Chapter 901

"All the five major medical families in Summerland practice immunity to poison. Why are you so certain that I'm an Olsen?" "Because you kept denying," Cyrus chortled. "Why, you!" Quillan fumed. No matter whether Cyrus' claims were justified or pure nonsense, Quillan had indeed busted himself by being so anxious. "But you don't need to argue," Cyrus said. "You can't live any longer as well. Your dad, Bernard, will bear the repercussions of your sins instead." "Who are you to—" Quillan gasped before he could even finish his sentence. The more he struggled, the tighter the king cobra wrapped itself around him. His effort in stabbing its injured eye had been futile as well. After all, the king cobra had wrapped itself around Quillan out of its instinct before death. It'd never let go; it was determined to perish along with its enemy. Quillan's weathered face flushed red as he began to suffocate. The disguise he wore eventually faded, revealing his distorted, old face. The suprem