Kapitel 660: A Thief Fanatic

A few hours ago, when Eva had just entered the thief's space. 

Standing in front of the black prison, Eva smiled deviously when she heard a panic-stricken yet threatening voice of Livia. 

"I can hear you! Just answer me what is this place, and why do you capture me? Do you have any idea who I am? So, what if you're a little more powerful than me? I demand an audience with Holy Spirit this instant!" 

"Who's the Holy Spirit?" Cyrus asked in confusion while standing over Eva's shoulder. 

"Some bastard who was courting death." Eva's voice was icy cold.

"I can hear you, you monster! Kill me if you dare!" Livia roared in exasperation. 

Eva's expression went cold and exempt from any emotion. Only Ace can draw a myriad of expressions from her, not anyone else. She moved and finally opened the door of the black prison without any worry.