Silver Flood Dragon City Royal Palace.
At this moment, the Silver Flood Dragon King's face was livid, as though he had been punched several times. The entire atmosphere was incomparably oppressive, dark and heavy, as if a violent storm could break at any moment.
Because just moments ago, his communicator had kept ringing as Demon Kings called one after another.
Some Demon Kings spoke very bluntly, loudly saying that if the Silver Flood Dragon King had run into any difficulties recently, they Demon Kings could help him weather the hardship. There was no need to scam humans and do something so humiliating to demons.
After all, doing something so low and vile for a bit of money was shameful even for demons. And as a Demon King with status and standing, going out to scam people was simply indefensible.
Other Demon Kings held grudges against him and called directly to mock him with cold sarcasm. They asked when the Silver Flood Dragon King had become so desperate for money that he would do something so humiliating to demons, bringing enormous disgrace upon the Demon Race. They even suggested that the Silver Flood Dragon King hang himself, lest he continue shaming the Demon Race.
There were also Demon Kings looking to rob a burning house. They said they could help the Silver Flood Dragon King through this temporary hardship and even help him pay wages, but he would have to offer treasures in exchange.
Their tone was so snide and mocking that they treated the Silver Flood Dragon King like a fat sheep to be slaughtered. It infuriated him so much that he smashed the communicator on the spot, his rage reaching its peak.
"Damn it, damn it all!"
The Silver Flood Dragon King roared, "What do they all take me