At this moment, the Pope David just wanted to stop Logan from doing something dangerous.
He grabbed Logan's arm and showed a white smile: "Logan, I thought we were friends. You wouldn't make your friend suffer, right?"
Logan saw the Pope David trying to get close to him, and he understood what the man was up to. He shook his head. "Of course I wouldn't make my friend suffer. But my friend wouldn't make me suffer either, or he wouldn't be my friend."
Hearing Logan's logic, the Pope David's eyes twitched in anger, but he forced a smile. "We are definitely the best of friends. How about this—let me give you another battle style instead. