Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3536

Shaun's expression darkened, his face twisting with frustration as he released his grip on the trembling subordinate. Narrowing his eyes, a hint of seriousness crept into his gaze. "Tell me everything that happened—every detail. Leave nothing out."

"Yes, Boss!"

The subordinate, drenched in cold sweat, hurriedly recounted the events of Matthew's fight with Deathcarver.

As he listened, Shaun's frown deepened. I knew it. Larden isn't as simple as he appears to be. Looks like I'll have to make a more thorough preparation.

It seemed Matteo Larden was far more dangerous than he had initially appeared. Clearly, more thorough preparation was needed.

"Alright, you can go.

"As for Deathcarver—there's no need to kill a stray dog with broken blades. Send Malrik in."

Relieved to escape the room with his life, the subordinate bowed and quickly exited.

Moments later, a man dressed in casual attire stepped inside.

"Boss, you wanted to see me?"

Shaun's gaze settled on him with a weighted intensity. "Malrik, who's Larden's next opponent?"

Malrik paused, briefly recalling the current third-tier matchups before responding. "At this point, the only one eligible to face Matteo tomorrow is Bloodhand Butcher."

Bloodhand Butcher—one of the Death Arena's most feared third-tier fighters on the Carnage Cruise. His signature move involved plunging his hand into a defeated opponent's body and slowly crushing their internal organs until nothing remained intact. His hands always emerged drenched in blood, earning him his notorious title.

Pulling a small porcelain bottle from his coat, Shaun handed it to Malrik with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Realization dawned on Malrik's face. "Got it. I'll make sure he… enjoys his meal."

As Malrik disappeared through the doorway, Shaun's smile twisted into something darker—cruel, calculating, and full of malice.

The poison had been carefully extracted from the deadliest toxins of the West Montiria Islands. It was colorless, tasteless, and dissolved instantly in liquid. Even the tiniest trace was enough to cause instant, violent death.

And Malrik would be dumping the entire bottle into Matteo's meal.

"No matter how extraordinary you are, Matteo Larden—you're still going to die."