Marvel's Super Venom System

The game continued, and Sith seemed to have regained his luck. He won a few hands in a row, and the atmosphere gradually relaxed. After a while, the game ended, and Pique stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hey hey hey! My good brother, I had a lot of fun today, let's play together next time." Pique said goodbye to Sith with a strange smile while enjoying the smooth and tender skin of the woman beside him.

Sith also smoked a cigar and said, "Of course, my brother, you are welcome here anytime."

Pique withdrew his mischievous hand, stroked his chin and said with a lewd smile: "Hey hey hey, this chick is pretty good, I like it very much, why don't Sith brothers give it to me."

Sith looked at the woman kneeling by the table with blood on her mouth. The latter lowered her head when she heard the words, and bent over with her hands clasped and trembling.

Sith chuckled lightly and said, "Brother Pique has already spoken, and logically speaking, I shouldn't refuse. But, I still can't agree to you, sorry, my brother, I also like this woman very much."

As Sith spoke, he stroked the woman's head, as if he was petting a cute kitten. The latter lowered his head to feel the caress of the big hand above his head, suppressing his trembling.

Pique's eyes were fixed, and then he smiled again: "Hey, hey, I was abrupt, I didn't expect you to like this kind of stuff, brother."

After saying that, he turned around and left with his people.

The people around Sith couldn't help but stepped forward after hearing what Pique said, but they were stopped by Sith's eyes.

After Pique left, Sith angrily threw the cigar in his hand on the ground and stomped it out.

Sith roared: "Damn it, Pique! How dare you call me like playing with your leftovers, FMD! If the boss didn't let you make trouble, I'd fucking be you today!"

Sith knew very well that even if the boss didn't say this, he couldn't do this. He had to listen to Bob and not cause trouble, which was also his foundation.

Pique and Sith wanted a woman, of course Sith could not agree, this was not asking for a woman at all, it was Pique trying to save his face, but Sith couldn't give it to him, and he couldn't even take away a piece of toilet paper, he Sith just wanted to be a head taller than Pique.

The dwarf Pique also knew that Sith and him had different weights in Bob's psychology, so he was the first to confess in the previous poker table confrontation.But Sith didn't give him face in the end, so he had to disgust Sith in the end.

Sith, who was still not relieved, smashed the nearby wine bottle and cup on the ground, and the shattered glass fragments splashed all over the ground in an instant.

The woman kneeling by the table also had her leg and cheek cut by the shards, and blood flowed down the wound, but she still didn't dare to move.

Sith panted heavily, the wine under his feet soaked the carpet and wet his leather shoes, and he rubbed the wine on the shoes with the dry carpet next to him in disgust.

Sith looked at the kneeling woman again, his eyes full of disgust and coldness.

He waved his hand, and two bodyguards came over.

"Go clean up that disgusting trash. Looking at her reminds me of that goddamn shorty Pique." Sith ordered to the two.

The two bodyguards nodded and walked towards the woman.

The woman sat on the ground limply when she heard Sith's words. She finally raised her head, those beautiful eyes were desperate and lifeless.

She stared at Sith's face, as if trying to carve him into her brain.

Two bodyguards stepped forward and dragged the woman out of the door. The woman's eyes were still fixed on Sith until she was pulled out of the door.

Sith waved his hand again to let the people in the room disperse, then poured himself a glass of wine, sat down on the sofa by the window, and was lost in thought while watching the night scene.

Sith has been very irritable recently. He always feels that danger is everywhere, and the evil spirits put too much pressure on him. Ur, Ibai, and the scary video sent in the middle of the night.

One thing after another, he felt that his nerves were going to weaken.

Sith took a sip of wine, leaned on the sofa and murmured, "Evil ghost, evil ghost."

"Hiss~pa" The lights in the whole room were suddenly turned off, and the whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness.

Suddenly, Sith felt a hot and humid breath coming from his neck, and a long, mucus-filled "snake" was crawling around his neck.

A devil-like voice rang in his ears, the voice was hoarse like a ghost panting, and as cold as the cold wind from the abyss.

"Are you calling me, Mr. Sith."

"I'm here, I think you must have something to tell me, don't you?"

Sith was stunned, the voice fixed him on the sofa like a fixing spell, and he didn't dare to move or turn his head.

He was afraid that he would see that terrifying face as soon as he turned his head, and he was also afraid that the terrifying big mouth would bite his head off as soon as he turned his head.

Sith was sitting on the sofa holding his wine glass like this. He turned his eyes and looked at the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows vaguely reflected himself sitting on the sofa.

