Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3455 You Truly Deserve Death

The situation had escalated to a point of no return. Even if Allyson wanted to abandon her support for Matthew now, she'd already revealed herself.

With a sidelong glance, she fixed her gaze on Casimir, a deep hatred gleaming in her eyes. She couldn't reveal everything just yet. She had to wait until she was certain she could take down Casimir, the man who had murdered her father. The Medusa Emissary turned to her, raising his voice. "Miss Ashcroft, I respected you as the daughter of the former governor, but don't throw your left away so recklessly!"

However, Allyson was resolute. "If you're going to fight, stop wasting time and do it."

The Medusa Emissary's face darkened further. He turned to Casimir, saying coldly, "What are you waiting for? You heard her. Get all your men out!"

Casimir hesitated, his face betraying some reluctance. His forces were originally intended to deal with Deadeye and the fools at the Island Watch, not for a confrontation here. But now, he had little choice.

Casimir brought two fingers to his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. Instantly, a flock of birds erupted from the distant forest.

Allyson's face grew grim as she fixed her intense gaze on Casimir. Even if it meant dying that day, she was determined to kill Casimir, this hypocrite who had murdered her father. He had once approached her father with a friendly face, only to strike when his guard was down. Allyson would never forget the sight of her father's death.

usually maintained a visible force

Allyson, his voice dripping with menace. "Miss Ashcroft, this is your last chance.

forces, showed signs of apprehension, their stern expressions faltering under the sheer weight of

odds were painfully lopsided. To anyone present, except perhaps

respond. She

Matthew surveyed the approaching

Syndicate members with

nothing compared

hint of concern. Their

once

fact, if he chose,

piece of trash? Where's that bravado now? Here's the deal: get on your knees, knock your head on the ground a hundred times, and crawl over here like a good little slave. I might

widened, but his eyes held a chilling coldness

those calm words,