Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3427

Mack's deep-set eyes softened with nostalgia. "When I get back to those mountains, I'll take on that tiger king one-on-one again. I won't stop until it learns to roll over when it sees me!"

Laughter rippled through the group at Mack's bold words.

"By the way, Matteo, now that you're part of the family, there's something you should know."

Matthew nodded. "Mr. Mack, just say what's on your mind."

Mack nodded, then abruptly took off his vest.

"What… what are you doing?" Tertius, sitting nearby, was startled, his face a mask of horror. He'd sensed something intense about Mack from the start, but stripping in front of everyone? An uneasy feeling crept over him.

"What are you yapping about? I'm showing you this!" Mack shot him an irritated glare, his temper momentarily flaring.

Turning his back, he revealed a charred, snake-headed humanoid mark burned into the flesh between his shoulders. Tertius' initial alarm transformed into stunned recognition as his eyes widened. He had the same mark!

"Don't laugh, Matteo, but we're all branded slaves. The gang that caught me is called the Medusa Gang. They…" Mack began explaining the organization when Tertius suddenly rolled up his sleeve, revealing an identical dark Gorgon Brand on his elbow.

"Tertius, you…" Mack began, only for Tertius to cut him off. "I've already explained the basics to Mr. Larden, Mr. Mack. Maybe you should share the deeper side."

Mack nodded, not surprised by Tertius' brand. It was evident the Medusa Gang wasn't only capturing one group of people.

"The mark on our arms is called the Gorgon Brand. Everyone branded with it is seen as a slave by the Medusa Gang. Even if you cut out the branded flesh, the scar that forms will still show the mark over time. And here, if they find this brand, all island rules mean nothing to us. On the West Montiria Islands, anyone with the Gorgon Brand can be killed on sight without any repercussions. The Island Watch won't do a thing," Mack said, his voice laced with anger.

Matthew studied Mack's brand, analyzing it in his mind. This was no ordinary brand but a chemical compound that, once burned into the skin, continued to embed itself deeper over time. In Mack's case, it would require removing all the flesh around it to stop the brand from reappearing, and if ignored, it might even etch itself onto the bone.

"This brand," Matthew said calmly, "if you can handle the pain, I can help remove it. But it will be intense. Mr. Mack, do you trust me?"

Mack's face stiffened with disbelief, and he opened his mouth to respond when a furious voice interrupted.

"Who assaulted my nephew? Step forward now!"