"Haha," Davis laughed vainly, "Not many can withstand my charm if I were to be serious."
"As if!"
The handsome fatty roared, refusing to believe that anyone was more handsome and charismatic than him. He had many, many influential friends whom he could ask for help, so not many would dare to offend him. It was just that the opponents he was facing this time weren't Saint Riyal Mendez but the Hexadra Clan.
Everyone wanted to consolidate their power through Saint Riyal Mendez's advent. He was sure to become a big figure since he had the backing of the Hexadra Clan, so this time around, it could be said that he had hit a steel wall.
He was quite troubled since he rarely had any bad luck like this.
The last time he fought a major power was hundreds and thousands of years ago, but this time around, he was going to face not one but many major powers who had congregated under the righteous banner of Saint Riyal Mendez.
