Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3239 Pursuit

"Yo, Matthew, sup?" Shawn's energetic voice came through as the call connected, filling Matthew with a pang of envy. There was a time when he, too, had Shawn's level of energy. Now, however, he was bogged down by a mountain of paperwork. He thought of Blake and the elder's face full of wrinkles. The fact that such a powerful figure had aged so visibly was certainly not without reason.

Alas, young Matthew hadn't considered the existence of a position called a secretary-someone who could handle all the work.

If there was work, the secretary would do it; if not...

Shaking off those frustrating thoughts, Matthew spoke up. "Shawn, I need you to find Caspian Babington and take the route through the Balira Sea. Head straight for the Dornia waters. You'll need to intercept several ships; Prince Garrett of Montiria is on board one of them. Take the Stormbringer and set out immediately."

Shawn's excitement was palpable through the phone. "Got it, boss! Don't worry, I'll bring back not just the prince, but I could even tie up Gadel for you if you want!"

Matthew's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Shawn, come see me in my office when you get back. We need to have a little chat."

"Boss? Hello? I think the signal's cutting out..." Shawn trailed off, and the call ended.

the nearly finished stack of paperwork. Rubbing his temples, he pulled out a silver needle, gently pierced the acupoint between his brows, and then leaned back in his chair, planning to take a short break. The past

to collect the completed documents. Seeing Matthew slumped over, they froze in shock, and moments

rendered

brimming with enthusiasm. He surveyed the calm sea and the seagulls

billowed in the sea breeze, with

was directing the

face. He turned to the curious sailors and said, "Don't mind him. He's got a few screws

sailors lost interest and returned to their

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up there, or you'll end up taking a bath in seagull droppings,"

it's just a few seagulls. They wouldn't dare—" Suddenly, Shawn felt something wet and slimy land in his mouth. It had a salty,

leaping down to rinse his mouth furiously, then continued

all the shrimp and seafood he had eaten earlier, Shawn glared at the circling seagulls overhead, their occasional white droppings falling from