"Master!!!"
Denji immediately grabbed Meng Fan's arm.
"My dear disciple, I know you're worried about me. Don't worry, I won't lose."
Meng Fan gently patted Denji's arm to reassure him.
But Denji leaned close to Meng Fan's ear and whispered, "That's not what I meant. I'm asking if you can give me one too after you win."
"Get lost!!"
Meng Fan snapped at him.
He had thought Denji was worried about whether he could win.
Instead, this was what he cared about.
It also showed how much Denji trusted Meng Fan.
He had already started sizing up the five women.
If he really had to pick one of them,
Denji would definitely choose Quanxi.
Though she radiated a mature woman's allure from head to toe,
at least she looked human.
Long legs, lovely hair, and no bra padding.
The other four women were all Fiends.
Their bodies retained their Fiend traits.
"Lady Quanxi."
All four women looked at Quanxi.
They clearly didn't want to serve a man.
"What? You don't believe in me?" Quanxi challenged them. Winning two rounds would be a little difficult, but she was completely confident she could win at least one.
"I believe in Lady Quanxi! You almost won last time, and this time you only need to win one round," Pingcui said coyly, hugging one of Quanxi's arms.
"Blood," called a woman behind her, who had dark red hair, two red horns on her head like Power's, and usually wore handcuffs on both wrists.
Hearing her harem cheer her on,
Quanxi's gaze grew even more resolute.
"Are we going outside, or fighting in here?"
"Outside. If we wreck the cafe, we might attract the Bomb Devil."
Reze froze.
Meng Fan clearly meant more than he was saying.
It also convinced Reze that Meng Fan knew