Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3301 The Watson Family Heir

Cole's mother finally let out a long sigh of relief, tears streaming down her face. Dear, our son has found a good teacher. Please, watch over him...

Matthew helped Cole to his feet and looked at him with a serious expression. "Now that you've called me your teacher, you must be prepared to endure hardship."

Cole nodded earnestly, determination clear in his eyes. "I can handle any hardship."

At that, Matthew turned to Cole's mother and said, "It's getting late. Tomorrow morning, have Cole come find me at the Martial League. Just tell the gatekeeper you're looking for Matthew Larson." As Matthew began walking away, Cole shouted after him, "Sir, take care!"

A small smile tugged at Matthew's lips. This boy... he's got potential. While Cole might not have much worldly knowledge, his perseverance and devotion to his mother were traits that most people lacked. Now, with those two traits, he could easily develop everything else, especially under Matthew's personal guidance. But even just by following Matthew around, Cole's eyes would be opened to a broader world.

Iris at the foot of Basha's Sacred Mount or the chase through the high seas near Dornia. Any one

car outside the residential area but noticed Shawn wasn't inside. So, he reached for his phone to call but suddenly heard

to see

to a

the ground in pain. As he walked over, Shawn gave him a quick rundown of what had happened, and he gazed slightly wide-eyed at the Watson Family's young scion lying among the groaning men. Matthew hadn't expected the young scion

gazing at his fearful eyes, Matthew asked Shawn, "What did you do to him? He looks

dislocated his arms, and that's how

softly,

you is named Matthew Larson. If they want revenge, they can come find me. If they're too scared..." His gaze darkened, death filling his eyes as he continued in a cold voice, "Come here again looking for trouble, and

he spoke, an overwhelming malice erupted from Matthew's body, his clothes fluttering as if caught in an unseen wind. It was the kind of aura forged from countless life-or-death battles, something that even a fellow grandmaster like Mortimer would find impressive. However, for

the air-the Watson heir soiled himself in his