Capítulo 205: Hellish work policy

"I have a better idea," I interrupted whatever the Deathless wanted to say and cracked my knuckles. Well, made a gesture to, at least—me and my knuckles that can't be cracked… "Why won't I prove myself to beating you up, like it's a custom in this place?"

The Deathless leaned towards me. On the surface, his pose was completely relaxed, but I could see through the too nice for Hell clothes he wore and to the weapons he had concealed under. From this position, he would need only a fraction of a second to get them out and ready to slice. "I think you are grossly underestimating me, Devourer."

"I think YOU are underestimating me." I grinned, though in truth… The Deathless did not. What flashed in his mind weren't the plans of killing me, but the plans of escaping while triggering the traps placed in this room—which were designed for capturing and killing guests that turned out to be not that welcome.