Man With Super Medical Skill novel Chapter 3228

The sound of snapping bones behind him sent a jolt of terror through Kurtis. He turned to see his brother, Cyrus, with his neck grotesquely twisted, his head lolling to one side. His mouth gaped open as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. Cyrus' eyes were bloodshot, his voice rasping, sounding like a vengeful spirit.

"Leave now, and I can pretend none of this ever happened. Otherwise, the entire Gloam Division will hunt you down without mercy!" Cyrus rasped, his voice hoarse and his eyes blazing with madness.

But Mortimer was unmoved by Cyrus' threat. The idea that he would simply leave and trust that Cyrus would let things slide was laughable. Only someone with a death wish would believe such a lie.

He didn't bother responding and instead vanished in a blur of motion, reappearing directly in front of Kurtis. With a swift, powerful strike, he slapped Kurtis hard across the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Kurtis' eyes were wide with shock and confusion, unable to comprehend how Mortimer had appeared so suddenly.

Before Kurtis could recover, Mortimer drove a boot into his chest, causing Kurtis to cough up a mouthful of blood, his eyes bulging with a mix of pain and hatred. “You… d*mn… b*stard…” he spat out with his last breath.

As Kurtis' breathing slowed, Mortimer pressed down harder, crushing Kurtis' heart. Even if Matthew were present, there was no salvaging.

The two women who had been with the Hale brothers were petrified, their instincts urging them to scream, but Mortimer swiftly knocked them both unconscious with a sharp chop to their necks.

Suddenly, Mortimer felt a presence and looked up toward the rooftop. Standing on the edge, bathed in the pale moonlight, was a figure dressed in white, exuding an air of aloofness and cold detachment. The person's skin was as smooth as polished jade, with delicate eyebrows and deep, piercing eyes. The thin, slightly curved lips gave an androgynous appearance, making it difficult for Mortimer to discern the stranger's gender.

"Who are you?" Mortimer asked warily, his senses on high alert as he stared at Aelion. There was something about him that made Mortimer feel a subtle sense of danger—an instinctive recognition of another grandmaster-level opponent.

The Aerial Legion had been established only a few days ago, so Mortimer knew nothing about Aelion.