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Half a minute later, Jensen Cook finally came to his senses.
He felt his throat move, his mouth feeling somewhat dry.
He wanted to speak, but could not utter a word.
Known across Abernathy as the Poison King, his skills in poisoning were impressive, and his agility was equally formidable.
Yet, even so.
Jensen Cook hadn't even seen how his opponent drew his sword.
All he remembered was a flash of cold light before his eyes.
And then.
The snake, cleaved into two sections.
"Brother Dragon, Mr. Warm's abilities, they're quite something, aren't they?"
With a touch of pride, Horton Moore walked over, frisking Jensen Cook.
Eventually, his search led to the breast pocket.
He retrieved the bank card that had just been placed there, then stretched out his hand, smiling, "Antidote."
"What antidote..."
Having had the two billion snatched away, Jensen Cook was more than just angry.
He felt humiliated!
When he initially helped Horton Moore, he had deployed both his sons.
