Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 3568

Glass shattering echoed through the room as Matthew dropped the black bottle.

It hit the floor hard and burst open, spilling pale red liquid across the smooth surface.

Ryan's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the fluid.

"This isn't just some fancy drink. That one sip gave me a slight power boost. I could feel it kick in," Matthew spoke calmly, his voice cool and detached.

He paused, then looked Ryan dead in the eyes.

"It's made from human blood."

His tone carried no emotion-just fact. The weight of the words said enough.

Matthew had started to question why the Medusa Gang was rounding up so many people. None of them showed up in the usual trafficking routes. There were no rumors, no sales, and no trades.

The truth was far worse than anything he'd imagined.

Those people weren't being sold. They were being harvested. Drained of their blood and whatever else the gang could extract, then processed into potions like the one he had just drunk.

Ryan's expression darkened. A flicker of disgust passed across his face, quickly replaced by anger.

what they've done? If word of this spreads, it could spark a global

voice faltered halfway through the sentence. Something clicked

bolted toward the lower levels of the ship. His frantic

him. He kept a steady pace, following

was too clean, too polished. Someone had clearly

the fourth level, he found Ryan standing before a massive steel door. Ryan pressed his hands against the surface, checking every edge, searching

take a look at this?" Ryan called out, not turning

way to open the door. It was solid metal

into the center. Its fangs curved outward, frozen mid-strike, and its tongue

the tongue for a moment,

he placed his fingers on the hilt. A sharp arc of energy

into the door and sliced through

glow

been

was wide

walk

split clean in

eyes darted around

corner.

stench hit

gagged, nearly