Vladimir felt uneasy, and before he could respond to Haitao's question—
the masked demon guard at the side spoke first, his tone puzzled.
"Lord Vladimir, are you planning to fight this outsider to the death to determine who will command the lower demons?"
At that, Vladimir shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Ah, no, no, no... It's just command over a few lower demons. If he wants them, he can have them."
Fight to the death?
What bullshit!
Now that he was desperate to regain his freedom, the last thing he wanted was to stir up trouble!
Especially against an outsider demon of unknown identity like Liu Wenjian!
After all, last time, he had been tormented half to death by an outsider succubus and her servant.
So now—
forget a few lower demons' command rights, even if Liu Wenjian wanted to squat on his head and take a dump!
Vladimir would give him a thumbs-up and praise him with a smile, saying it smelled great!
Haitao was completely dumbfounded.
What was going on?
They had not seen each other for some time, yet Prince Vladimir, once decisive in battle and full of schemes, had become like this??
Was this the depravity of beastliness, or the extinction of demonic nature?
He was practically more polite than a Holy Chosen, wasn't he?!
What the hell had you been through!?
"Prince Vladimir, do you know what you're saying..." Haitao asked again, unwilling to give up.
Unexpectedly, this thoroughly enraged the other party.
Vladimir shot Haitao a fierce glare and said with a smile that did not reach his eyes, "Of course I know what I'm saying... From the sound of it, are you questioning whether something is wrong with my head?"
"Uh, I..." Haitao was left speechless, unsure how to respond.
The demon