Money?
The demon gods exchanged confused glances, their wide eyes staring at each other, but not a single cent materialized.
As demon gods, when had they ever needed to use human currency in their lifetimes? And even if they did, who would dare accept their money?
Archdemon frowned slightly, clearly annoyed, and said, "Just walk away. It's just a couple of burgers. What's the big deal?"
Skipping out on the bill? So what?
After all, the debts they owed humanity couldn't be repaid even with their lives. If they were already destined to die, why care about a few burgers?
Before the Fifth Demon God could respond, a lazy voice came from the side of the road:
"My third bro pays for his burgers here too."
The demon gods turned their heads toward the source of the voice.
There, squatting on the curb, was a man with a hammer strapped to his waist. He was casually bullying a madman while patting the head of a white dog.
