Love at the Wrong Table Emmanuel Lowe Chapter 637

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

wife. If even his wife knew, then he would’ve truly concealed his identity for

nothing!

Crack! Emmanuel exerted a sudden force, crushing the Snake Master’s leg.

No matter what, the Snake Master, who was covered in lethal venom, was

one of the top three monsters in the globally renowned Redback Assassins.

Emmanuel couldn’t afford to be careless and give him any chance to turn

the tables.

The Wolf Warrior never failed.

“Ah!” the Snake Master let out a cry of agony, but his eyes held a cold, cruel

gleam.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a stream of red blood spurted toward

Emmanuel.

The Snake Master, experienced in countless battles, knew full well that when

someone believed they had achieved a great victory, they often became the

most complacent.

What determined the strength of a person in this world was their final victory

and not their martial arts skills. Whoever was alive was the victor.

He considered his physical combat skills average; after all, his expertise lay in

using poison to kill his enemies. A killer’s objective was to eliminate the

opponent. If a surprise attack failed, they should attempt another surprise

attack. To possess the ability to assassinate the enemy at any given time

was a killer’s trump card.

He had also used such a method to kill a grandmaster.

Who could have imagined that he could launch a deadly attack with his

mouth?! But Emmanuel had anticipated it and managed to throw him away

in advance.

-Snake Master’s head slammed heavily into the rocky slope, causing his vision

to go black, and dizziness overwhelmed him.

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

on his own body. His clothes rapidly decayed before the naked eye. Not only

that, but the toxic blood burned his skin, rapidly turning it black and emitting

a foul smell.

Mackenzie trembled with lingering fear. If it hadn’t been for Emmanuel’s

foresight, the consequences would’ve been unimaginable!

Smack! Emmanuel had already stepped on the Snake Master’s throat before

the latter regained consciousness. With just a negligible force, his snake–like

head would separate from his body.

“Alright, spill. Who hired you for 12 million?” Emmanuel asked, looking down at

him.

“A Redback assassin must never sell out his client’s information,” sneered the

Snake Master.

“Not bad, you have principles.” Emmanuel respected his profession and didn’t

press any further. Instead, he lifted his foot.

The assassin in red, hiding in the shadows, was instantly alarmed, hesitating

whether or not to go out and save her senior.

“Wait!” the Snake Master shouted.

“Someone’s ultimately afraid of death, aren’t they?” Emmanuel ridiculed.

“Have you changed your mind and want to trade your client’s information for

your own life?”

“No!” the Snake Master denied firmly and sneered. “Will you spare me if I tell

you who the client is?”

Emmanuel shook his head and replied honestly, “No.”