Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3443

Deadeye pulled out a miniature revolver from his waist, barely the size of a pinky finger, a weapon he'd spent a fortune custom-designing for a quick, discreet kill. Originally, it had been intended for his hated superior, the emissary, to catch him off guard and end him in one swift shot. But now, he'd need to use it on Mack if he wanted any chance of survival.

Mack, wielding his massive poleaxe, watched Deadeye draw the tiny revolver. His rugged brows knitted together, a sliver of unease creeping into his mind. That little gadget... it could kill.

Yet Mack's expression remained fearless as he stared at Deadeye. He trusted himself to dodge in the split second before Deadeye fired. Even if he did get hit, it wouldn't be a fatal shot. He'd survive, especially with Matteo, that enigma, backing him up. Based on Matteo's power alone, Mack was convinced he wouldn't die here.

"Deadeye, you son of a gun, go ahead and shoot if you have the balls!" Mack taunted, stepping closer with each word. His leg muscles tensed, ready to leap aside at any moment.

"Do you really want to push this to the bitter end, Hancock? What's in it for you?" Deadeye spat, watching Mack stride toward him, unafraid of the weapon in his hand.

Mack kept closing the distance while the Devil Guild forces lifted their weapons behind him. No matter how things ended up that day, Deadeye knew he was as good as dead.

Deadeye, once brimming with menace, now resembled a desperate madman at the end of his rope.

"Is that really Deadeye, the chief of the Devil Guild?"

"No way…"

"He's actually been forced into a corner by the Veiled Assembly!"