Man With Super Medical Skill by 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.

bill, please.

"Your total comes to 2,107 bucks, sir.

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

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

the hotel, feeling the cool air hit him. He took a deep

envy these young guys who don't give a d*mn about their

a cab and headed back to the hotel. All he could think about now was reporting to Mortimer and

the hotel, he found Mortimer waiting

Maurice began, "I went through a lot of trouble, but I finally got some solid intel on the Gloam

an approving nod as if to say, I knew you wouldn't let me

across from him, saying nothing

you going to tell me or