Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3620

Cormac stood with his back to Matthew. Though his words were steady and full of confidence, inside, he was deeply shaken by Matthew.

Someone this young… to see through his martial prowess with a single glance?

This boy's potential clearly didn't stop here.

So, Cormac offered him a hint of goodwill before turning to leave.

Matthew watched the old man's retreating figure, then continued walking toward the front of the dock.

What exactly was the deal with Morton, the Black Market trader, and Shop No. 403?

Corey had only managed to extract those two names from an informant.

Ryan, too, had mentioned nothing else. And now, even this old man had only mentioned Morton and Shop No. 403.

Matthew's eyes narrowed in thought. What exactly was this mysterious Shop No. 403? And who was Morton, really?

With those questions in mind, Matthew stepped off the dock and headed out.

Pier 13 was massive, with designated walking paths clearly marked on the ground.

As long as one followed the designated lines, they would eventually reach District 13.

Unlike the chaos on the other islands, the road ahead was eerily peaceful. Too peaceful, in fact.

Matthew walked calmly, occasionally stopping to read the signs along the way.

"Still several dozen miles to District 13… huh," he murmured the words while standing before a distance marker.

At this pace, walking would take him several hours.

Looking around, there was no one in sight. With a gentle push from his toe, Matthew launched into the air.

He soared forward like a wild goose in flight, gliding swiftly through the air.

As he began to descend, his toes again touched down briefly before pushing off once more.

Matthew, of course, didn't have one. He'd only just heard the word.

Just as he opened his mouth to respond, a loud voice suddenly cut through the tension.

"Hey, hey, hey! What do you think you're doing?!"

A chubby figure waddled over, his face flushed with anger.

"My guy just forgot his pass, that's all," he snapped. "You're really gonna point guns at him for that? What if one of your own officers forgets theirs one day? You gonna shoot them too and stage a coup? Maybe take over District 13 while you're at it?"

His sarcastic tirade landed hard.

The cloaked guards flinched.

If someone accused them of that? They might not even live to see the morning.

"Morton, you son of a—shut the hell up!" one of them cursed.