continue the charade. The white sword light cut through the air, and the once-aimed assassins' eyes grew blank.

Thud!

Blood gushed from the assassins' necks. Oswald's previously smug face turned stiff as he stared at the hundreds of assassins he had painstakingly trained, all now lying on the ground.

"Who are you?!" Oswald's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Matthew as if trying to see through the mask.

"Very well, since you want to see my

I'll

face so badly, I'll grant you this dying wish." Matthew chuckled lightly, è slowly removing the mask from his face. The once-restless guests fell silent instantly, and the air fett still.

"That..... That's the Summit Warden!"

"What?! The Summit Warden and the Holy Doctor of Cathay, Matthew Larson, is actually the son of Shane Larson, the King of Northern Territory!"

The guests burst into a tumult as

Oswald showed a look of despair, knowing there was no way his family could turn the tables this time. At that, he roared at his remaining assassins, "Stop him!" and then got up and fled with Eldridge toward the backyard.