Chapter 1197 Herodes

Tyr Summers turned his head around to look at Olympia Arena. Underneath the massive factory with an exterior that gave the impression of an abandoned building, it looked as if a primitive beast was lying there. “Contact that Herodes you spoke of. Tell him you are still interested in buying Red Spider. Ask him to come to you,” Tyr said. “You… why are you two intending to buy Red Spiders?” Garth Cheever asked. “Cut the crap!” Tyr once again kicked Garth in his chest. At this moment, Garth hated Tyr so much that he wanted to tear him from limb to limb, but currently, he did not have that sort of ability. “Okay... I’ll call, I’ll make the call.” Garth hurriedly fished out his cell phone and dialed a phone number. Soon, the phone number was connected. A gruff voice came from the opposite end of the phone. He asked, “Young Master Cheever, how is the effect of the drug?” Garth cursed at the other end of the phone without hesitation. He scolded, “Herodes, motherf*cker! Didn’t you say that