Chapter 338
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Although Yan Jie repeatedly slapped Azmodeus, and the sound of clapping mixed with the gushing of blood echoed out in the underground prison, not a single other person moved a muscle. Not the guards or the one being abused; the only one currently doing anything was the short-tempered, high maintenance princess.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Even though his face was bruised to purple and golden blood stained the left side of his cheek, Azmodeus was as emotionless as he was before the system erased his emotion limiters.
He simply stared at the ugly, scornful look on the face of a nut case. 'Even though I already knew the true colors of this two-faced b*tch before I met her, I'm still left amazed by her 'benevolence.' In fact, she is being so benevolent that I ought to repay the favor one of these days,' he thought.
