With his current reputation, his portrait was hung all over the capital's Yamen. As the second Prince, even if he had not seen his portrait, his subordinates had seen it.
"I didn't expect my luck to be so good! As long as I can capture you, no matter how many demons and devil Dao experts I capture, it won't be enough. The head of the spoils will belong to this Prince." The second Prince said without hiding anything.
Xiao ran was alone.
"Just one person?"
"What else?" Xiao ran retorted.
"If I'm not wrong, you've probably killed all the other demons who came to participate in the convention." The second Prince wasn't stupid. He looked at the surrounding wolves and guessed the reason.
"Yes." Xiao ran nodded in acknowledgment.
"Let this Prince guess again." The second Prince had a look of victory in his hands and was not in a hurry to make a move.
It was as if Xiao ran had already become a turtle in a jar, and he could do whatever he wanted to him.