In the tavern, the voices of the demons rose and fell, lacking order but full of momentum.
Fang Yu squinted his eyes, feeling the flattery of these underlings, and felt pretty good about it.
At least it was better than being suppressed by the Hall Masters in the Foolish Underworld.
Being a demon means freedom, close the door, and you're the Mountain King; just keep playing music and dancing, and it's all good.
"Diao Deyi, the [Gui Yuan Great Moth Demon] secretly recruited several new demons into the organization and just tried to make a move against us!"
Che Linfang bluntly pointed at those guys holding thick ropes.
[Zao Wuwei: 5013/5013.]
[Fei Qing: 5842/5842.]
[Ding Shangfang: 3619/3619.]
[Li Silu: 3120/3120.]
[Lu Luo: 2383/2383.]
[Cun Yiyu: 2461/2461.]
...
With one glance, except for the two with five thousand blood who were worth something, the others were just small roles with about three thousand or two thousand blood.
