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.

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

reached for his phone to call

to

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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 to be so reckless,

in front of the scion, gazing at his fearful eyes, Matthew asked Shawn, "What did you do to

his arms, and that's

sighed softly,

Go back and tell your family that the one who did this to 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

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

filled the air-the Watson heir soiled himself in his unconscious