Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3213 The Rise of Aerial Legion

The two letters, emblazoned on the plaque, were robust and vigorous, exuding an otherworldly aura. The strokes were bold and unrestrained, like a wild stallion galloping freely across an open plain. They seemed to pulse with lethal intent, even etched in wood, like a sword poised to strike.

Cyrus swirled his cloak and turned to face the murmuring crowd. His eyes were sharp, his presence commanding.

"From this day forth, Aerial Legion is officially established," he declared, his voice resonating with unshakable authority. "We will succeed where the Gloam Wing Secret Service has failed and surpass them in every way. We'll do even better on any task they manage to accomplish. No task is beyond us, not even handling those worthless dogs themselves. By royal decree, we are granted the power to act first and answer later. Is that understood?"

The onlookers stood stunned, their eyes darting between Cyrus and the newly mounted plaque.

Could this new Aerial Legion differ from the corrupt Gloam Wing Secret Service they had come to despise?

As the crowd exchanged doubtful glances, a man in tattered clothing stepped forward. His hair was a tangled mess, like a bird's nest. His eye sockets were sunken, dark bags hanging heavily beneath them, and a scraggly beard covered his chin. Without hesitation, he fell to his knees before Cyrus.

"Your Excellency," he began, his voice trembling with emotion, "I am but a humble citizen. I accuse a member of the Gloam Wing Secret Service of murdering my parents, dishonoring my wife, and seizing my family's property. I beg you, please seek justice for my family!" The man's desperate plea ignited a fresh wave of murmurs among the crowd, and some began to recognize him.

"His face looks familiar. Isn't he the one who used to hand out bread and milk to the poor and build shelters in the slums?"

that you mention

why I hadn't seen him doing good deeds lately. So, this is what became of

Wing Secret Service

Wing Secret Service filled the crowd with seething rage, their expressions twisted, with hatred. It was the kind of hatred that demanded

entrance, his face unreadable. The anger in

now? Were all those grand

all the same. Looks like this poor man

our so-called 'Majesty' really going to stand by and watch the Gloam Wing Secret Service torment the

this newly established Aerial Legion department possibly stand against the immense power of the

Moore, still

faces of his parents flashed before his eyes. Tears the size of beads fell from the corners of his eyes, striking the ground. Memories of his parents' agonized expressions as they were brutally beaten to death

violated her echoed in

mind.

thin lips parted. His voice boomed across the courtyard, startling everyone. "Stand

heads