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 supreme leader, who reigned over hundreds of thousands of assassins in Summerland's Secret Realm, had just been strangled to death by a snake. Kaia went over to check the cobra's vitals. "It's also dead." "Leah, extract its gall bladder. It's the essence of its consumption of exquisite herbs over the past 300 years, and we can use it to concoct pills for vital energy cultivation. It'll help drive the entire Summerland into a vital energy cultivation craze." "Does its scales have any use?" Kaia asked. "Certainly. We can forge armor with them," Cyrus said. "It has killed so many people, and now, it's contributing to us. You could say it's atoning for its sins now." Leah was left to handle the cobra. Suppressing her disgust, she sliced its belly open. "Its gallbladder is massive!" she exclaimed, utterly flabbergasted. "Well, the cobra's size is self-explanatory," Cyrus commented. He approached the cobra for a closer look and realized that the gallbladder was around four feet—almost as large as a bathtub. "How many vital energy cultivation pills can be made from this gallbladder?" "It depends on its spiritual energy. We can make at least 10,000 pills if it's diluted. I'll also add other herbs during the concocting process," Cyrus said. Familiar with the anatomy of the snake, Kaia assisted Leah in dissecting it. Meanwhile, Cyrus headed to the control room and approached the sailor hiding under the table. "Head back to Summerland now," he ordered. "This isn't a Summerland vessel. I'm not sure whether we can dock at the port." "Just go ahead. Someone will let us through once we arrive at the port," Cyrus assured. While the ship cruised toward Summerland, a surge of worry filled his chest. He was worried that those people, thinking that he was dead, might start targeting his family. "Is there a satellite phone?" he asked. "We have satellite equipment on the helicopter, but it went down with the crash earlier." … Back at Sykes Estate in Centuria, Nicole had sped back to Manor No. 1 in Leah's sports car. "Pack your bags. We have to leave now," she said to Hank. "Has something happened to Mr. Johnson?" Hank asked, puzzled. Nicole nodded. "I overheard some new intel—Cobra Island was destroyed by missiles." "Missiles?" Hank was stunned. Having participated in three deathmatches, he had never heard of using missiles directly in the event. Devastated, Nicole went back to her room and swiftly packed her luggage. She also brought the clothes Cyrus left behind with her—his lingering scent on them served as her emotional support. Then, she texted Zoey, "Zoey, something might have happened to Cyrus. Bring Mira back and don't go anywhere else. Hank and I are taking the private jet back immediately." "Are you sure about the news?" Zoey was shaking. She had been worried for days, only to receive news like this.