"Sir, you're being too serious ... We black demon hunters don't deserve to respect ..."
The black demon Hunter Captain lowered his head, his tone submissive, his entire being appearing extremely humble.
Clearly, the mo liked to fight and were fierce, worshiping the strong.
For example, the black demon Hunter clan's strength was extremely weak. In the demon world, they were the lowest level of existence.
If it weren't for their special ability to smell, they wouldn't even be qualified to join the army. They could only live like bugs in the darkest and dirtiest places of the demon world.
Respect?
This kind of thing sounded very familiar, but the black demon Hunter Clan had almost never truly obtained it.
"Don't be so nervous, I'm different from the other demons! Maybe we can be friends and respect each other!"
Although Chen Xiaobei had the face of a Holy demon, it was the gentle smile on his face that created a strong contrast and moved people's hearts!
