Chapter Fifty-Seven: Steamed Chicken in a Pot

"Manager, do you know them?" Betty asked curiously as she cleaned up the utensils.

"I don't know them," Chen Ze shook his head. He certainly didn't know these otherworldly siblings, he hadn't known them at the beginning, but he would know them later.

"Then why did you..." Betty hesitated for a moment but didn't say the words 'stick your nose into others' business.'

The chaotic demon realm, no demon would unconditionally help another, even if they saw the other dying, lying on the ground wailing, all they would do is squat next to them, intensifying their pain before calmly watching them die.

"What's wrong with doing a good deed every once in a while?" Chen Ze couldn't comprehend these demons' way of thinking; he thought that it was very normal to draw one's sword to help when witnessing injustice on the road.