Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3449 Negotiation

Hearing the eerie voice, Casimir turned alert, instinctively reaching toward a hidden compartment on his right, where he kept a weapon. "Relax," the voice said again as a firm hand pinned Casimir's wrist to the bed, the sudden crushing strength making him grim.

The dimly lit room suddenly brightened, and the grip on his wrist released. Casimir rubbed his wrist, glaring at the cloaked figure now standing by the door. The Medusa Emissary, cloaked in black, turned slowly, his eyes an unsettling shade of green that pierced through his mask.

Cold and merciless-that was Casimir's first impression of those eyes.

"And who might you be? Breaking into the Emberhold Syndicate at this hour is hardly polite," Casimir asked, his voice steady but his mind racing.

The fact that this intruder hadn't killed him outright suggested he still had some value or use. Moreover, given the emissary's apparent strength, Casimir knew he was as defenseless as a caged bird. His best option now was to discern the emissary's intentions and find some advantage in the situation.

"Do you really not recognize me?" the Medusa Emissary asked softly, his tone laced with sarcasm.

Casimir's expression. "A member of the

bother asking who I am then?" The emissary's tone dripped with

to what do I owe the honor of your midnight visit, Emissary?" Casimir replied. "If you're here to kill me, then get it

reached under the bed for a hidden dagger and placed it in front of him, spreading his

Why pretend you're ready to die?" the emissary's voice cut in, sharp and taunting. "Alright, enough with the theatrics. I'll cut

expression shifted slightly, and he let go of his act, slipping on a pair of frameless glasses and taking on

chief-how can I

to the layout of the northern

reviewed the layout

dock. It's surrounded by

I assume you understand my intentions?" the emissary said, marking

family, bound by trust he began with feigned conviction, only to stop