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.

lights of Ore Island came alive in

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

arrogantly at the center of the arena, his chest bare. Before him lay a lifeless, blood-soaked body-his warm-up, using the corpse of

packed with spectators, eagerly 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,

the

white, looking

to

he might be too afraid to show up

scared of Dominic's threats and came

arena, his gaze calm as he locked eyes with Dominic. His white

starkly against

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

silence, momentarily lost

scene.

brief

were-the Western Montiria Islands, a notorious gray

the most wanted criminals could walk freely, untouched by

he wear white in a place like this-the

as he

he sneered, "I thought you'd be too scared to

respond. His silence speaks volumes; his calm demeanor seemed to speak louder than words ever

face twisted with