None of the four Demon Kings were willing to let Andrew tamper with their souls, because that would be enslavement. Signing a Contract, on the other hand, meant cooperation—or employment. The status was completely different.
As Demon Kings, they still cared greatly about their dignity. Besides, the treatment of slaves and employees was worlds apart.
Hearing the Demon Kings' responses, Andrew smiled faintly and asked, "Why do you think I beat you up first before discussing business?"
The Demon Kings fell silent. The reason was simple: acting first and talking later meant the other party's demands could not be refused.
"I said I won't surrender. If you've got the ability, kill me."
The Multi-winged Demon King roared. The Boasting Demon King silently gave him a thumbs-up in his heart. Risking his life to negotiate for them—the Multi-winged Demon King really was a good man.
Andrew did not waste words. He simply raised his hand, and a beam of light blasted straight toward the Multi-winged Demon King. The Boasting Demon King and the others were dumbfounded. He was really going to kill him just like that? That was a Demon King. At least try persuading him a few more times!
The Multi-winged Demon King was somewhat stunned as well. However, he was not putting on an act. Though deeply unwilling, he still closed his eyes and waited for death, with no intention of begging for mercy.
He, the Multi-winged Demon King, might not have been strong, but he was absolutely an iron-blooded real man.
The next moment, the beam struck the Multi-winged Demon King. The Multi-winged Demon King, uh, was completely unharmed. Instead, a strange sensation came from the two wounds on his back. Moments later, a pair of white wings sprang out with a swish.
The Multi-winged Demon King hurriedly