Chapter 928 Tyrant Blade

Kirin Summers took out his cell phone and dialed a number. Quickly enough, Prof’s adulating voice was heard. “Hello, Young Master! How are you, Young Master?” “Damn you, Prof, is the laboratory ready?” asked Kirin. “The research into a perfect Red Spider is both my mother’s and my dream.” “Relax, Young Master, everything is ready and in place,” replied Prof. “As soon as the bone marrow arrives, I have absolute conviction that I can recreate a flawless Red Spider.” “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” The strange laughter once again heard from Kirin. He then said, “Great. The bone marrow will be there soon enough.” Over at the iron boat, Luc Mills poured himself a glass of wine and took a sniff of it. He then reached out for the few remaining peanuts left on the plate. He did not drink the wine and retracted his hand from the plate. Nearby, Tyr’s boat had arrived. The wooden boot was pushed below the waterline as Tyr, with a forceful stomp, leaped up and onto the iron boat deck. “The wine is not ch