Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 70 The Destruction of the Gambino Family (8000, 2000 difference, will be made up tomorrow)

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 70 The Destruction of the Gambino Family (8000, 2000 difference, will be made up tomorrow)

A study in Gambino Manor.

The elderly Gambino was sitting in a wheelchair, with a precious Persian cashmere blanket covering his legs, looking at the big screen in front of him with half-squinted eyes.

With his sleepy appearance and face covered with age spots, no one would have thought that this old man, who was over seventy years old, was a ruthless character who dared to shoot at the judge in court if he disagreed with him when he was young.

Connected to the surveillance camera at the entrance of the manor, the appearance of the Tang and Song Dynasties at the entrance was clearly photographed.

Seeing Tang Song's warm and even shy smile, for some reason, Old Gambino felt a chill running down his spine and a creepy feeling.

"Mr. Gambino, I'm sorry, I couldn't complete your order. Our people couldn't bring the Asian man back to the police station..."

Old Gambino answered the ringing phone call with his skinny hand and listened quietly to the voice on the other end of the phone. His old face showed no expression. Before he could finish what he said, Old Gambino hung up the phone.

His original plan was to use people from the police station to detain Tang and Song for a few days so that they would miss the arms bidding meeting.

He didn't expect that the person he was looking for was not doing things well, and the police officers who usually took advantage of him were useless, so this Asian guy actually came to his door.

It is said that the older one gets, the less courageous he becomes. Gambino Sr. has led the Gambino family for forty years.

He experienced the glory of the Gambino family and the family's plight when they were expelled from New York by Kingpin.

However, the growth of age does not seem to have eroded the courage of the old Gambino.

Looking at the Asian man in the surveillance video, a fierce look flashed in Gambino's cloudy eyes.

He pressed the red button on the wheelchair, and soon a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, with a slicked back hair and thick hair wax walked into the study.

"father!"

The man put his right hand on his left chest and saluted Old Gambino.

"Willy, you are on duty at the Continental Hotel now!"

"Yes, father!" The man's name is Willie Gambino. He is the adopted son of Gambino Sr. and the top thug of the Gambino family.

"Put a 50 million bounty on the Continental Hotel and don't let this Asian get out of Rome alive!"

Old Gambino patted the armrest of the wheelchair and said to Willy warmly.

"This arms order is related to the future rise and fall of the Gambino family. I don't want the family to die in my hands.

Willy, the family is mine. Although Paul is my biological son, he cannot support the family. The future of the family is yours! I hope you won’t let me down!"

"father!"

Willy seemed to be moved by Old Gambino's words. He lowered his head and stared deeply at Old Gambino's old face full of vicissitudes of time.

"I have no ambitions for the family. If it weren't for you, I would have died at the door of the church. The Gambino family belongs to Paul, and I will try my best to assist him!"

"Okay, okay!" Old Gambino breathed heavily, and Willy quickly knelt down and stroked his chest for him.

"Okay, I'm fine, do it as soon as possible!"

Old Gambino waved his hand, and Willy stood up, saluted Old Gambino, gently closed the door, and exited the room.

The moment he closed the door, Willy Gambino's eyes changed. His originally docile gaze instantly became extremely fierce, like a domestic dog transforming into a wild wolf.

…………

Continental Hotel, Rome Branch.

With Roman-style hotel decoration, splendid and luxurious decoration, there is a huge panel screen in the lobby.

This is certainly not for watching football.

It displays a list of names, avatars, and reward amounts from time to time.

This is clearly a killer mission posting panel, just like a mercenary guild in the Middle Ages.

But the Continental Hotel is more like an open killer guild.

Several killers were sitting in the hotel bar drinking wine, their eyes scanning the information on the panel from time to time.

A bartender wearing a white shirt and a tie was performing fancy bartending at the bar.

Continental hotels all over the world can be said to have scaled up the entire killer industry.

These killers were sitting in the bar openly, waiting to take business, and there was a police station less than five hundred meters away.

Obviously, there is a special tacit understanding between the Continental Hotel and the police station.

In the corner of the hotel lobby, John Wick, with long hair and sexy stubble on his face, was leaning on the sofa, holding a bottle of whiskey in his hand and taking a sip from the bottle from time to time.

Opposite John Wick, the snake girl Bina was looking around boredly.

