Chapter 3563 The Moment Matthew Struck
- A light breeze stirred across the open sea, brushing away the tension that had been building moments before. Even the stiffest shoulders on the deck began to ease.
- Aboard the Medusa Gang's warship, Matthew stood quietly, one hand casually resting on the hilt of his sword, Bloodreaper. His face revealed nothing; it remained serene and inscrutable, much like a bottomless ancient well.
- Nearby, the man in the loud floral shorts felt a sudden jolt of unease. A cold sweat trickled down his back. Something in him screamed, If that sword comes out, we are all done for.