Faced with the demon’s apparently malicious proposal, Weston didn’t even give him a charity in his eyes.
He put his hands on the surface of the black round table, his fingertips pressed against the pattern of playing cards engraved on the table, his expression dignified.
After the other S-Class left, the entire conference room became very quiet, incredibly quiet, only the clouds on the ground were still rolling.
The sight of the white-haired youth is firmly falling on one of the pure white space doors.
A gray-black gossip plate and a dark blue yin and yang symbol are engraved on the door of that space door.
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