Hu Ti and Dao Se were silent upon Amon's words. They then burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! The Demon Gang leader truly knows how to crack a joke," Hu Ti laughed.
"That is right! Never know you were this funny from our past interactions," Dao Se added.
Hu Ti suddenly stopped laughing. He slapped the table and exclaimed, "Junior! I still have not asked you for compensation for murdering my trusted lieutenant, Liu Lang. How dare you ask me for one?"
Amon sniggered again before he said, "Hehe. You two might have much free time to enjoy this pointless chatter, but I don't. We all know how this conversation will end. Why waste time?"
Finished speaking, Amon's hand, which was on the table, injected a strong aether into the wooden table. The table couldn't withstand the energy. It exploded.