"John, I want to go to Milan, you go with me!"

Bina watched the bartender not far away making a glass of mojito in a fancy way, and said to John Wick with some boredom.

"I have no money!" John Wick shook the whiskey bottle, "I have spent almost all my money trying to avoid being hunted!"

Although his mouth was impatient, John Wick's eyes glanced at the task posting panel from time to time.

I want to take on a mission as soon as possible, earn some money, and accompany Bina to Milan.

Although due to the mediation of an old friend, the manager of the Continental Hotel in New York, and the fact that John Wick is really not easy to mess with.

After completing several tasks issued by the High Table, John Wick reluctantly reached a settlement with the Continental Hotel and the High Table behind it.

But buying guns, ammunition, information, and asking for help has almost exhausted John Wick's pension.

He had no choice but to reappear at the Continental Hotel. As for why he was in Rome and not New York, that is another story!

After all, he killed more than half of the killers at New York's Continental Hotel.

If John Wick were still in New York, even if he was a legendary killer, there was no guarantee that he wouldn't be shot to death randomly in the back.

Bina also saw John Wick's upright character and looked at him with a smile.

At this moment, a mechanical bell sounded.

Several waitresses at the front desk quickly got busy, and a waiter took out a document from the fax machine.

He handed it to another waitress at the front desk, scanned it and uploaded it, and the bell rang again.

On the panel hanging high in the Continental Hotel, an Asian face appeared at the top of the list.

At the same time, the mobile phones of all the registered killers in the Continental Hotel in Rome started ringing.

"Gudong, Gudong..." After finishing the whiskey in the bottle, John Wick looked at the faces that appeared on the screen in the hall and frowned.

"*Guotang, why did he come to New York!"

…………

At night, the naked Tang Song, with only a bath towel covering his lower body, exposed his six-pack abs, stood naked in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

On the big bed in the presidential suite, two lotuses were sleeping in each other's arms.

Regarding the bounty offered by the Continental Hotel, Tang Song had a sneer on his lips, and the moonlight shone on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows, as if there was a deep chill in his body.

jingle!

When the doorbell rang, Tang Song put on a bathrobe and opened the door.

"Boss! It's almost time!"

Ryan stood in front of the door, wearing a tuxedo suit dressed like a butler and white gloves. The only slight difference was that he wore a bulletproof vest outside the suit.

At this time, in the corridor, eight bodyguards were also wearing body armor, holding ready rifles and pistols in their hands. A chilling atmosphere filled the hotel.

Tang and Song stepped barefoot on the carpet in the corridor, smoking a cigar as thick as a radish in his mouth, and looked at several heavily armed Germanic men.

"How about it, can you hold on to this place after I go out?"

A relaxed smile appeared on Ryan's face: "No problem, boss, they are just a group of killers. I will make sure they never come back!"

Tang Song blew out a smoke ring, thought for a moment, took off the black jade ring from his thumb, and sprayed out a mouthful of true energy.

There was a rustling sound, and a small black snake stretched out its body, flapped its flesh membrane and began to fly up and down the corridor.

After a while, the little black snake landed on Tang Song's shoulder, coiled up into a snake formation, and lazily spat out its message.

Tang and Song Dynasties took out a white jade porcelain vase from the five-bag wallet, pulled out the jade stopper, poured out a red pill from it, and fed it to the little black snake.

"I'm not here. Listen to Ryan and kill all those who are hostile!"

Tang Song's index finger tapped the little black snake's head lightly,

The little black snake shook its head as it was clicked, and understood Tang Song's words in a daze. It flapped its flesh and flew up, then landed dangling on Ryan's shoulder.

Ryan's expression froze and he couldn't help turning his eyes to look at the little black snake on his shoulder.

Hiss! The little black snake spat out a message and stretched its head towards Ryan.

Ryan felt the muscles on his shoulders tighten instantly.

Tang Song took out a thick stack of talisman paper from the Wuyin bag, took out three bone beads from his wrist, and gave them to Ryan.

"You can allocate these fifty diamond talismans yourself!"

"Skeleton demon, don't use it unless it's a critical moment. This place is too close to the Vatican!"

The Tang and Song dynasties did not know the details of the Vatican, but a religious force that had been passed down for such a long time certainly had no shortage of extraordinary beings.

It would be troublesome if this skeleton demon was regarded as a dark creature and killed by someone.

