Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

"Yo, Matthew, sup?" Shawn's energetic voice came through as the call connected, filling Matthew with a pang of envy. There was a time when he, too, had Shawn's level of energy. Now, however, he was bogged down by a mountain of paperwork. He thought of Blake and the elder's face full of wrinkles. The fact that such a powerful figure had aged so visibly was certainly not without reason.

Alas, young Matthew hadn't considered the existence of a position called a secretary-someone who could handle all the work.

If there was work, the secretary would do it; if not...

Shaking off those frustrating thoughts, Matthew spoke up. "Shawn, I need you to find Caspian Babington and take the route through the Balira Sea. Head straight for the Dornia waters. You'll need to intercept several ships; Prince Garrett of Montiria is on board one of them. Take the Stormbringer and set out immediately."

Shawn's excitement was palpable through the phone. "Got it, boss! Don't worry, I'll bring back not just the prince, but I could even tie up Gadel for you if you want!"

Matthew's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Shawn, come see me in my office when you get back. We need to have a little chat."

"Boss? Hello? I think the signal's cutting out..." Shawn trailed off, and the call ended.

Matthew let out a sigh of relief as he looked at the nearly finished stack of paperwork. Rubbing his temples, he pulled out a silver needle, gently pierced the acupoint between his brows, and then leaned back in his chair, planning to take a short break. The past few days had been exhausting. If he had the choice, he'd rather be out on the front lines.

Click. The door creaked open, and a Martial League member came in to collect the completed documents. Seeing Matthew slumped over, they froze in shock, and moments later, a panicked shout echoed through the building: "The Summit Warden has been attacked! Lock down the entire city!"

The mistake rendered Matthew speechless.

On the Stormbringer, Shawn stood on the deck, brimming with enthusiasm. He surveyed the calm sea and the seagulls flying overhead before shouting, "Full speed ahead!"

The white cape draped over his shoulders billowed in the sea breeze, with the word "Justice" emblazoned in bold black letters.

Caspian, who was directing the crew

on the deck, glanced at the overly dramatic Shawn and sighed, covering his face. He turned to the curious sailors and said, "Don't mind him. He's got a few screws loose."

The sailors lost interest and returned to their tasks.

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"Shawn, you might want to be careful up there, or you'll end up taking a bath in seagull droppings," Caspian called out.

Unfazed, Shawn remained on his perch, replying, "Caspian, it's just a few seagulls. They wouldn't dare—" Suddenly, Shawn felt something wet and slimy land in his mouth. It had a salty, fishy taste...

"Ugh!" he gagged, leaping down to rinse his mouth furiously, then continued to vomit.

After expelling all the shrimp and seafood he had eaten earlier, Shawn glared at the circling seagulls overhead, their occasional white droppings falling from the sky.

To Caspian's horror, Shawn pulled

out an RRG. "Shawn, no! You can't do that he pleaded. If that RPG went off, the seagulls might not be the only casualties- they'd all be dead for sure.

Thankfully, Shawn seemed to regain his senses, setting the RPG aside with a sigh. "You're right, that was impulsive. I shouldn't use an RPG for something like this." However, just as Caspian thought the situation was defused, Shawn suddenly exclaimed, "This is what I should use!"NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

To Caspian's shock, Shawn pulled

out an eighteen-barrel Gatling gun.

The barrels spun, unleashing a torrent of bullets into the sky. Moments later, the air was filled with a rain of seagulls.