Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3442 Deadeye's Trump Card

Moments ago, Deadeye had been full of smug confidence, but now he was running for his life as Mack barreled toward him like a raging bull. He cursed himself for not having more than two legs to escape faster. "Are you not afraid the Medusa Gang will come after you, Hancock?!" Deadeye shouted, limping and scrambling away.

"Afraid, my a*s!"

Nearby, the Devil Guild members who had managed to find cover exchanged uneasy glances as they watched Deadeye being chased down.

"Should we, uh, help the chief out?" one of them hesitantly asked the group.

"Help? Chief's always been good to us-making us take all the dirty, dangerous jobs, screaming at us, even killing a few when he was in a bad mood. But you're right; we should definitely help. Why don't you go first? We'll be right behind you," another man replied, patting the first guy's shoulder encouragingly.

"On second thought, maybe this is fine as it is," the first man muttered, realizing the truth of his comrade's words. He sat down, watching Deadeye's desperate escape.

to his

who had initially suggested helping Deadeye cast a thoughtful look at his companions and then

met with

group removed their white shirts; tying them to sticks as

aim, ready to fire if Deadeye showed

ferocious grin on his face as he hefted his poleaxe

roll, barely dodging the blow, but not without a price-Mack's poleaxe left a deep

share control of this island!" Deadeye shouted desperately, his words punctuated by gasps of pain as he ignored the bleeding wound.

though this time, his arm was slashed to

your memorial tablet and share the world

Deadeye's face paled, despair

his eyes. But then, his