"I understand, boss!" Ryan took the bone beads and held them in his hands.

……………

All roads lead to Rome

At this time, Tang and Song Dynasty stepped on the road of Rome, stepped lightly, and took a step more than ten feet away, and the breeze seemed to be under his feet.

Liezi rides the wind, and it floats freely!

The city of Rome was ablaze with lights. Tang and Song easily surpassed the bustling traffic. The night wind howled and blew the corners of his clothes.

The sleeves were flicked, and the wind control charms and invisibility charms on the side of the sleeves were shining brightly.

………

In Gambino Manor, in a bedroom of more than 200 square meters, Old Gambino woke up from the bed and touched his wet forehead.

Gambino Sr. pressed the bedside alarm bell.

Soon two female caregivers in their thirties came in pushing a tool cart. One of them wiped Old Gambino's body skillfully, and the other took a new quilt from the tool cart and replaced it.

The bedding was wet under old Gambino.

By the time the two caregivers finished their work, half an hour had passed.

Old Gambino leaned on the bedside, looking at the dark night outside the house, thinking about the vague nightmare just now.

After thinking for a while, Gambino Sr. picked up the mobile phone beside the bed.

"father!"

Willy's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Gambino Sr. asked, "Willy, where are you?"

"Father, I'm at the hotel!" A busy voice came from Willy's side.

"Those killers are about to take action, and I need to deal with the aftermath! Father, what can I do for you?!"

"It's nothing, I just want to see how you are doing!"

Gambino Sr. encouraged Willie on the phone and hung up.

He did not tell his adopted son about his vague nightmare.

Just like the wolf king cannot show fatigue in front of his wolf cubs, once the wolf cubs find out that the wolf king is old, the previously docile wolf cub will never hesitate to show his fangs.

Old Gambino turned off the light in his bedroom, but could not fall asleep for a long time in the dark night.

………………

At a police station not far from the Bulgari Hotel, an Italian policeman on duty was watching the World Cup football match attentively. It could be seen from his bloodshot eyes that he seemed to have made a heavy bet.

Jingle bells, bells, bells!

At this time, the phone in front of the police desk suddenly rang.

The policeman looked at the phone impatiently. When he saw the phone number clearly, the policeman suddenly became excited and quickly answered the phone.

"Director, okay, I understand, I know what to do!"

Soon, the police station closed its doors.

………

Under the night, all kinds of cars gathered in the direction of the Bulgari Hotel.

In the executive suite on the top floor, Ryan gently opened the curtains a crack and looked at the sneaky figures downstairs.

Kaka!

Lane loaded the pistol and screwed on the silencer.

At the same time, at the main entrance of the Bulgari Hotel, several beautiful beauties selling clothing walked into the hotel carrying bags.

The hotel security stopped them politely.

"Hello, this is a new style of clothes and bags in our store. Let's bring it to Ms. Skye to choose!"

The security guard looked at the familiar LOGO on the clothes bags carried by several women!

I gestured to a few people and let them go.

Because Tang and Song’s group refused the hotel’s room butler service,

Therefore, the security guard did not contact the person upstairs through the intercom, but asked the front desk to dial Skye's room number directly!

"Hey, clothes and bags? Are they already designed? Is it so fast? Let them come up!"

Skye was wearing a nightgown and yawned as she picked up the phone.

She put down the phone and turned around to find that Fox was wearing a red dress and playing with two black extended pistols in his hands.

"Fox?"

Skye looked at Firefox with some confusion.

Firefox made a hissing gesture towards her and pointed two guns at the door.

Seeing Fox's posture, Skye subconsciously touched a string of beads on her wrist.

Among the jade beads of green and white jade, there are a few white bone beads mixed in.

…………

Ding!

The elevator door slowly opened, and several beautifully dressed shopping guide girls walked out of the elevator on high heels with smiles on their faces.

At this moment, two black gun muzzles appeared in front of them.

The smiles on the faces of these girls froze, and their hands subconsciously touched the bags of clothes they were carrying.

Before they could take out the pistol hidden in the luxury bag.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

The silenced pistol fired rapidly, half of the magazine was emptied, and soon the group of "shopping guide girls" fell into a pool of blood.

Two big Germanic men walked into the elevator and dragged the bodies of several women out of the elevator as if they were dragging dead dogs.

