Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

They all bowed deeply to Smith's retreating figure, understanding that the pillar of the Mirren Family was gone.

The sorrow and dismay that filled their hearts quickly transformed into a fierce hatred directed at Glaucus.

They would not be facing such a catastrophic downfall if it weren't for Glaucus' years of treachery and his entanglement with a powerful figure from the Martial Alliance.

The family's stalwart defender would not have taken his last breath to create an opportunity for his descendants.

"Glaucus is completely expelled from the Mirren family from now on! Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

The two middle-aged men appointed by Smith to lead the next generation stood up. They looked around at the rest of the family and spoke coldly, "We support the family head's decision!" Everyone echoed in unison.

...

At the entrance of the Mirren Estate, Matthew strolled casually toward the door and held a black umbrella.

"Mr. Larson!"

All the Martial Alliance members clad in ponchos greeted him in unison.

Their voices lacked enthusiasm. The chill in their tones sent a shiver through the pouring rain, their sound causing the rain to tremble.

They were the elite members of the Martial Alliance.

Errol had mobilized all their forces for this operation so that no family involved in this incident could escape their grasp.

The area outside their main estate was already surrounded by members of the martial alliance. This was the true power of the alliance, and the impact would be astounding if they chose to act! He was also dressed in a poncho. His large frame made the poncho appear comically insufficient in the serious atmosphere.

"Gentlemen, I have come to make amends!"

A voice suddenly pierced through the downpour. Smith quickly approached from the gates of the Mirren Estate. Rain drenched his clothes and made him appear somewhat disheveled. Clang!

The sound of swords and blades echoed as the Martial Alliance members drew them, with the crisp ringing of weapons resounding in the rain.

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A few members quickly moved in front of Matthew, and their swords aimed at Smith to ensure any hint trouble would be met with immediate force. They positioned themselves to shield Matthew from harm and were ready to block any hidden attacks.

"No need for that. Let him come closer."

Matthew spoke softly to the wary members of the martial alliance.

He saw through Smith's façade that he was merely holding on by a thread. He would be gone once that thread snapped. Matthew wouldn't be able to save the old man even if he intervened now.

Smith's survival was solely due to his intense desire to keep going while pushing his body beyond its limits.

"Gentlemen, I have come to speak a single sentence. Will you hear me out?"

Smith slightly bent his body to show respect to Matthew and Errol.

Errol's gaze shifted to Matthew. His round face betrays a mix of anticipation and hesitation. "Mr. Hervey, just say what you need to say." Matthew sensed Errol's uncertainty and prompted him.

A smile appeared on Errol's face as

he leaned closer to listen to Matthew's words. He whispered into Matthew's ear and said, "Mr. Larson, this man is the oldest in the Mirren Family and the uncle of the previous family head. Even the reclusive leader of the alliance shows him respect and calls him

'great-grandfather.""

Errol explained Smith's identity to Matthew and emphasized his significance within the family.