At Hell, Goss's bar.
Goss was talking with his peers.
These demons were the most elite agents in the city.
Each of them had a lot of connections.
Moreover, they were all good at recognizing demons.
They could tell who was powerful and promising.
If they didn't have such an ability, they couldn't be elite agents.
At this moment, they were discussing something about Leon.
"Goss, I don't mean to say this, but you think too highly of Leon."
A fat demon said.
The fat demon was obviously a rich demon, with rings on his ten fat fingers.
There was also a necklace around his neck.
He looked so flexing.
And he was very eye-catching.
With a complacent smile on his face, the fat demon said, "I've seen a lot of demons like him who are good at fighting."
"It's been thousands of years. I've seen countless demons."
"But do you know what will happen to such demons in the end?"
Everyone looked at the fat demon.