After carrying the body of the last girl up, the bodyguard looked at the elevator camera and shot twice, blowing up the camera in the elevator.

In the surveillance room of the Bvlgari Hotel, a security guard saw what was happening in the elevator through the surveillance camera. He felt his two muscles trembling. He swallowed and reached for his phone with trembling hands.

Before his hand could reach the phone, a big hand suddenly covered his mouth from behind, and then a sharp dagger cut his throat.

The security guard's blood instantly sprayed out, instantly staining the keyboard and monitoring screen in front of him red.

A man in a trench coat dragged the security guard to a corner, sat in front of the surveillance camera, and called up the scene in the elevator a few minutes ago.

"Vinson, things are in trouble, the target is already prepared!"

The man in the trench coat held a cigarette in his mouth and contacted his companions: "Those poisonous spiders have been planted! How about you, can you find a suitable sniper position?"

In the tall building opposite Bulgari, a thin man was lying on the roof adjusting a sniper rifle in his hand.

“The curtains are all closed and the hotel windows have been turned into privacy mode. I can’t find any opportunities for the time being!”

The man observed the situation in the hotel opposite through the sniper scope. He tilted his head and spoke to the man in the trench coat who had sneaked into the hotel through the communicator on his collar.

What he didn't notice at all was that on the roof of the building at night, the air seemed to be refracted by high temperatures, causing subtle wrinkles.

A big hand seemed to appear out of thin air, covering the sniper's mouth. He died in the same way as the security guard, a sharp dagger slit his throat.

Listening to the sound that sounded like running water coming from the communicator, the man in the trench coat changed his face, and he couldn't help but touch his neck!

This sound was too familiar to him. It was the sound of blood spurting out quickly after the throat was cut, just like the sound of wind.

The man in the trench coat looked at the monitoring screen in front of him, listened to the friction sound of heavy objects being dragged in the communicator, gritted his teeth, turned around and left the monitoring room.

Rooftop!

Pulling the sniper aside to hide, one of Tang Song's bodyguards adjusted his shoulder armor and picked up the killer's sniper rifle. The air ruffled and his figure quickly disappeared on the night rooftop.

…………

Gambino Family Manor, Tang and Song stood in the crown of a tall ash tree, overlooking the scene inside the manor.

At this time, the lights in most rooms in the manor have been turned off.

Only the small street lights reserved in the manor were still shining brightly, and from time to time, patrolling bodyguards leading two large hounds would patrol by under the street lights.

The security patrols in the manor were very intensive. What Tang and Song didn't know was that this was because Old Gambino had temporarily doubled the number of patrol posts due to his nightmare.

But even if Tang and Song knew about it, it didn't matter. If a group of security guards could stop him, the immortal Tang and Song would stop cultivating.

Tang Song moved and landed lightly in the flower garden of the manor.

Walking in the manor, the bodyguard leading the hound passed in front of Tang Song. Both the bodyguard and the hound with a keen sense of smell regarded Tang Song as if they were nothing.

In a master bedroom in the manor, Tang Song pushed open the door directly and entered. The lock inside the master bedroom door was easily shattered into powder by him using his true energy.

On the big bed in the bedroom, a naked young man was sleeping soundly with a blonde girl in his arms.

The quilt was kicked aside by the two of them, and Tang Songye's eyes that could see clearly saw two big football players with fair skin.

Tang and Song played with a snakeskin wallet in their hands and circulated their true energy. The wallet floated in Tang and Song's palms.

clatter!

The opening of the Wuyin bag wallet was opened, and in the dark pocket, a chain composed of black mist poked out of the wallet pocket.

The black mist formed by the five yin black evil locks was like a python, binding the sleeping young man and pulling him directly into the bag.

The small wallet, less than the size of a palm, seemed to turn into a maw of an abyss in an instant, swallowing the naked young man directly into it.

Before the young man who fell into the Five Yin Bag could react to what was going on, the restraint in the bag was activated and the Five Yin Black Evils twisted around, and he was instantly turned into a pool of blood.

Sizzling, the Wuyin bag made the sound of a baby sucking its head, and the pool of blood was swallowed up in an instant.

Tang and Song, who had been observing the changes in the Five Yin Bags with their spiritual senses, keenly discovered that after swallowing the pool of blood, the space of the Five Yin Bags had slightly expanded slightly.

