The city's towering buildings came back into view. Beelzebub was dozing in the car. Once it had been safely parked, the faceless steward from the café stepped forward, opened the passenger door, and carried Beelzebub out.
His tone was even.
"Father, you really shouldn't have taken His Lordship so far away. Look, he hasn't finished today's work again."
Baal looked at the vagrants wandering aimlessly through the city and frowned slightly. They were probably wandering souls who should have faced judgment a month ago, or perhaps years ago.
Beelzebub yawned in his arms. "Baal, stop talking about work, all right? Tell me, which of them is the biggest villain?"
Baal shook his head helplessly and walked into the café with Beelzebub held in one arm, saying nothing. Several flies buzzed noisily above the café.
Wei Yanchi leaned forward, resting his hand on the back of the driver's seat. He was close enough to see Xie De's slightly lowered lashes.
"Did you come for me, sir?"
Xie De glanced at him with a smile. "No."
"I don't believe you."
Wei Yanchi leaned against the edge of the driver's seat, seemingly about to ask something else.
Wei Jianye interrupted him. "Since we're out of Asmodeus's territory now, let's just leave."
As he spoke, he took out the two angel eyeballs. They glowed faintly in Hell, tiny fractures appearing in the space around them, even distorting the hand Wei Jianye held them in.
But this distortion was spatial, and therefore visual. It had no effect on Wei Jianye. Instead, it further demonstrated the angel eyeballs' rejection of Hell's space. They were guaranteed to get them out.
"There's no rush."
Xie De took an angel eyeball from his hand and examined it. Its icy-blue iris rotated, seeming to meet his gaze.
"No rush? If