Prince Richard's demeanor was serene, his composure exuding a certain irreverence.
This irreverence was a natural aristocratic air signifying the grace of a true ruler, distinguished from average nobles and commoners.
The Prince frowned, the black tattoo of "king" on his forehead contracting together.
He glanced at these fierce human mercenaries, then looked at the uninvolved Liu Zhenhan.
With a sweep of his royal disregard, some of the mercenaries were taken aback, quickly looking away from his imperious gaze.
