Edgar glanced at the claw, then at the lizardman.
"Tso Lan?"
"Yes! Tso Lan! Leader of the Eight Demon Sorcerers! The Moon Demon!"
Xiao Long puffed out his chest, his tail swishing smugly.
"My uncle!"
He deliberately emphasized those two words, sneaking a sideways glance at Wangchuan to gauge his reaction.
Wangchuan showed no reaction.
Edgar fell silent for two seconds.
"The Eight Demon Sorcerers?"
His tone held a very restrained, almost polite skepticism.
Had these two developed some kind of mental problem after being injected with Compound V?
"A lizardman. An uncle."
He glanced at Drago's yellow-green scales, then at Wangchuan's long, silvery-white hair.
Stan Edgar did not remember injections of his company's Compound V causing this sort of reaction.
Besides, Compound V could alter certain physical features, but not to this extent.
The texture of that lizardman's scales was too good. If this were a mutation caused by Compound V, there should have been obvious tissue necrosis and irregular growths.
But the lizardman had none.
He paused.
"Who are you? What do you want here?"
Drago opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for how to respond.
He had not expected a mortal's first reaction to seeing demons to be like this. Besides, hadn't they already told this old black guy when they arrived?
And now he was fucking asking again.
"You!"
"Uncle, this mortal is far too rude! Let me teach him a lesson!"
Wangchuan finally moved.
He tilted his head slightly.
His Purple Lunar Phase Eyes turned toward Edgar.
Just one look.
Edgar stopped breathing.
His soul was sucked out.
Edgar watched helplessly as he floated out of his body, leaving his own flesh behind, hovering in midair and looking down.
His body had slumped on the sofa, his hands resting on the armrests, his eyes