Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"I trust you know what to do," Glaucus said softly, his gaze fixed on the servant before him.

The servant's body trembled, his face turning as pale as a sheet of paper. He knew exactly what Glaucus meant-Glaucus wanted him to take his own life. His family was in Glaucus' hands, and if he disobeyed, Glaucus had a hundred ways to make their lives worse than death.

"I... understand," the servant replied, his voice filled with bitterness as he bowed deeply. "I'll go to the police and confess that I was behind everything that happened in that neighborhood. By tomorrow morning, the whole of Dewsbury will hear the news, and then you can naturally raise the price."

Glaucus lowered his eyes, his voice steady but cold. "No, you only need to do one thing. Find the current owner of the neighborhood and tell him you're willing to offer 500 million. You'll need to wear a mask the entire time. If anyone discovers your identity... well, make sure no one does, or..."

He picked up a photo from his desk and placed it in front of the servant. "Such a cute little girl. It'd be a shame if... something unfortunate happened to her."

The servant's eyes widened in horror as he stared at the photo, his voice hoarse with fear as he pleaded. "Mr. Mirren, I swear no one will find out who I am. I only ask that, after I'm gone, you let them go."

Late at night, Slick was lounging in his shabby apartment, flirting shamelessly with a heavily made-up woman.

The deal with Matthew had put Slick in an exceptionally good mood. After all, the thorny issue of that old, unsellable neighborhood was finally being taken care of.

"Hey, baby, tonight I'll show you what it means to be a real warrior, in and out of battle!" Slick bragged.

The woman in his arms giggled, her laughter light and teasing. "Oh, don't make promises you can't keep. You wouldn't want to be all talk and end up as chaste as a monk, would you?"

"I'll show you whether I'm a warrior or a monk!" Slick laughed, just about to take things to the next level.

Knock, knock, knock!

The sharp rapping on the door made Slick freeze mid-action. Anger flared across his face as he cursed under his breath.

"Who the hell is knocking at this hour?" he muttered, storming over to the door, fully prepared to yell at whoever had the nerve to disturb him.

But as Slick yanked the door open,

his words died in his throat. Standing before him was a figure dressed entirely in black, wearing a grotesque demon mask. Even the stranger's hands were covered in gloves, and the only visible part of him was his bloodshot eyes.

"You..." Slick stammered, taking an instinctive step back. His hand inched toward a nearby chair, ready to grab it and swing if the intruder made any sudden moves. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"I want to buy the neighborhood under your name," the masked figure rasped.

Slick's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Sir, that neighborhood was sold earlier this afternoon. You're too late."

His tone was cautious. After all, who

wouldn't be alarmed if a stranger in full black showed up at your door in the middle of the night, asking to buy a property no one had touched for years? This didn't seem like the work of an honest man.

"I know the person who bought it paid only 250 million. I'm offering double-500 million."

The words sent a jolt through Slick. What was going on here? There was clearly something about that neighborhood he didn't know.