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.

fell, the lights of Ore Island came alive in a

southernmost tip of the island stood the deathmatch arena, designed in an ancient Roman style. Seating arranged in a circle surrounded the arena, rising from bottom to top, allowing spectators to get a clear view from every angle. In the center lay the blood-soaked arena floor, its dark red soil releasing the faint, unmistakable scent of blood-standing in sharp contrast to the surrounding

him lay a lifeless, blood-soaked body-his warm-up, using the corpse of an unfortunate soul as

would show up to face Dominic, who had issued the challenge, or if he would bow to the Viper

the

white, looking sharp-it's

here to face

thought he might be too afraid to show

he's scared of Dominic's threats and came

calm as he locked

starkly

sight was so striking that the crowd fell into a

silence, momentarily lost

scene.

a brief moment, the

were-the Western Montiria Islands,

At this place, even the most wanted criminals could

he wear white in a place like

grinned savagely as

you'd be too scared to show

didn't respond. His silence speaks volumes; his calm demeanor seemed to speak louder than words

face twisted with fury.