Chapter 930 Done Already?

• In Slur’s eyes, a twenty-year-old kid really was just a kid—eager to believe anything. Bit by bit, he let go of his worries about Damon King, even downgrading the danger level in his mind. In his view, a brat who couldn’t play a simple mind game was useless, no matter how strong he was. He’d still be easy to steer.
• That was what Slur thought, and the more he thought, the more a slow smile spread across his lips.
• Damon caught the smile but pretended not to.