Love at the Wrong Table (Emmanuel Lowe and Mackenzie) novel Chapter 725

Chapter 725

Emmanuel still had his doubts.

The woman in red was also a killer from the Redback Assassins. Although her

position might not match up to her brother’s, she surely had substantial

earnings. How did she become so poor?

Mackenzie shared the doubts and confronted the woman in red directly as

she asked, “Given your skills, even if you’re broke, have you not once

considered sneaking into a pharmacy to steal some medical supplies?”

“Hehe, you’re underestimating me!” the woman in red replied with a hint of

pride. “We’re assassins, not thieves. Sneaky things like stealing? That’s not our

style!”

Emmanuel couldn’t help but chuckle. “Oh, really? So, who was sneaking

around and following us today?”

“Uh…

The unexpected sight of the woman in red blushing with embarrassment

caught them off guard.

“Alright, I’ll have someone bring it over.” Mackenzie didn’t want to waste any

more time.

She had a couple of reasons for wanting to save the Snake Master.

Firstly, he served as Emmanuel’s Snake Slave and demonstrated

considerable competence. His recovery would undoubtedly prove valuable.

Secondly, the Snake Master held a prominent position within the Redback

Assassins. If he survived, he could potentially provide them with vital

information.

Notably, Mackenzie was also aware that Emmanuel seemed curiously

interested in the peculiar pattern on the Snake Master’s face.

Emmanuel paid no attention to who Mackenzie might direct to deliver

medical supplies. Instead, he seized the opportunity to study the Snake

Master’s body.

The more he delved into understanding the Snake Master’s physique, the

more astonished he became!

It appeared that modern dark medicine had advanced to a level beyond the

comprehension of ordinary people. The Snake Master’s bodily structure

hardly resembled that of a human anymore.

The scales adorning his physique likely harbored mystical energy. However,

they had now been forcibly stripped away, leaving his form bloody and his

white bones exposed.

“What kind of saintess is she? She’s practically a female demon!”

Emmanuel couldn’t help but grind his teeth in anger, deeply disturbed by the

brutal and inhumane treatment the Shake Master had endured.

Mackenzie’s expression turned chilly as well, with a trace of hidden

resentment. She seemed to be lost in thought but remained silent.