Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"Are you serious, sir?" Slick's wary expression quickly morphed into one of greed. Five hundred million was enough for him to make a fresh start. He no longer cared who the man in black was-if the money was right, the neighborhood was as good as sold. Thud!

The man in black tossed A silver briefcase at Slick's feet, saying, "There's two million in deposit here. Feel free to check."

Slick eagerly picked up the briefcase, his eyes lighting up as he opened it to see the neatly stacked cash inside. A broad grin spread across his face. "Sir, normally, we require a deposit of one percent. This isn't quite enough."

"This is the compensation you'll need to pay that guy for breaching the contract. The rest of the money will be delivered soon," the man in black replied.

Slick's grin grew wider. He didn't know why this neighborhood was suddenly in such high demand, but he understood one thing-holding on to it wasn't worth the risk anymore. Better to sell it for a great price and rebuild his fortune than cling to it and end up dead.

The night passed, and dawn slowly broke. At 7.30 a.m., Matthew sat a short distance from the neighborhood, having breakfast with Shawn.

"Boss, didn't you agree to meet at 8 a.m.? It's already 7.30 a.m. Why hasn't he shown up yet?" Shawn asked, sipping his soy milk.

Normally, in business deals like this, people would show up early to show their sincerity. Even Matthew had come half an hour early, bringing Shawn along for breakfast. But with the clock ticking toward eight, there was still no sign of Slick.

"No rush. He might've gotten held up by something unexpected," Matthew said, shaking his head at Shawn and gesturing for patience.

Minutes passed, and the sun rose

higher in the sky. It was now ten minutes past eight, and still, Slick hadn't arrived. Matthew's brow slightly furrowed as he began analyzing the situation in his mind. The afternoon before, Slick had arrived quickly, displaying an urgency to sell the neighborhood. But now, his tardiness was

uncharacteristic. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

An answer began to form in Matthew's mind.

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"Mr. Larson, I'm so sorry! The traffic was horrible this morning," Slick called out as he approached, dressed in a black fur coat, a cigar hanging from his mouth, and a smile

on his face.

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"Where are the documents?" Matthew asked, noticing Slick's empty hands. His suspicion was confirmed.

Matthew's deep eyes darkened as he watched Slick leave.

"Boss," Shawn called quietly, sensing Matthew's change in demeanor.

Matthew turned to look at Shawn's frustrated expression and smiled faintly. "Why are you angry? I'm not mad."

Yet, in the sunlight, Matthew's smile carried a chilling undertone. His gaze swept the area, pausing momentarily on a specific spot.

"Do you see that rat over there?" Matthew asked, pointing toward a nearby alley as Shawn blinked in confusion.

"Some rats think they're well hidden, but they don't realize..." Matthew lightly tapped his foot, sendinga

small stone flying at supersonic speed toward the alley.

A faint thud echoed in the distance.