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 Snake Master’s

what, the Snake Master, who was covered in lethal

monsters in the

to be careless and give him any

the tables.

Warrior never

let out a cry of agony, but his eyes held a

gleam.

mouth, and a

Emmanuel.

in countless battles,

they had achieved a

most complacent.

of a person in this world was their final

arts skills. Whoever was alive was the

physical combat skills average; after all,

A killer’s objective was

If a surprise attack failed, they should

the ability to assassinate

killer’s

used such a method to kill a

have imagined that he could launch a

had anticipated it and managed

in advance.

Master’s head slammed heavily into the rocky slope,

and

blood he had spewed out was like

His clothes rapidly decayed before the naked eye.

toxic blood burned his skin, rapidly turning it

a foul smell.