Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3448

The Medusa Emissary's assumption was spot-on: Casimir couldn't sleep.

After returning to the dock with his men, Casimir lay on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to quiet his mind, replaying the events of the night.

In Casimir's original plan, eliminating Deadeye should have secured his dominance over the island. Yet not only had he failed to deal with Deadeye himself, but the once-insignificant northern dock had also risen in strength.

Frustrated, Casimir sat up. "Someone, bring in the scout from earlier tonight!" he called, grabbing a cloak and draping it over his shoulders.

If anyone had looked closely, they'd see his slender frame was deceptive; beneath his clothes lay well-defined muscles. This sight would shock most on the island, where rumors painted Casimir as a frail but shrewd leader of the Emberhold Syndicate, a reputation that had lured many into underestimating him. Over the years, he'd survived close to a hundred assassination attempts. Only those who tried—and failed—would know his true strength.

"Chief," a scout entered, kneeling before Casimir. He had been among those observing the events in the shadows and had witnessed everything.

"Tell me exactly what happened," Casimir demanded, his gaze steely.

"Last night, Devil Guild's chief, Deadeye, led a thousand men to attack the Veiled Assembly. But it seemed as if the Veiled Assembly had anticipated it—they ambushed the Devil Guild in a small grove near the dock. The Devil Guild was caught off guard and suffered heavy losses."