Chapter 651

Silas might have said so, but he marveled inwardly at Cyrus' ability to discern Black Adder in the Viper's Drip. Concocting poison was the Sykes family's forte, after all. The normal Black Adder derived from adder blood was crimson, but the Sykes family could refine it into a colorless, tasteless crystal with no loss of potency. Cyrus stared at him. "Who's guarding the Hub?" "Err… we'll have to look into it." "Do it now." Then, Cyrus swaggered back into the manor and slipped into his seat. He continued feasting, looking utterly unfazed. The three family heads of the Sykes family were dumbstruck. "Mr. Johnson, I have the antidote here if you feel unwell." "Really? In that case, please bring me the antidote," Cyrus said. Only then did the three realize that they had been duped. None of them wanted to offer him the antidote as they merely wanted to probe his situation to see why he wasn't dead yet. "Alright, I'll send someone to get it now. It might take some time, though,"