Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3441 A Surge of Battle Fury

In Deadeye's mind, simply revealing his affiliation with the Medusa Gang should have stopped Mack and his men cold. After all, the Medusa Gang's reach was vast and notorious, extending into the upper echelons of governments across nations. Even during previous military campaigns against the West Montiria Islands, there were high-ranking officials with ties to the Medusa Gang. Confident, Deadeye believed Mack would never dare continue the assault upon hearing he was part of such a powerful organization. Just as he expected, Mack hesitated upon hearing Deadeye's proclamation.

"All of you, hold your fire! Deadeye, are you certain you're with the Medusa Gang?" Mack's voice was tense as he struggled to restrain his fury, fearing he'd rush forward and slice Deadeye down with his poleaxe before hearing the full story.

"Hahaha! Are you scared now, Hancock?" Deadeye's voice dripped with arrogance. "The Medusa Gang's reach is immense. If you don't back down, they'll annihilate you by tomorrow. And I'm not just any member-I'm an enforcer. I handle their shipments of slaves personally. Lay a finger on me, and the Medusa Gang will wipe you out."

In the shadows, the dark-hunting scouts overheard Deadeye's words, and any thoughts of joining the fight faded. The Medusa Gang was a name that invoked dread. Many of them had even hunted people who were slaves captured by the gang. No one knew the gang's true base of operations, but their influence was so pervasive that even a close partner or spouse could secretly be a member.

Once, a couple had arrived on the island. It turned out the wife was a Medusa Gang operative; she'd tied up her husband and delivered him as a slave. The man learned too late that the tattoo she bore the Gorgon Brand-wasn't for "fun" but marked her allegiance to the gang.

The western dock's chief had just

He hefted a heavy poleaxe from his back, his muscles rippling

the Medusa Gang?" Mack's voice was low, his

heard him!"

faces darkening

they couldn't escape, one that followed them into their dreams, binding them to their tormentors. Now,

weapon. Machetes, butcher knives, broadswords-all tightly gripped as they turned their blazing eyes

tormentor has a

that retribution has come! Charge!" Mack roared, and the men echoed his cry