Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3243 At Death's Doorstep

With the enemy's advance into the Dornia Sea, Caspian and the crown prince would be left incapable of making any move.

Should they decide to kill Garrett, the consequences would likely entangle not just themselves but also Matthew and the Babington Family. Besides, they were already walking a tightrope. Despite Cathay's well-known protective stance, they would have to account for their actions on the global stage.

The Stormbringer sped across the waves toward Garrett's escort ship, moving through the water like a flash of lightning. Aboard the escort ship, Garrett's face was etched with desperation as he watched the Stormbringer approaching with relentless speed. "How much longer until we reach the Dornia Sea? We need to speed up!" he demanded, his voice tinged with desperation. Meanwhile, the scarred navigator, with his cracked lips whispering frantic figures, remained absorbed in his calculations. "Three nautical miles..."

"Two point seven nautical miles..."

"Two point five nautical miles..."

A sudden realization struck Garrett, and his eyes widened with alarm. He grabbed the scarred man by the shoulder and barked, "Get in touch with the Dornia Sea border patrol right now! Let them know it's Prince Garrett of Montiria who's calling!" Garrett had crossed paths with the commander of Dornia's border defense during a grand banquet. If anyone had the power to change their current circumstances, it was definitely him.

As he fumbled with his phone, he couldn't help but curse the spotty signal over the vast expanse of the ocean. While punching in the number for the patrol officer, his hands trembled, and his pulse raced with every tick of the clock. Consumed by anxiety, he handed the phone to the scarred man, even though he was the one on the line.

Garrett's voice was desperate and strained. "Patrol officer, it's Garrett. I'm under

calm, reassuring voice responded, "Prince Garrett, rest easy.

scarred man and

escort ship surged

of power it

toward the

Dornia. Meanwhile, dark silhouette

form on

horizon-Dornia's border defense

to block

reached a boiling point. His teeth clenched as he roared, "They can't get away! Fire the

Caspian, though young, calculated

experience, he knew the chance of hitting the escort ship was as uncertain as a coin toss. "Set the main

the escort ship. Garrett, his eyes bloodshot with tension, stared at