Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3447 Casimir's Retreat

"Safe journey back, Chief Falkrenn. It's awfully dark-don't trip and fall now," Matthew said, giving Casimir a friendly pat on the shoulder.

"Of course, of course," Casimir chuckled awkwardly, quickly turning away and making his retreat. Once he reached the cover of the distant trees, his face twisted into a scowl. "Boss, are we heading back now?" one of the Emberhold Syndicate members asked Casimir quietly.

"What do you think? Are you itching to start a fight with them?" After a quick assessment, Casimir had noticed that the Veiled Assembly had suffered minimal damage, and their morale was riding high. Starting trouble now would be like asking for a beating in a dark alley. "Let's head back. We'll deal with this another time."

Casimir's only thought was to retreat and regroup. Deadeye's fall, along with the Devil Guild's exposed connection to the Medusa Gang, had been an embarrassment too large to ignore. He'd be sure to capitalize on the power vacuum the Devil Guild's collapse had left behind, no matter the cost.

Watching Casimir's retreating figure, Mack turned to Matthew. "Are we really just letting him walk away?"

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