Qin Fen checked the supplies in the kitchen, then selected a few items from the latest shipment and began cooking. The teahouse was finally open for business.
Fine, he was in his serious cooking mode now. Whether it was Samael or Dracula, both had been tossed to the back of his mind. The count locked in the prison remained calm. Since his master had appeared, was there anything left to worry about? No. To put it bluntly, Hell only existed because of that person. In the eyes of the higher-ups and those who knew the truth, this was balance.
That was right, he was not worried either. But the Heart Demon was torn nearly to death. After waiting for so long without finding any trace of the chef, he was walking on thin ice. He approached Belial, took a deep breath, savoring the sweet scent, then plunged straight in. In an instant, he arrived in Belial's mind.
Samael's expression was ugly as he viciously kicked the Hellhound on the floor. "That's it for today!" With that, he turned and strode out of the conference room. Was there any point in continuing the meeting? He did not think so.
"This is utterly humiliating!" Leviathan shook his head, moved, and vanished from the spot. Only after everyone had left did Belial prepare to leave as well. But after taking just one step, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind.
"Can you even call yourself a man? No, you're a demon god, an elder of Hell, one of the fallen angels. Oh, God, I only just found out that you're a sissy and a coward too. Someone framed you, and you didn't react at all. You were once the leader of the Cherubim, weren't you? They bullied you right to your doorstep,