Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3498 The Deathmatch

Orla's words struck Toliver like a thunderclap, reverberating in his mind with an intensity he couldn't shake. Cold sweat soaked his back as he stood frozen in place.

She wasn't just speaking to him-she was reminding him not to focus on the surface. A wave of unease and realization washed over him. He nodded, his voice steady but heavy. "I'll remember your guidance, governor."

Orla picked up a plum from the table with delicate fingers, popping it into her mouth. The sweet and sour taste made her squint slightly in pleasure.

"Mm... go prepare," she said casually as if the matter were insignificant.

Prepare?

Toliver looked up, confusion clouding his eyes as he glanced at Orla.

"We're going to the deathmatch tonight, and of course," she replied casually, "not in my role as the governor."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Governor, isn't there some risk in us going together? The Deathmatch arena has always been the Viper Crew's stronghold. It might be dangerous for us to walk in uninvited, don't you think?"

She shook her head, a playful smile curving her lips. "If I went as the island's governor, tonight's spectacle wouldn't be nearly as interesting," she replied, implying there was more to it.

Toliver hesitated but quickly nodded. "Understood, governor. I'll prepare right away."

He turned to leave, and Orla remained seated in the living room, absentmindedly placing another plum in her mouth.

"Interesting..." she murmured, her gaze distant.

the lights of Ore Island came alive

circle surrounded the arena, rising from bottom to top, allowing spectators to get a clear view from every angle. In the center lay

the arena, his chest bare. Before him lay a lifeless, blood-soaked body-his warm-up, using the

awaiting the arrival of the mysterious Matteo. The question on everyone's mind was whether he would show up to face Dominic, who had issued the challenge, or if he would bow to the Viper Crew's threats. Suddenly, murmurs rippled through the crowd, followed by a

voice from the crowd

white, looking

here to

thought he might be too afraid to show

necessarily. Maybe he's scared of Dominic's threats and came here

his gaze calm as

starkly against

extremes colliding. The sight was so striking that the crowd fell

silence, momentarily lost

scene.

brief moment,

they were-the Western Montiria Islands, a notorious

this place, even the most wanted criminals

he wear white in a place like this-the heart of the gray

grinned savagely as he saw

you'd

silence speaks volumes; his calm demeanor seemed to speak louder than

twisted with