Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3623

Morton kept talking, but his gaze never slipped from the lead black-robed guard.

He looked ready to call him out as the clueless fool right then and there.

"You either move along, or I'm charging you with disturbing the peace," the guard said firmly.

"And I'm not messing around."

There was clear irritation in his voice.

"Someone's getting antsy."

Morton's expression turned into a wide grin as he shifted his attention back to Matthew.

"Matteo, bro, I've got a guide service too. You want me to show you the ropes?"

Morton was a natural salesman, always ready to squeeze every opportunity.

He knew Matthew was new to Blackshore Island and didn't hesitate to offer extra help.

Matthew nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds good, Mr. Morton."

"No trouble at all," Morton said, his smile spreading like sunlight.

Nothing made him happier than making a buck.

He threw a proud, disdainful glance toward the black-robed guards, then led Matthew further into District 13.

Buildings stood side by side, lining the street where people constantly passed by.

But the atmosphere was thick and heavy—oppressive in District 13.

Everyone moved quickly, and they were cloaked from head to toe in black robes.

And there was Matthew—sharp, bright in his white clothes, standing out starkly in the sea of darkness.

"Matteo, bro, I gotta admit, that outfit looks sharp," Morton said with a smirk.

"Just not exactly the vibe we've got around here."

Matthew smiled faintly.

"Why's that?"

Morton gestured to the crowd.

"Look at them—all wearing black robes.

"It's not that they like it—it's how you last longer here.

Matthew stored that in his mind.

If Gate 403 was known as the newbie shop, and the seasoned players ignored it, then it must have only the most basic gear.

As they walked, Matthew's eyes caught a black-covered rectangular crate in the distance.

"What's in there?" he asked Morton casually.

Morton glanced over, then dismissed it.

"That's four Northsea Lions—one adult and three subs.

"Caught by some pro poachers, they say, and put up for consignment.

"Each one probably runs about a million Dornia Emeralds.

Matthew stared, uneasy.

"Northsea Lions? But they're protected Level Two marine animals."

"Matteo, bro, those rare, protected creatures are exactly what the rich folks drool over."

"If two big buyers want the same one, the price can shoot up into the tens of millions."

Matthew just stared quietly at the crate, absorbing the weight of it.