I Am Russell, the Luo of Zhao, Qian, Sun, and Li

Hell's Gate, which allowed entry but no exit, had been walked out of from the inside...

Russell stared in astonishment at the man in the white suit who emerged from the gate. Considering the man's name, it seemed perfectly reasonable. There was nothing to be surprised about.

Forget about a gate that only allowed entry—he could walk out even if there were no gate at all.

After all, he was Satan!

But what did that line, "Be my son," mean?

If he meant it literally, that would be wonderful!

But couldn't they discuss it privately? Saying it out loud in front of everyone—if he agreed, wouldn't that make him look completely shameless?

For a moment, Russell's thoughts ran wild. When he snapped back to reality and saw Satan's smiling face, he hurriedly said, "Sir, what's your surname? If you're here to pick up your son from school, what a coincidence—the one under your foot is him."

"Also, I was just passing by and saw an angel beating him up. She hit him really hard. But don't worry, I risked my life to save your son and chased off that masked Gabriel who refused to reveal her real name."

"No need to thank me. There's water boiling at home, so I'm in a hurry to leave."

"Farewell. No need to see me off, or I'll get mad!"

Russell fired off a rapid barrage of words. Whether Satan was dizzy or not, Russell certainly was. The moment he turned around, however, he saw Satan sitting in an office chair that had appeared out of thin air, blocking his path.

"Sir, you really don't need to see me off!"

"Hehehe, little friend, I admire those three pairs of black wings of yours. Of course, your shamelessness is also quite impressive." Satan maintained his