Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel 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.

"This is beyond anything I expected. Don't they realize what they've done? If word of this spreads, it could spark a global war."

His voice faltered halfway through the sentence. Something clicked in his mind.

Without warning, he bolted toward the lower levels of the ship. His frantic and uneven footsteps thudded against the metal floor.

Matthew didn't rush after him. He kept a steady pace, following the path Ryan had taken.

The ship's interior looked spotless. Everything was too clean, too polished. Someone had clearly made sure no traces were left behind.

When Matthew reached the fourth level, he found Ryan standing before a massive steel door. Ryan pressed his hands against the surface, checking every edge, searching for anything hidden.

The floor felt uneven under his boots. He looked down, and his stomach turned.

The ground was layered with corpses. Body after body, each one twisted in pain. Their faces were frozen in horror, their limbs stiff and bloodless. These people had died slowly, drained alive.

Ryan stood frozen. His mind tried to process the horror in front of him, but nothing could explain it.

Matthew entered the room quietly, his white coat brushing the doorway as he entered.

He looked around. Corpses covered the floor. In the center of the room, a large metal filtration system hung from the ceiling—stained red and still dripping.

Even for someone like Matthew, the scene was hard to take in.

He clenched his jaw, the muscles twitching slightly.

"These must be some of the people who went missing," he asked, voice low and steady.