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 aid. "When I survive this, I'll

Deadeye cast a thoughtful look at his companions and then picked up a rifle from the ground. "Maybe we shouldn't let him make it

suggestion met with

their white shirts; tying

intentions. Each took aim, ready to fire

a ferocious grin on his face as he hefted his poleaxe and

himself into a clumsy roll, barely dodging the blow, but not without a price-Mack's poleaxe left a deep gash across

shouted desperately, his words punctuated by gasps of pain as he ignored the bleeding wound. Mack's only response was a sneer. "You want to negotiate? After all this? F*ck sharing the

just in time, though this time, his arm was slashed to the

I'll hold your memorial tablet and share the world with you after you're dead. How about

Deadeye's face paled, despair

But then, his