Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3502 A Desperate Plea

In the dimly lit expanse of the Life-and-Death Arena, Matthew stood resolute, his posture commanding as he faced Dominic, who now appeared more a shadow of himself than the proud man he had once been.

"You should never-under any circumstance-have insulted my wife," Matthew stated, his tone glacial. His piercing gaze bore into Dominic's, the weight of his words cutting deeper than any blade.

Dominic, once known as Redrod, was utterly devoid of his former arrogance. Blood seeped from the corner of his lips as he struggled to lift his head. The defiance that once burned in his eyes had been replaced by desperation. Swallowing hard, his voice trembled as he spoke.

"I was wrong... I shouldn't have crossed you," he croaked. "I'll call you my boss. I'll follow you. Just... spare my life!"

A faint, almost mocking smile touched Matthew's lips. He took a deliberate step closer, his tone steady and ice-cold.

"Do you even know where you are?" he asked, gesturing toward the earth beneath them. The dark, crimson-stained ground told its own grim story, a silent witness to countless battles fought to the bitter end.

The realization dawned on Dominic like a thunderclap. This arena, where he had once reveled in violence, was now poised to become his grave. Despair flickered across his face, but madness soon consumed it. Snarling, he glared at Matthew, his voice rising in a desperate roar.

"I'm a member of the Viper Crew! If you touch me, they'll never let you live! We have millions of members-each of them could drown you with a single spit!"

Even as the threat left his lips, Dominic's expression shifted again. His eyes widened, and a flicker of hope ignited within them. A crooked smile crept across his face as he pointed toward the platform above.

"Matthew, look! My people are here!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with excitement.

their commanding presence silencing the crowd. At their forefront stood a young man, sharp-eyed and resolute, his

the arena,

the spectators like a

filth? What do they mean?" one gambler muttered

man, clearly distraught, gripped the edge of his seat. "What's happening?

young man on the platform continued,

every turn. Instead of leading, he indulged in unspeakable cruelty-murdering hundreds to feed his grotesque obsession

flowers."

as the speaker's voice grew

comrades, with reckless abandon. For his actions, I now declare him expelled from the Viper

in ruins. The

face the Crew's severest punishment-three blades, six holes, and three hundred sixty

a chill through the

that even mean?" one man asked, his voice

paled visibly. "It means... death

on her lips. Her

sordid little drama," she remarked, her

his face blank but his eyes betraying resignation. For him, Matthew's