'So it really wasn't Dr. Snake.'
In the video Sister Meilin had sent him, the Vampire Snake had rampaged out of Shanye Group, carrying someone on its back.
Tu Xiao'an had always been curious about the identity of the person on the Vampire Snake's back.
Besides Dr. Snake, who else in the world could possibly control the Vampire Snake?
'New and old scores to settle?'
Tu Xiao'an took note of what the black-robed man had said. Seeing the man's towering hatred for him, he wondered, 'Could he have a grudge against me?'
'No way. If someone that ugly held a grudge against me, it's impossible I wouldn't remember him.'
'Generally, two kinds of people leave a lasting impression: those as beautiful as a Celestial Immortal, and those who are incomparably hideous. This man was clearly the latter.'
Levitating in the air, Tu Xiao'an stared at the black-robed man with utter disgust. The longer he looked, the uglier the man became—so ugly that even he, a snake, felt his heart sink in despair.
