Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 2012

The bespectacled man shut up at once.

"You blasted fools are getting more brazen with each passing day. You want the recipe? Then strike a deal. Can't strike a deal? Then do some R&D. But stealing someone's fruit of labor? Inconceivable."

As one of the top military members, the general knew of these people's plan to stop Matthew on the way. He admired lads like Matthew, but the Reconstruction Pill contained the potential to bring in untold riches. It was an allure none could resist. He wanted to help Matthew, yet he couldn't.

He did dispatch a squad to escort Matthew halfway on his journey, but before they could even step out of Bainbridge, they were recalled urgently, claiming they had to protect Bainbridge from any harm, for the competition was drawing near. He was also ordered to check for any hazards in the city. That was the department with the most work. Because of that, he was delayed. Even if he wanted to switch to another department, his boss would stop him from doing so by giving him excuses.

It was a game of politics, the kind of game General Cobalt didn't know how to play. So, he surreptitiously told the Cosbys to help Matthew and buy some time until he could make it to the battlefield. "Tell your employer to take his grievances to me. We're all in the Historic District. I'm probably a stone's throw away from his place. No more business? Good. Scram."

Just a little more and I could've taken him with me! The bespectacled man was frustrated, but he knew the general would not let him take Matthew. Left with no choice, he swung his arm forward and led his men back in shameful defeat.

Once they were gone, the general cracked a smile. "Matthew, I presume? Welcome to Bainbridge." He punched Matthew's shoulder, and the guy winced. "Sorry. Forgot you're a cripple now."

That was hurtful, but at least the general was straightforward. Matthew was surprised a general would come to his aid. "Thank you, General Cobalt."

"Psh. Thank yous are for girls. You really want to thank me? Then win the championship."

However, the next second, the air around them felt colder. Offended by the general's remark, Freya said, "The competition shall begin soon. I see you don't have time to make the meds. We'll talk after the competition is over." She then put her blade on her shoulder and turned around to leave.