Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"Those guys at the garbage collection station demand money every time we try to throw out our trash," the little girl said. "We can't afford that, so we just leave it here." After getting his answers, Matthew stood up and handed out the candies he'd promised to each child.

"Are you here to help us?" the same girl asked, her voice full of hope.

Matthew paused for a moment, then smiled gently, resting his hand on her head. "Yes, I'm here to deal with the bad guys. Once they're gone, you won't have to live like this anymore."

As he walked back to the car, the children lined up on either side of the road, watching him in awe. Maybe it was the candy, or maybe Matthew had become a hero in their eyes. Once they were back on the road, the crown prince glanced at Matthew's calm expression and sighed. It was moments like these that reminded him why Matthew was the boss. A few simple questions, some candy, and Matthew had already grasped the situation. The crown prince knew he had a lot to learn.

"Crown prince, head to the Anemoi Pavilion," Matthew instructed, his tone steady.

Though Matthew's voice was calm, those familiar with him knew that he was already planning his next move. The Anemoi Pavilion was Dewsbury's most upscale hotel, frequented by millionaires. Even the simplest meal could cost a fortune.

When their mud-splattered SUV pulled up in front of the hotel, a doorman quickly approached. "Do you have a reservation, sir?"

"I'm Matthew Larson."

The doorman checked his notebook, then immediately stood straighter, his demeanor turning respectful. "Ah, Mr. Larson! Please, follow me." Matthew and the crown prince exited the car, handing over the keys. They were soon escorted into the hotel by another attendant.

On the third floor, a luxurious private room was already filled with influential people-leaders of various Dewsbury families, each worth millions. At the head of the table sat a middle-aged man named Glaucus Mirren. While he wasn't officially the head of the Mirren Family, everyone knew that he was in charge. The actual family head, Pontus Mirren, had been in seclusion for the past thirty years.

Just the thought of Pontus sent chills down people's spines. He wasn't just the head of the Mirren Family; he was also the president of Dewsbury's Martial League. If he hadn't stepped away from the public eye, the city's power dynamics might have shifted dramatically by

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Despite having waited for over an

hour, no one in the room seemed the

least bit impatient. In fact, many of them wore pleasant smiles. Matthew's reputation had spread far and wide. As soon as word got out that he was coming to Dewsbury, everyone scrambled to learn his itinerary, eager to arrange a banquet in his honor. These leaders had even warned their family members back home to behave themselves. Any troublemaking during Matthew's visit would be met with severe consequences.

Matthew wasn't just an influential figure; he was the Lecarres Summit Warden and head of the Cathay Summit Wardens, positions of immense authority. On top of that, he had recently become the Prime Regent of Montiria, a title that gave him power equivalent to a king.

If anyone else had kept these

powerful people waiting this long,

they would have left long ago, but with Matthew, they waited patiently. No one knew his exact purpose for coming to Dewsbury, but they all feared provoking him. After all, the Yarwood Family had been wiped out in an instant, and decades of hard work could vanish just as quickly if they got on Matthew's bad side.