Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3562

One man suddenly froze, his eyes locked on the warship behind them. A gasp escaped his lips.

"Hmm?"

Ryan followed his line of sight, puzzled at first—then he, too, stood there stunned.

In that moment, the hope they had thought lost… seemed to resurface.

"That man… he's not surrendering at all…" Ryan stared at Matthew, who stood atop the Medusa Gang's warship, his eyes filled with disbelief.

…

Matthew stood tall on the warship's deck, his figure composed and steady. His eyes fell on the gaudy man in loud floral shorts holding a glass of red wine.

"You told me to stop. What do you want?"

Matthew's voice sounded almost innocent, like a harmless lamb.

The man's gaze swept over Matthew, a hint of wariness creeping into his eyes.

Moments ago, Matthew had flown across a vast gap between two ships with impossible ease. That display of power was enough to make the man take him more seriously.

"We're the maritime patrol around these waters, my friend. Passing through here requires a toll."

Initially, he'd planned to torment Matthew before finishing him off, but that leap had changed his mind. Anyone capable of such a feat had to be highly skilled in martial arts. He wasn't willing to bet his life on whether Matthew could kill him in an instant.

He'd take some money instead. With the firepower surrounding them, surely this guy would surrender his cash without resistance.

Matthew looked at them, his expression tinged with confusion. "You say you're maritime patrol… but why are you chasing those people?"

Bloodreaper appeared in his hand. As if sensing its master's rage, the blade let out a low, sharp hum.

"You Medusa Gang b*stards really don't change, do you? Or maybe it's just that a wicked organization like yours should never have existed in the first place. Every second you stay alive is a second the world suffers."

The man's smile vanished the moment Matthew named the Medusa Gang out loud. The change in his tone made things clear.

"You want to kill me?" The man laughed like he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke. "There are over a hundred guns aimed at you on this ship. You think you can kill me? You'll be riddled with bullets before you even reach me!"

On the burning boat, everyone's eyes stayed fixed on Matthew's blurred figure in the distance. When they saw every gun on the warship shift to target him, the light in their eyes began to dim.

But then…

The wind began to rise.