Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3441

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.

Matthew, standing silently on a tree branch, heard Deadeye's boastful confession and sighed. The western dock's chief had just turned the Veiled Assembly's thirst for vengeance up a notch—perhaps even doubling it.

As Deadeye's laughter echoed through the grove, Mack's eyes turned bloodshot. He hefted a heavy poleaxe from his back, his muscles rippling as he prepared for battle.

"Brothers, did you hear Deadeye admit he's with the Medusa Gang?" Mack's voice was low, his anger barely contained.

"We heard him!" the men shouted back, their faces darkening with rage. The cursed Gorgon Brand had haunted them for years, a mark they couldn't escape, one that followed them into their dreams, binding them to their tormentors. Now, after all those years, the moment for revenge had finally come.

Each man reached behind, drawing a weapon. Machetes, butcher knives, broadswords—all tightly gripped as they turned their blazing eyes toward Mack, awaiting his command.

"Brothers, our tormentor has a face at last. Today, we show them that retribution has come! Charge!" Mack roared, and the men echoed his cry with a thunderous shout of, "Charge!"

Their battle cries shattered the night as Mack surged forward, leading the charge. The fifty-pound poleaxe in his hands moved as though weightless. His gaze was fixed on a single target: Deadeye, who had just been boasting of his ties to the Medusa Gang.

"Deadeye, tonight I'll make sure you die by my hand!"