Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 2971

Following the thunderous crack of the gunshot, Warrick remained immobile in sheer astonishment, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead.

It felt as though the bullet had whispered death across his temple.

He was just a hair's breadth away from death.

In an instant, every guard present aimed their weapons at Matthew and the crown prince.

However, the crown prince, unfazed by the situation, showed only disdain in his eyes. He twirled his gun and casually dispelled the smoke.

"My apologies, Mr. Warrick, if my poor marksmanship startled you," he said confidently. "Rest assured, my aim shall not falter next time!"

With a chilling gaze, he regarded Isambard and his son as if they were already defeated.

"You—"

Just as Warrick was about to retort, a reproachful voice intervened.

"Shut your mouth. You've done more harm than good." Isambard kicked Warrick to the ground, then turned to dismiss the guards. "And all of you, holster your firearms and leave!"

Once the guards had departed, Isambard immediately put on a warm smile again.

"Young Master Larson, please take a seat! The youngster doesn't know any better. Don't lower yourself to his level."

With that, he poured tea and served it to Matthew and the crown prince.

After sipping the tea, Matthew raised an eyebrow at Warrick and remarked, "Learn from your father more. That's how you survive longer."

Despite being almost as old as the crown prince's father, Warrick felt disgruntled being lectured by someone younger.

However, under his father's stern gaze, he meekly retracted his neck and bowed his head in silence.