Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3596

An hour had passed.

At the center of the small island, a large crowd of slaves had gathered.

Their clothes were nothing more than tattered rags.

Their waxen, yellowed faces were marked by hollow, numb eyes.

Weston stood at the front, holding a large bullhorn in his hand.

"Everyone," he began, his voice steady but solemn, "I want to make an official promise... and offer a sincere apology."

After those words, Weston bowed deeply to the crowd.

Behind him, the members of the Bloodfin Gang followed suit, bowing respectfully to the enslaved men and women.

The emaciated, scarred slaves stared in stunned silence.

A flicker of confusion crossed their otherwise lifeless eyes.

What is the Bloodfin Gang up to now?

"I know you probably think I'm full of it," Weston continued, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, filled with remorse. "You think we're plotting something again. That the Bloodfin Gang has another trick up its sleeve.

"But I'm here to tell you this: as of today, you're all free. The Bloodfin Gang will no longer enslave you. Ever again."

A collective shudder ran through the crowd.

Still, not a single person spoke.

They had been under the gang's brutal control for a full year.

In that time, they had witnessed rivers of blood and endless suffering.

Husbands, wives, parents—slaughtered by the Bloodfin Gang.

Their hatred ran too deep. So deep, they didn't dare believe a word Weston said.

Seeing their silence, Weston understood their doubt.

He clapped his hands softly.

Two of his men stepped forward, dragging two corpses behind them.

They hoisted the bodies onto tall poles that had been prepared in advance.

"Take a good look," Weston said. "You all know these men. For too long, the Bloodfin Gang was ruled by them. Everything we did—all the cruelty—was under their command. Yesterday, we chose to rise up. These are their bodies. Come see for yourselves if you don't believe me."

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