Inside the room.
Blood Queen furrowed her brows, staring at Charles, and for a moment, she too dared not make a hasty move.
Although she always felt that not a single truth came from his mouth, that chest hair and the revolver indeed gave reason to prove his extraordinary relationship with those two men.
Charles smiled slightly, his elbow propped on the table, chin in hand, his demeanor calm as he spoke unruffled:
"They, I will not speak of, but as for my boss, just ask around, you'll know. As a ???-level entity in Happy Street, how many people he has cut with his chainsaw, and as his only apprentice and successor, do you think my boss would just let his good kid die?"
He moved his neck around, loosened his collar, and spread his hands as he said:
"Moreover, the rag-picker grandma from our Happy Street is also very fond of me, really treats me as dearly as her own grandson. If I died, imagine how heartbroken granny would be~~"
