So Hayes immediately chose a spot that looked about right, raised his paw, and brought his claws down. The blade-sharp tips were just about to pierce into the king cobra's body—
when the king cobra mutant suddenly shed all of his earlier ferocity and dominance. Seeing that his snake life was about to end, he shouted in surrender right in front of them:
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Don't kill me! Don't eat my heart—I… I'm just a defective product! Even if you eat my heart, it won't do you any good!"
A defective product? Eating hearts?
Hayes's claws stopped abruptly, hovering less than five millimeters above the king cobra's skin. If the other party had spoken half a second later, Hayes would already have torn him open, guts spilling everywhere.
Albert's arms tightened around Hayes's neck, then reached forward to tug lightly at the fur beneath his chin, signaling him to pause—this snake was worth interrogating.
From the looks of it, the guy knew quite a few things they didn't.
