Chapter 1440
At that moment, Aspen was soaked in sweat, her skin flushed, and her breath ragged. The drug coursing through her veins set every nerve on fire with desire, and her eyes glazed with heat. Since she had always been attracted to Andrew, this chemical storm only made her crave him more—desperately, wildly.
However, Andrew frowned, holding back his impulse. “Be good. Let me take care of these bastards first!”
He tapped several pressure points on her body to suppress the drug’s effects, calming her spiraling arousal. Then, he gently laid her down before standing up straight.
His elbow caught Black Viper’s incoming blade, deflecting the strike.
Dropping his shoulder, Andrew stepped in hard and threw a straight punch aimed at Black Viper’s skull. He hissed, “You should’ve run with Rafael and Mosby when you had the chance, but now, it’s too late. Go join your dear White Viper.”
The calm in Andrew’s voice only made Black Viper more enraged. With a guttural roar, he launched a storm of dagger strikes, fast as rainfall, his movements blurring around Andrew.
“How dare you look down on me! I’m Black Viper, the deadliest killer under Grand Viper! My Serpent’s Silent Strike technique will drain every drop of blood from the body—if even a single drop remains in yours, then I’ve failed!”
With a wild grin, he accelerated again, unleashing a vicious flurry of attacks.
Aspen gasped from the floor, her voice shaky and heated. “Master, be careful! He’s strong… and that tongue of his can stretch really far!”
Andrew slammed his fist into Black Viper, forcing him backward, though the man’s dagger skimmed his wrist in the process. Andrew was caught off guard. ‘His tongue can stretch really far? Wait a minute. Isn’t that Aspen’s signature trick?’
Among Lauren, Francesca, and Aspen, it was Aspen who had the most flexible tongue, and he knew that very well.
Black Viper licked his dagger with a split, snake-like tongue, cackling. “That last slash? You’re gonna feel it real soon! My blade’s laced with poison—the more you move, the faster it’ll spread. The harder you fight, the quicker you die.”
Andrew glanced back at Aspen, who had started shamelessly pawing at her chest, lost in drugged pleasure. It was a scene too sensual for him to share with anyone else.
Annoyed, he charged forward with brutal speed, launching a fierce assault on Black Viper. Three moves in, he nearly had the slippery assassin on the ropes.
Black Viper’s eyes widened in disbelief. “What the hell? Why aren’t you affected? Did the poison not work?”
Andrew raised his wrist and smirked coldly. “You really thought that little toy of yours could hurt me?”
Black Viper stared and gasped. “Your skin didn’t even break? No way… H–Have you already stepped into the realm of a martial king?”
That moment of shock cost him dearly—his hands faltered, his movements slowed. Against someone like Andrew, even a flicker of hesitation was a death sentence.
Then, two sharp cracks echoed through the room—Andrew had smashed through Black Viper’s crossed arms like they were twigs.
“My chest, my ribs!” Black Viper screamed, stumbling backward, agony warping his face.
Even so, he did not give up. With a last-ditch snarl, his split tongue suddenly shot out, just like Aspen had warned—like a dart, it launched straight at Andrew’s eye. It looked like flesh, but it was sharp enough to pierce metal.
Unfortunately for Black Viper, he was going up against Andrew.