Chapitre 404: Chapter 404 Lost Contact

"Wow!"

When they heard the name Orlando, they all made the sound like schoolchildren.

"Orlando has a good relationship with my boss."

Said Prasarn, pretending to be relaxed.

Other demons' eyes were full of envy.

"What kind of demon is Orlando?"

"I heard that he needs to suck blood every half an hour."

Demons in the bar guessed.

A smile appeared on Prasarn's face, "Not actually. He just looks like an ordinary demon." Hearing this answer, everyone was a little disappointed.

They thought that Orlando should be different from ordinary demons.

"But."

Said Prasarn, deliberately lengthening his tone.

Everyone was intrigued by him.

"But what?"

"Prasarn, tell us."

"Hey, don't rush him. Let him think about it."

Those demons were noisy.

Looking at the crowd, Prasarn chuckled and said, "But he is very rich." "Rich?" This kind of topic was always the most attractive for these poor demons.

Many demons' eyes lit up when they heard rich.

They even swallowed.