Above his head, a pair of pale and narrow eyes were staring at him with an icy cold light.

The big mouth full of sharp teeth under the eyes is grinning, and the blood red tongue is sticking out, swimming around his neck.

Sith's hand holding the cup began to tremble, and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

"Mr. Evil Ghost, what's the matter with you? No. Don't kill me." Sith was shaking and crying, he had been crushed by fear.

Sith begged with a sob.

Meng Ran reached out and stroked his neck, and said kindly, "Why is Mr. Sith so scared?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to give you a present."

After Meng Ran finished speaking, regardless of Sith's trembling and pleading, he pinched his chin with his left hand and a centipede with his right hand.

Sith opened his mouth in horror, frantically shaking his head to escape.

But Meng Ran's powerful big hands controlled his head, preventing him from moving.

The centipede twisted its body flexibly, and the densely packed insect legs beside the body also kept twisting and moving.

Sith watched the centipede being stuffed into his mouth, and he could feel it moving its dense insect legs in his throat, crawling deeper.

The itching went from his mouth to his throat, and then all the way down, disappearing into his stomach.

Meng Ran let go of his hand, and Sith rolled off the sofa immediately, then grabbed the wine on the table and drank it for himself.

After drinking for a while, Sith clasped his throat with his hands and tried to spit out the worms, but he didn't spit out anything except the pungent wine and stomach acid.

Meng Ran was sitting on a small sofa, watching Sith's performance with great interest.

Sith vomited for a while, and fell limply on the ground. He exhausted all his strength and crawled towards Meng Ran, begging the evil spirit to let him go.

Meng Ran ignored his pleading, and took out a small bone flute with his hands, put it to his mouth and began to play.

There was no sound, but Sith clutched his stomach and kept rolling and howling on the ground.

After playing for a while, Meng Ran put down the bone flute.

He said coldly to Sith: "Now Mr. Sith should have received my gift and felt my heart."

"This little bug will make you feel comfortable for a while every day, and you can only be relieved by taking the antidote. If you don't have the antidote for three consecutive days or you have thoughts that are not good for me, you will die suddenly."

Sith wasn't stupid either, he knew that the evil spirit didn't kill him quickly, but instead fed him worms, making him suffer so much pain that he must have something to do by himself.

Sith was covered in cold sweat, and his whole body was as weak as a collapse. He collapsed on the ground, with his face pressed against the carpet, breathing heavily.

Hearing Meng Ran's words, he panted heavily, and said weakly, "Mr. Evil Ghost, please tell me what I need to do, and I will definitely finish it."

Meng Ran nodded, the young man is very good, not bad, not bad.

Meng Ran stood up from the sofa, walked to Sith and squatted down, and helped him straighten his sweat-drenched hair.

"I want you to quickly control the situation of the Crocodile Gang after Bob's death, can you do it?" Meng Ran said softly.

Sith lay on the ground, his eyes widened when he heard the words, and he tried hard to digest Meng Ran's words.

Meng Ran was not in a hurry, waiting for Sith's reply.

After a while, Sith finally made up his mind, and said tremblingly, "No problem, Mr. Ghost, I can do it."

After saying this, Sith glanced at the face of the evil ghost again, then lowered his head again, knocked his head on the carpet and said, "Mr. evil ghost, although I can stabilize the situation, there are still some people who won't listen to me."

"Although none of those leaders are stronger than me, if they unite, I can't help it."

After saying these words, Sith still didn't raise his head, but he could feel the evil spirit's eyes on him.

Hearing this, Meng Ran looked at Sith lying on the ground again, and said with a smile, "Very well, it's good that you can control the situation, so I don't have to find other people."

Sith's body trembled when he heard the words, but he quickly returned to normal, still lying on his stomach with his head down.

Meng Ran continued, "I'll take care of the troubles you mentioned, such as that shorty Pique, right?"

Sith lowered his head and said in a trembling voice, "Yes."

Meng Ran stood up and said loudly at the same time: "The trouble will be resolved tonight, I hope you don't let me down."

"By the way, there are some garbage from you here. I just slaughtered some, remember to dispose of it yourself."

Sith lay on the ground and responded, "Okay, no problem, it's their honor to be sanctioned by Mr. Evil Ghost."

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie ~!" As if he was amused by what he said, the terrifying laughter of evil ghosts echoed in the room, and it took a long time to disappear.

Sith raised his head after a while, and he was alone in the dark room.

Through the moonlight, he saw three pills in front of him.

He quickly grabbed the pill in his hand, as if he was holding his own life, and then he collapsed on the ground until the next morning.