The Demon Race Attacks (1)

"Please, Miss Yamei." Otsutsuki Kazuhiro made an exceptionally gentlemanly inviting gesture.

Li Yu keenly noticed the awkward expressions on several of their faces. They looked as though they had swallowed flies, their eyes full of astonishment, as if they were saying, "Young Master Kazuhiro can actually be this polite?"

Ōtsutsuki Yamei usually acts all prim and proper in public. She isn't like this when we're around her.

As Otsutsuki Kazuhiro entered, he looked back and swept his gaze over them before the spatial rift instantly vanished.

"Hmph."

"It can't be helped. Young Master Kazuhiro is just like that."

"What's he so smug about? He just has a powerful father."

"Exactly. What the hell is he supposed to be?"

The three young masters who had failed in their courtship vented their frustrations in their three-person chat group. Every movement of their lips was caught by Li Yu's eyes.

When men get jealous, they're no less petty. These are exactly the kind of drinking-and-feasting friends people talk about.

Looking over at Otsutsuki Koji, who stood elsewhere, Li Yu saw the corners of his lips curl upward. He seemed to be taking pleasure in the fact that those fellows had ended up suffering the same fate as him.

Otsutsuki Doron, meanwhile, had stayed by Otsutsuki Kazuhiro's side the entire time, like a dutiful guard.

Li Yu stood at the very edge, watching this display of human nature. Everyone harbored their own schemes; not a single one had their mission at heart. He could only sigh inwardly. If such a loose group encountered a sudden battle, they'd all fight on their own. They wouldn't even know how they died.

After several consecutive spatial fluctuations, the three young masters also vanished from the spot.

The captains turned a blind eye to it all, pretending they