Chapter 81 Drake

On the bank of Hudson River, in a cold and damp cave, there were snakes and scorpions everywhere.

A haggard old man sat in it, with a gray and white python wrapped around his body. Its head was on the old man's shoulder, and it was swallowing scarlet letter.

The old man closed his eyes.

"Ew!"

Suddenly, the old man spat blood and his face was full of ferocity.

"Who killed my colorful centipede?"

Three pale men rushed in, knelt on the ground and asked in fear, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Your younger martial brother Jim is dead!"

"Jim is dead?"

All three were in a flash.

The withered old man nodded and said, "I lost contact with the colorful centipede. It was finally in New York, a city in the State of New York. You should go and capture the man who killed Jim alive. I will tear him up and feed him to the python."

"Yes!"