Chapter 3738 Addiction
- By then, Matthew had let his fake wounds heal just enough for him to stand and move freely.
- He passed out bottles of Kiss of God, placing one into every soldier's hand. The men lunged at them like starving wolves, each desperate to snatch his share.
- Serpent's face twisted with fury. His voice cracked sharp and raw as he barked, "Not a single one of you brought back anything useful, yet you drink like you've earned it!"