"Devil Master, after we dump Mercer, this idiot, in front of the stele, will he suspect anything when he wakes up?"
Freddy dragged the mentally broken, unconscious Mercer by the hair and brought him before Du Wei.
At that moment, Du Wei stood before the stele, with an envelope floating beside him.
"That's why you shouldn't have tormented him, you just needed to trap him in place."
Du Wei frowned, feeling quite helpless about Freddy's sadistic tendencies: "You're getting more and more twisted."
With a sheepish smile, Freddy said, "That's all thanks to your fine teaching, I owe all I am today to your influence."
For Freddy, that was a sincere compliment.
In reality, that was indeed the case.
Birds of a feather flock together, devils congregate by nature.
The name Du the Devil wasn't given for no reason, if he wasn't ruthless, using various means to control Freddy and the envelope, he wouldn't be able to keep them in check.
But such words were really too harsh to the ears.