Zhongsu's voice echoed through the ruins, as if recounting a war that had just ended. His gaze, sharp as a blade, cut through the chaos and destruction, landing on the fallen agents and the half-destroyed temporary base.
A trace of dry humor welled up in Coulson's mind. "Is this supposed to be a greeting?"
Yet, he also understood that for a Demon from the Netherworld, such destructive force could be considered quite restrained.
Chapter 40