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

even his wife knew, then he would’ve truly concealed

nothing!

exerted a sudden force, crushing

matter what, the Snake Master, who was covered

monsters in the globally

to be careless and give him any

the tables.

Wolf Warrior never

of agony, but his

gleam.

a stream

Emmanuel.

countless battles, knew full well

believed they had achieved a great victory, they often became

most complacent.

the strength of a person

not their martial arts skills. Whoever was alive was

skills average; after all, his

his enemies. A killer’s objective was

If a surprise attack failed, they should attempt

To possess the ability to assassinate the enemy

a killer’s trump

a

imagined that he could

it and managed to

in advance.

slammed heavily into the rocky slope,

go black, and

poisonous blood he had spewed out was like a crimson rain,

body. His clothes rapidly decayed before

blood burned his skin, rapidly turning it

a foul smell.