Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3498

Orla's words struck Toliver like a thunderclap, reverberating in his mind with an intensity he couldn't shake. Cold sweat soaked his back as he stood frozen in place.

She wasn't just speaking to him—she was reminding him not to focus on the surface. A wave of unease and realization washed over him. He nodded, his voice steady but heavy.

"I'll remember your guidance, governor."

Orla picked up a plum from the table with delicate fingers, popping it into her mouth. The sweet and sour taste made her squint slightly in pleasure.

"Mm... go prepare," she said casually as if the matter were insignificant.

Prepare?

Toliver looked up, confusion clouding his eyes as he glanced at Orla.

"We're going to the deathmatch tonight, and of course," she replied casually, "not in my role as the governor."

He hesitated for a moment before speaking up. "Governor, isn't there some risk in us going together? The Deathmatch arena has always been the Viper Crew's stronghold. It might be dangerous for us to walk in uninvited, don't you think?"

She shook her head, a playful smile curving her lips. "If I went as the island's governor, tonight's spectacle wouldn't be nearly as interesting," she replied, implying there was more to it.

Toliver hesitated but quickly nodded. "Understood, governor. I'll prepare right away."

He turned to leave, and Orla remained seated in the living room, absentmindedly placing another plum in her mouth.

"Interesting..." she murmured, her gaze distant.

As night fell, the lights of Ore Island came alive in a dazzling array of colors.

At the southernmost tip of the island stood the deathmatch arena, designed in an ancient Roman style. Seating arranged in a circle surrounded the arena, rising from bottom to top, allowing spectators to get a clear view from every angle. In the center lay the blood-soaked arena floor, its dark red soil releasing the faint, unmistakable scent of blood—standing in sharp contrast to the surrounding white and yellow buildings.

Dominic stood arrogantly at the center of the arena, his chest bare. Before him lay a lifeless, blood-soaked body—his warm-up, using the corpse of an unfortunate soul as his punching bag.

The stands were already packed with spectators, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the mysterious Matteo. The question on everyone's mind was whether he would show up to face Dominic, who had issued the challenge, or if he would bow to the Viper Crew's threats.

Suddenly, murmurs rippled through the crowd, followed by a growing buzz of excitement.

A voice from the crowd broke the tension.