Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)
Chapter 3254 Naive

Maurice glanced at the young bank governor, who was staring off into space. He couldn't help but worry. Did that kid drink too much and lose his wits? How am I supposed to get anything useful out of him now? he wondered. Still, he decided to give it a shot anyway.

"Say, Jaxon," Maurice began casually, "the Gloam Wing Secret Service is always up to no good, so why are people still willing to fund them?"

Jaxon hiccupped, his glassy eyes struggling to focus. "Hic... Maurice, you think they want to? It's just with all the business wars and chaos, Gloam Wing keeps demanding money. So, they finally had enough and cut ties completely." He leaned in as if sharing a secret, nearly toppling off his chair. "The companies you guys bought... those were the ones funding Gloam Division."

Maurice's eyes widened, a smile tugging at his lips. Well, that was easy! This was beyond his wildest expectations. He'd steeled himself for a night of heavy drinking and subtle prodding, but here was Jaxon, spilling everything after just a few glasses.

As Jaxon slumped over the table, snoring softly, Maurice felt a twinge of pity. Poor kid, he thought. So green, so inexperienced. Two drinks and a couple of questions, and he's an open book.

Maurice gently picked up Jaxon's jacket and draped it over him before calling over the waiter.

"Sir, how may I assist you?" the waiter inquired politely.

"Just the bill, please. How much?"

The waiter glanced at their table, noting the single opened bottle and fruit platters. "Your total comes to 2,107 bucks, sir. The wine was 2,000 bucks, and the fruit was 107 bucks."

"Here, put it on my card," Maurice said, handing over his credit card.

After settling the bill, he turned back to the waiter. "My friend here's had a bit too much. I have something to take care of and can't take him with me right now. Let him sleep here for a bit, and don't disturb him." "Sure thing, sir."

Wearing just a light jacket, Maurice stepped out of the hotel, feeling the cool air hit him. He took a deep breath, finally feeling alive again.

"Man, I envy these young guys who don't give a d*mn about their bodies."

With a sigh, he hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel. All he could think about now was reporting to Mortimer and then collapsing in his room with a steaming cup of wolfberry tea.

Back at the hotel, he found Mortimer waiting for him on the couch.

"Mr. Zedler," Maurice began, "I went through a lot of trouble, but I finally got some solid intel on the Gloam Division's funding sources."

Mortimer's face lit up with a smile, and he gave Maurice an approving nod as if to say, I knew you wouldn't let me down.

However, when he saw Maurice casually sitting across from him, saying nothing more, his patience quickly ran thin.

"You d*mn brat, are you going to tell me or not?"

Noticing Mortimer's hand inching toward his belt, Maurice flinched, realizing he'd pushed his luck too far. "Easy, Mr. Zedler! We're on the same side here!" he said hastily "After an incredibly challenging and complex series of-"

"If you don't get to the point right now, I swear I'll-"

"Alright, alright!" Maurice hurried on, holding up his hands in surrender. "According to my intel, aside from the funds from the Ministry of Defense all of the Gloam Division's money comes from companies under Dominion Bank." He paused, then added, "And guess what? All those companies are under our control now. They usually hand over seven million every month, and the next payment is due in three days."

Upon hearing this, Mortimer's eyes gleamed with thought.

If that's the case, there's a way to use this to our advantage. If we don't open for business, the Gloam Wing won't have any money.