Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"No, no, no! You can't kill me! I'm a member of the Gloam Division! You won't live either if you kill me!" Raeford's legs thrashed wildly against the ground as he desperately tried to crawl backward, attempting to escape. But the only response he received was the gleam of a knife.

With a sharp thrust, the blade pierced Raeford's heart, and his body fell lifelessly to the ground under the force of the blow.

The scruffy man stood trembling, his hands shaking as tears welled up in his reddened eyes. He muttered to himself, "Mom, Dad, honey, I've avenged you..."

Suddenly, he seemed to snap out of his daze and hurriedly knelt before Aelion. "Thank you, General Tarian, for upholding justice. If there is a next life, I will serve you without hesitation, no matter the danger!"

He knocked his head on the ground three times, and blood began to seep from his forehead. Yet he seemed entirely oblivious to the pain as if he couldn't feel it at all.

At the top of the steps, Aelion's lips curled into a smile that was almost feminine in its delicacy. "If any of you wish to file a complaint, go home and write down the details of your case, then bring it to the Aerial Legion." With that, he stood up, signaling that the spectacle was drawing to a close.

"C'mon, hurry! Let's go home and write up what happened."

"Those d*mned Gloam Dogs are finally facing justice..."

The elated crowd began to disperse, hurrying back to their homes to document their grievances and report them to the Aerial Legion.

...

Meanwhile, in the royal palace, within the very library filled with books, Gadel sat engrossed in a book.

"Your majesty, something rather interesting happened in the kingdom today. The Aerial Legion went straight to the Gloam Division and demanded a man, then had him executed on the spot."

Gadel slowly raised his head, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "The Aerial Legion went to the Gloam Division to demand a man, and the Gloam Division just agreed?"

In the current situation where Gadel

had not appeared in public, the

Gloam Division had become the most powerful force in Montiria,

seemingly unshakeable. For the net

Aerial Legion to go in and take

someone was essentially a slap in the face of the Gloam Division.

"They didn't really agree. After Aelion Tarian intimidated them the last time, they've been all bark and no bite when facing the Aerial Legion."

Gadel shook his head with a smile, then looked at Arnold, who stood before him, and asked, "How's the collection of Dornian Emeralds going?" "We've already gathered several billion in Dornian Emeralds, and the merchants secretly aligned with us are still collecting more."

Gadel glanced at the news on his phone about the formation of a trade association in Dornia and its impending investment in Montiria's enterprises. A cold smile crept

across his face.

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"My brother may be quite accomplished at scheming, but unfortunately for him, he's up against someone who crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."

Gadel scrolled through a post

discussing the state of Montiria, noting the comments accusing him of being a foolish and incompetent king who allowed the Gloam Division

to run amok. Tapping his finger lightly on the screen, he spoke without raising his head, "Arnold, investigate the ID addresses of these people. If they're truly victims, send them some compensation once this is all over. But if anyone is deliberately stirring up trouble, add them to the cleanup list."

"I'm tired. You may leave now," Gadel added.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I take my leave," Arnold replied, bowing respectfully before heading to the information department. These days, only Jaylen remained by Gadel's side as his guard.

As the door closed again, Gadel extinguished the candle, his eyes staring into the darkness, lost in thought.

"Sometimes you must break things down to build them anew. Even if it earns me a bad name, what does it matter..."