Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3215 Aerial Legion Strikes Back

Back then, this woman had been so pure, so fierce in spirit. Even after years with her first boyfriend, all he managed was holding her hand. However, Kurtis had seized her forcefully, and after a grueling half-month in his private quarters, she had transformed. Gone was the innocent girl, replaced by a seductress draped in revealing attire, her curvy figure accentuated, eyes smoldering with desire, always craving more. "Commander Hale, Aerial Legion is here causing trouble!" The two guards burst in, breathless and agitated.

"Ugh," the woman in the sexy dress moaned softly as Kurtis' grip tightened on her, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

His eyes flared as he snapped at the guards, "What are you standing around for? Gather our forces and take them down!"

The guards, however, remained rooted to the spot, their gazes drawn to the tantalizing glimpse of thigh peeking out from the woman's form-fitting dress. The sight of her fair legs was far more enticing than a brawl. Kurtis' orders seemed to fade into the background for them.

You want us to fight? Fine. But who will face the nightmare that's behind them?

Perhaps realizing his blunder, Kurtis watched the woman in his arms, her blush deepening. He patted her hips dismissively, signaling for her to leave the room.

Once she had left, Kurtis turned to the guards, his demeanor serious. "Is Cyrus here in person?"

"No, sir," one guard replied. "It's just two men in Aerial Legion uniforms."

"What do they want?" Kurtis muttered, rubbing his temples, feeling the pulse of an impending headache.

There was no way they could win in a fight. And if those Aerial Legion officers indeed forced their way in and wiped them out, what then? Given Montiria's current political climate, if Gadel found out, Cyrus might not be punished but rewarded for eliminating the Gloam Wing Secret Service-a "cancer" in their ranks. "They said..."

"What did they say?"

"They're here to arrest someone named Raeford. They claim he murdered someone's parents, dishonored their wife, and seized their property. They want to take him back for questioning," the guard stuttered, nervously relaying the

Aerial Legion's intentions to Kurtis.

Bang!

"What do they take the Gloam Wing Secret Service for, some common rabble?" Kurtis roared, slamming his palm hard against the table beside him. The force of the blow left five deep finger imprints in the solid wood. The guards kept silent wisely, adhering to the unspoken rule of not provoking a superior's wrath.

After contemplating, a sly smile

crept across Kurtis' face. "Very well. I'd like to see just how bold the Aerial Legion is sending just two lackeys here," he scoffed as he stood up and strode toward the courtyard.

However, his calculating mind churned with another thought. What if Cyrus had come with them?

Things could turn messy quickly.

With calculated coolness, he issued a new order to the guards. "Get a nearly dead prisoner from death row, dress him in a Gloam Wing Secret Service uniform, and bring him to the gate." "Yes, sir!" the guards chorused, hurrying to obey.

Outside the Gloam Wing Secret Service command center, the onlooker crowd grew.

Initially nervous, the two Aerial Legion members now stood with confidence, their faces as calm as still waters.

Our general-in-chief has our back. There's no way the Gloam Wing Secret Service would dare make the first move.

They envisioned the imposing figure of their general-in-chief, clad in a black and gold Aerial Legion uniform with python patterns, exuding an aura of authority.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The sound of heavy footsteps grew closer, echoing with every step.

A scowling Kurtis emerged into view,

his expression dark and grim. His voice, laden with menace, cut through the air as he addressed the two men at the command center gate. "So, it's you two who've come to my headquarters demanding my people?"