The sisters Gan Jiang and Mo Ye exchanged glances, then looked each other up and down with appraising eyes. Though they looked like pretty young girls in the bloom of youth, their gazes were as sharp as blades that could slice through iron—and seemed even sharper than the lightsabers in their hands.
After the serpent head had spent half a minute trembling with fear, he finally heard their answer.
"You were hit by Martial Uncle's spirit flame, and you still think you can run?" Gan Jiang sneered.
"Actually, that wasn't a spirit flame. It was a spiritual creature used in combat," Mo Ye explained. "Uncle Han used to love throwing explosive bugs and biting cabbages at his enemies' faces."
"So it's easy to understand how he might have cultivated something even scarier from the spirit realm," Gan Jiang said.
"Once you were hit, you were already marked." Mo Ye nodded.
Suihuo froze for a moment, then seemed to understand. His whole body shuddered as if an electric current had passed through him. In an instant, the metallic sheen of his skin began to fade.
Then his body suddenly hunched over. He dropped onto all fours, and his torso and head began to swell until he had transformed from a reptile into a gigantic frog.
Next, he suddenly opened his mouth and shot out his tongue—not to attack the twins, of course, but to flick out a candle flame that was still faintly burning.
Gan Jiang and Mo Ye exchanged another glance. Each saw the other's astonishment.
Right before their eyes, this fellow had turned into a Hutt. They were an exceedingly rare species throughout the universe. Though they had no powerful nation of their own, they wielded considerable influence in the underworld. They weren't a psionically sensitive species, but they