Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 637

“W–Who in the world are you?” the Snake Master asked in a hoarse voice.

Mackenzie was standing close by, looking at Snake Master’s hideous face, the

evil patterns on his face, and the slippery snake scales on his body. It made

her feel nauseous, almost wanting to vomit.

She couldn’t believe that such an ugly person actually existed.

Emmanuel, however, understood more than she did. In order to become a

Snake Master and rule over the snakes, one must immerse themself in

venom and become something even more poisonous than the venomous

snakes themselves. Only then could they become the Snake Master, the king

of all snakes!

Due to prolonged exposure to poison and living with snakes, his body

gradually acquired some features of venomous snakes. Such assassins’-

forget that they also possessed extraordinary skills–appearances alone

could scare any ordinary folk spitless.

“Losers don’t deserve to ask, no?” Emmanuel said with a smile.

No way would he reveal his identity so casually, especially not in front of his

then he would’ve truly

nothing!

sudden force, crushing the

matter what, the Snake Master, who was covered in

monsters

couldn’t afford to be careless and give him

the tables.

Warrior never

Snake Master let out a cry of agony, but his eyes held a cold,

gleam.

he opened his mouth, and a

Emmanuel.

in countless battles,

they had achieved a great victory, they often

most complacent.

a person in this world

Whoever

his physical combat skills average; after all, his expertise

A killer’s objective was to

a surprise attack failed, they should

ability to assassinate the enemy at any given

killer’s trump

had also used such a method to kill a

could launch

anticipated it and

in advance.

Master’s head slammed heavily into the rocky slope,

go black, and dizziness overwhelmed

poisonous blood he had spewed out was like a crimson

rapidly decayed before the naked eye. Not

toxic blood burned his

a foul smell.