"Snake Demon, beg me for mercy, and maybe I'll let you suffer a little less."
Jiang Xingze's hands were stained with Snake Blood, and his expression turned crazed. He was ecstatic; the joy he felt now was as immense as the humiliation he had once endured.
The pleasure of this revenge was unparalleled.
"Just you wait and die."
Since he wouldn't be killed, Tu Xiao'an would, at most, suffer some superficial wounds. But he swore that Jiang Xingze had better never fall into his hands.
Jiang Xingze froze for a moment at those words, then burst out laughing. "You'll be begging soon enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the blood-stained dagger high, his face thick with a Vengeful Spirit, savage and terrifying.
SLAP—
Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the lab. Jiang Xingze spun around on the spot, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was completely dumbfounded.
'Who the fuck ambushed me?'
