Taking out a handmade lace handkerchief from her pocket, Evelyn carefully wiped his hands, which were bloody from the continuous encounter with the Boss's face.
"You should be more careful. A little more and you could hurt your hands."
"I'm not that fragile."
The bloodline of the Eternal Sky Dragon wouldn't allow his skin to be harmed by someone like them. And even if it did, wounds of this level, as long as they didn't carry deadly poison, posed no threat. There was no point in worrying about it.
'And yet, Evelyn is surprisingly calm in a situation like this. A woman who jumps up in fear at the mention of a cockroach just looks at this carnage and death as if this death is a couple bugs on the side of the road.'
