Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 639

“This is… your gallbladder?!” Even Emmanuel was taken aback.

As a doctor, he thought his medical knowledge was extensive enough, but

what he was witnessing still surpassed his understanding.

It seemed that there were genuinely many ambitious individuals who were

constantly researching projects against humanity, and they had made

significant progress.

What was terrifying was that the world was oblivious to them.

“That’s right,” answered the Snake Master, his face ashen and veins bulging,

appearing in great pain. “The most powerful thing about snakes is their

venom, and the gallbladder is the organ that stores the venom. It’s also a

vital part of a snake’s body. Today, I will exchange it for my sister’s life.”

“What need do I have for it?” Emmanuel asked with amusement.

“Good question.” The Snake Master pulled out a strange needle and forcefully

inserted it into his gallbladder. With that, his already grimacing face became

his eyes turned bloodshot. It was evident

immense suffering.

a chill run down

feet grew

giving you the remote. Once you prèss

said the Snake Master as he tossed

caught it through his clothes. After

held it in his

With my blood as the oath, I pledge to

Slave. Henceforth, I will comply with

Master swore bitterly.

his blood–red snake eyes,

his wise goddess of

and asked, “What do you think,

give that thing a try?” She considered, pointing

detonator in Emmanuel’s hand.

Master turned awfully grim in

was

to test the Snake Slave’s reaction and

was genuine or

raised his hand and shouted, blood

mouth, his face enveloped in menace. “Since I’ve entrusted you

will take it even if you still want to kill

swear in the name of the King

as a ghost!”

ruthless. I’m scared.” Despite what Emmanuel

fear on his

still let go of the

female assassin was shocked,