It was really an evil weapon. Tang and Song put away their wallets and marveled at the ingenuity of Heshan Taoist Patriarch.

The spells recorded in the Heshan Sutra can be said to be crooked and evil, with a limited upper limit, and are not in the eyes of some famous sects.

However, these spells are real quick spells, such as the Wuyin Bag.

Ordinary Taoist and Buddhist monks, if they want to refine a high-grade storage bag, they must at least reach the realm of alchemy.

As for cultivating a Wuyin bag, as long as you cultivate the true energy, have enough materials and the blood of living creatures, you can have a growable storage instrument.

Of course, the Five Yin Bag is not just for storing magic weapons. The Five Yin Black Evil Spirits bred in the bag are extremely Yin and extremely evil, specializing in fouling flying swords and magic weapons. They are hundreds and thousands of times more powerful than the woman Yue Kui.

However, it is so easy to become addicted to such a magical weapon.

As long as it is fed with the blood-stained sacrificial refining of living beings, the space in the Five-Yin Bag will be larger, and the power of the Five-Yin Black Evil will be stronger.

Ordinary monks simply cannot withstand this kind of temptation, and often plunder and kill human beings to sacrifice and refine magic weapons. One day, they are beheaded by a passing swordsman or swordsman with a single sword.

This is also called human calamity in the world of Jambu!

Of course, Tang Song naturally had no such concerns in the Marvel world. He seemed to have transformed into a ghost, traveling through the rooms of the manor, turning every member of the Gambino family into filthy blood.

Squeak!

Tang Song pushed open a master bedroom, walked in, and met a pair of hawk-like eyes.

"Ahem!"

Old Gambino coughed and saw the appearance of Tang and Song Dynasties through the moonlight. He coughed repeatedly to hide his inner panic.

"Mr. Tang, our Gambino family has no intention of going against you.

I can make the decision and hand over the arms procurement for this military bidding to you.

I heard that you and Kingpin have a grudge. Our Gambino family has always wanted to return to New York. We can join forces..."

While Old Gambino was talking, trying to comfort Tang Song, his hand hidden in the quilt quietly touched the alarm on the bedside.

Tang Song said nothing and quietly watched Old Gambino's performance. Just when his hand was about to touch the alarm, a black mist chain as thick as an arm bound him and hung him up.

The Five Yin Black Evils contracted and pulled Old Gambino whole into the Five Yin Bag.

……………

The Bulgari Hotel at night looks like a giant beast crawling on the streets of Rome.

Well-known killers walked in one after another, just like pebbles thrown into a bottomless pit, without making a single sound.

As each of his colleagues entered the hotel under his nose, they disappeared.

The remaining killers became more and more cautious. It took a full hour before a middle-aged white man who looked like a dwarf walked into the hotel.

"He is the legendary killer of Rome, Myron Walker, a mutant. He can turn his body into a two-meter-diameter ball. It is a disgusting ability. Ordinary rifle bullets cannot penetrate his skin at all!"

Not far from the Bulgari Hotel, a black Dodge was parked on the side of the street. John Wick held a silver flat wine bottle, rolled down half of the window, and looked to the side while watching the movement in the hotel.

The snake girl popularizes information about the killer.

"Do you think he can succeed?"

Bina lay down on John Wick and looked towards the Bulgari Hotel not far away.

John Wick felt the soft touch on his body, and the hand holding the wine bottle trembled.

The snake girl felt John Wick's physiological changes, stretched out the tip of her forked tongue, licked her upper lip, and let out a sweet smile.

"I guess not. The Tang Dynasty is very mysterious in New York. It is said that even Kingpin suffered several losses at his hands!"

On the other side, after Myron Walker walked into the Bulgari Hotel, he did not go upstairs immediately. He walked up the stairs to the second floor and stopped.

He took out his pistol, pointed it at the top of the stairs and pulled the trigger.

Fierce gunfire spread outside the hotel, quickly attracting a group of colleagues who wanted to fish in troubled waters.

A hook lock shot into the roof of the Bulgari Hotel from a room in the tall building opposite, and a figure hung up the zipline in the night and was about to slide down.

"Puff!"

This killer who wanted to fish in troubled waters, after two silenced gunshots, successfully slid to the top floor opposite and hung it on the rooftop, like a dripping flag, with blood flowing down the outer wall of the Bulgari Hotel.

