Five hours ago, late at night.
In a luxury suite of a hotel not far from baoze.
"I'm sorry for being presumptuous. But please believe that I have no ill intentions. Confessing my identity is the best sincerity I can show." Hans, who had sunken eyes and messy hair, was sitting on the sofa casually.
His deep pupils, his voice that made it impossible to tell if he was a man or a woman, and his completely different temperament were all warning Beck Richard, telling him that this man was not the real Captain Hans.
"Ancient demon?" Beck richadson quietly tensed his muscles, his gaze solemn.
I'm a ruler. You can call me broken Army. Hans laughed.
Army destroyer ... 'Richard could sneak into the hotel without a sound and come to see me with Hans's face ... Was it the ruler whose clone could host others?
Beck richadson's pupils contracted. "What did you do to Hans?"
