The elf king stared at the human beneath him as he pinched the soft chin with his hands. He heard the man hissing in pain but he didn't loosen his grip.
He continued to stare the same way as he sneered and said, "You're a weakling. Someone must have helped you for sure. Who's it?"
Chen Ming's brain worked faster than the speed of light as he ended up saying, "I'm the devil lord's slave, so of course, he helped me escape!"
If he could point the gun toward that damned devil lord and in return, that person was killed, he would be free from one of those dangerous leaders!
Wasn't that what he wanted in the first place?
Even though he had already made up his mind to get rid of those fuckers who were trying to find him even now, his heart felt a hint of guilt upon thinking of killing that person. After all, Chen Ming has also fallen for the man, and he would of course feel hurt in his core upon thinking of that person's death.