The object struck Darven Mikail’s nose before falling to the ground.

It was actually a tiny, thin, red snake that was less than ten centimeters long. When it fell to the ground, its tail was still wagging, but its brain had been squashed into bits and pieces.

“Ahh—”

The women all backed away in fear.

Most women were afraid of things like snakes.

When Darven saw the dead tiny, red snake, his facial expression changed drastically.

This turned out to be his trump card.

Previously, he wanted