Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

Deadeye's eyes were filled with ambition and greed as he led his men forward. Within the Medusa Gang's hierarchy-overseer, emissary, enforcer, and gorgon-he held only the lowly rank of enforcer. His superior, an emissary, had often treated him with contempt, barking orders and lording his status over him. But Deadeye was convinced that, once he took control of the island, he could rise to the rank of emissary. And when that day came, he'd make sure to pay back the humiliation he had suffered. Lost in these thoughts, Deadeye and his men stepped into the grove, oblivious to the danger lying in wait. Then, suddenly, a chilling voice broke the silence. "Attack!"

Deadeye's instincts kicked in as he dove behind a tree. "It's an ambush!"

Out of the shadows, Veiled Assembly members emerged with guns blazing, grinning as they unloaded on the Devil Guild. To them, it was like taking out fish in a barrel-the Devil Guild had practically walked into their hands. Bullets tore through the ranks of Devil Guild members who had followed Deadeye into the grove, their bodies quickly piling up as they were riddled with bullets.

The back ranks barely had time to react before the men hiding in the trees opened fire from above, cutting them down in waves. In less than a minute, Veiled Assembly's force of five or six hundred had decimated half of the Devil Guild's thousand-strong force. "Run! It's a trap!"novelbin

"Help me, I can't make it on my own!"

"I can't die here I have unfinished business!"

"Get off! Are you seriously using a corpse as a shield?"

In the chaos, Devil Guild members turned on each other, some grabbing fallen comrades as human shields while scrambling to flee.

Watching from a distance, the night hunters who had been observing were stunned.

"What's going on? Didn't the Devil Guild just go in? Where's all this gunfire coming from?"

"Is it the Emberhold Syndicate? But that doesn't make sense..."

"Maybe it's the Island Watch-they're dropping fast!"

As they watched the fleeing Devil Guild members desperately seeking cover, a thought crossed their minds-perhaps now was the time to strike.

Deadeye, crouching behind a tree,

clutched his bleeding thigh where a bullet had struck. His heart ached, watching his men fall around

him-these weren't just followers et

they were his ticket to becoming an

emissary. If they were wiped out, his ambitions would be dead in the water, and the current emissary might even see him as useless and dispose of him.

"Find cover!" he roared, his voice filled with desperation as he took stock of the situation. Hundreds of armed men from the Veiled Assembly were raining bullets on them, unrelenting.

Desperate, he shouted out, "Chief Hancock! Let's talk this over!"

Continuing like this, even if he managed a victory, it would come at a terrible cost. If the Emberhold Syndicate decided to intervene, his entire operation would collapse.

Mack's gruff voice boomed in reply, nearly making Deadeye choke with rage. "Talk? After you bring an army to my doorstep, you expect me to talk? Brothers, tonight we end the Devil Guild!"

Mack's scornful response left

Deadeye reeling. Watching the

relentless gunfire, he realized he had

only one option left. If he was to

survive he'd have to reveal his

connection to the Medusa Gang, hoping to intimidate them.

"I'm with the Medusa Gang!" he shouted, his voice echoing over the gunfire.