Viggo told the Ghostgator, "Come here, buddy. I don't like who's coming this time."

The Ghostgator zipped to Viggo's side in a flash. From the look in its cold eyes, it seemed ready for battle. Clearly, these were not friendly visitors.

A moment later, a hunchbacked old woman appeared. Her face was deeply wrinkled but oddly covered with rouge, which made her seem eccentric.

The sound of her cackling was even worse. She sounded like a rooster crowing with its throat half-squeezed. "Lord Viggo, it's been years. I see you're still enjoying your peaceful life here."

Seeing the old woman, Viggo made no attempt to hide his disgust. "Well, if it isn't Scorpia. It really has been many years. Honestly, I thought Duncan had killed you by now. I'm surprised you're still alive."

When Duncan was mentioned, a cold glint flashed in Scorpia's eyes. "Humph! Someday, I'll take his head and use it as my chamber pot."

Viggo choked on his drink. "You've got guts to talk like that. Duncan could