Roc's hand trembled around the lighter. Beneath the flashing lights, the expressions shifting across the Golden-Winged Roc's face were quite a sight. There was no guarding against that. I've completely humiliated myself.
Listening to Old Ox's teasing, the Golden-Winged Roc inwardly winced. The lesser demons behind him looked embarrassed. They glanced at their king, then at Old Ox. The difference was like heaven and earth. Old Ox was utterly composed, looking every bit the sophisticated big shot. He truly lived up to his reputation as a veteran Demon King. Their own king, on the other hand? Good grief, he looked like a country bumpkin.
He had stood there holding that little fire-starting treasure, staring blankly and grinning like an idiot. How humiliating. They were ashamed to have a king like him. It was downright tragic. Instinctively, they took a step back, putting some distance between themselves and the Golden-Winged Roc, and even turned their heads away.
The Bull Demon King was riding high. The nightclub hasn't even opened yet, and I've already got the upper hand. This feels great.
While he enjoyed himself, Roc's face darkened. Bastard, he cursed inwardly. He definitely did that on purpose. A glint flashed through his eyes as an idea occurred to him.
Putting down the phone, Roc's expression changed. "Brother Bull, let's speak plainly. I'm very interested in this place. How about we split it fifty-fifty and join forces? What do you think?" Roc was no fool. One glance told him this place had potential. The promise of customers flocking in was no empty boast. More importantly, there were the intangible benefits it would bring. The more famous the place became, the more prestigious his title of Demon King would become.
More lesser demons would flock to his banner, giving him more resources and