The next day at noon.
Monica arrived as promised. She gazed at Xia Ping with infatuation written all over her face, her pretty cheeks flushed as she said, "Lord Austin, last night I had my servants find more than eighty tasks, large and small. I wonder which one Lord Austin would like to undertake?"
"Oh? What kind of tasks?"
Xia Ping raised an eyebrow and looked at the dark-gold cards in Monica's hand. Each was inscribed with the details of a task—task cards unique to Demon Hall.
Yet one could only obtain these task cards after agreeing to accept the task.
But who was Monica? Using her authority, she had directly intercepted all these tasks and handed them to Xia Ping for him to choose from at his leisure.
Only after Xia Ping had made his selection would the remaining tasks be handed over to other demons.
Such was the evil of power.
If the other demons in Demon Hall learned of this, they would surely be green with envy and hatred, and their resentment toward Xia Ping would likely rise to another level.
"Interesting."
With a mere sweep of his divine sense, Xia Ping immediately grasped the contents of every task.
To be honest, the overwhelming majority of Demon Hall's tasks involved hunting down demons.
Demon Hall was, in fact, a law enforcement organization spanning the entire Abyss. It was responsible for overseeing the various kingdoms and maintaining their law and order.
But Abyss Demons were all vicious and cruel, violent by nature, brimming at every moment with the desire to kill. It was an instinct rooted in their very blood.
Trying to bind these Abyss Demons with nothing but a sheet of law was simply a wild fantasy.
Even under the suppression of Demon Hall and the many