"The gunfire came from the tall building opposite!"

John Wick is indeed a legendary killer. The inaudible sound of gunshots can be heard clearly in his ears.

He looked thoughtfully at the tall building opposite the Bulgari Hotel.

"Da da da da da..."

At some point, a Hummer parked in front of the Bulgari Hotel. A shirtless, bearded man lifted a modified heavy machine gun from the Hummer, mounted it on the Hummer, and aimed at the room where the target was.

The trigger was pulled.

The heavy machine gun bullets instantly turned the outer wall of the Bulgari Hotel into a honeycomb.

Generally speaking, although the Continental Hotel is a semi-open killer guild, it also maintains a certain tacit understanding with the government.

There are some rules that killers need to abide by in the Continental Hotel, such as not using powerful bombs in downtown areas and not causing too many civilian casualties...

There are many hidden rules, which belong to the tacit understanding between mainland hotels and the government.

Once one party breaks this tacit understanding, sorry, governments of various countries will definitely make great efforts to rectify the abscess of the Continental Hotel.

Many things that happen in the dark cannot be brought to light. Once exposed, even the high table behind the Continental Hotel cannot support it.

The average killer is accustomed to using silenced pistols and sniper rifles, or at most rifles.

Very few people use heavy machine guns during "assassinations."

At least John Wick has barely been seen.

However, the heavy machine gun is barely stuck on the edge of the rules and cannot be considered a violation.

The heavy machine gun fire instantly shattered the room, exterior walls, and windows where the target was located.

Just when the killer who was waiting for the opportunity thought he saw an opportunity.

"puff!"

A sniper bullet penetrated the shirtless man's head directly.

The rattling sound of the heavy machine gun suddenly stopped.

This gunshot not only confirmed John Wick's target, but also had snipers on the high-rise building opposite. Many killers were aware of this.

Many killers lurking near the Bulgari Hotel have lurked and looked for shooting blind spots in high-rise buildings.

Inside the Bulgari Hotel, Myron Walker took advantage of the gap between heavy machine gun fire and nimbly jumped up the stairs on the first floor as he approached the floor where the target was located.

Myron Walker took a deep breath, and his whole body suddenly swelled up, thinking that it was like a big ball was covering his body, more like a swollen puffer fish.

With a forceful roll of his body, Myron Walker's seemingly solid meat ball directly knocked out the door of the staircase, and he crashed directly into the corridor.

"Puff puff……"

"Puff puff……"

The Germanic men who reacted aimed at Myron Walker and pulled the trigger.

Myron Walker rolled his flesh-ball body that almost filled the corridor, and rolled toward the President's private room regardless of the shots from these big men.

"Puff puff…"

With such a big target here, there was no need to deliberately aim the dense bullets, they all focused on Myron Walker.

It's just that the ball of flesh covering Myron Walker's body is like a fat version of a bulletproof vest, with bullets embedded in his surface and being ejected instantly.

"Change the rifle!"

Ryan emptied the bullets in the pistol in one breath, threw the pistol aside, took a fully automatic assault rifle, and pointed it at the meat ball in front of him to empty a magazine of fire.

"Da da da……"

Several big German men discarded their pistols one after another, took out rifles from their backs, pointed them at Myron Walker and fired at him.

The flesh balls on Myron Walker's body exploded instantly and bursts of blood appeared.

However, although the rifle bullets could break his body surface, they seemed to be unable to cause fatal damage to him.

Myron Walker was in pain, and his meat ball rolled faster and faster.

The fast-rolling big meat ball, like a meat and egg tank, crashed directly into Ryan.

Lane took out a shotgun, aimed it at Myron Walker's eyes, advanced instead of retreating, pulled the trigger, and was about to hit it.

A black shadow suddenly flew out on his shoulder, circled around, and landed on the neck of the rolling meat ball.

Let's call it the neck. Amidst the rustling sounds of scales, the little black snake revealed its two hollow sharp snake teeth and bit the greasy white neck beneath it.

"Chichi!"

There was a sound of butter being poured into a hot pan, and with a shrill scream, the fat under Myron Walker's skin seemed to have dissolved.

The moment the little black snake's violent venom came into contact with his skin, it corroded all his flesh and blood at an extremely fast speed~~

(End of chapter)