"Who are you?" Melo's eyebrows arched, shouting sternly.
Bruiser lay on the ground, stammering for a long time without saying anything. He didn't know what to say; he couldn't possibly admit he came to secretly see Siber.
Bruiser really wanted to say nothing, but Melo's gaze was truly terrifying. Bruiser had lived in White Goose Town for many years and had seen its dark side, yet he had never felt such immense pressure from anyone's eyes before.
His scalp felt numb under the stare; he knew he couldn't say nothing.
At this moment, Bruiser glanced unintentionally at his bandaged right hand: "I, I'm called Omolia, the Demon King sealed with dark powers, walking among mortals."
Bruiser didn't know what happened, his mind didn't even process, and the lines from "The Dark Demon King" just slipped out.
After speaking, Bruiser himself felt a bit ashamed, a faint and barely detectable red appeared on his slightly dirty cheek.
