In these circumstances, the King is truly worried about suddenly getting cornered on the road. Now, as he walks on the streets of New York, seeing any Asian pass by makes his heart skip a beat.
The King looked up, his face cold, staring at the other party: "Let's talk business. If it weren't for His Majesty the King asking me to meet you, I wouldn't have agreed to meet a Puppet Master."
The Puppet Master laughed: "The Duke of Storm City hasn't even taken the throne, isn't it a bit premature to call him His Majesty the King?"
The King said seriously: "He is His Majesty the King."
"I see, so you belong to the King, just stationed beside the Duke of Storm City," the Puppet Master mused, "You must be an Inner World native who crossed over inversely, took over this body and became the King. I'm very curious, what was your identity before taking over this body, a prince? A death warrior?"
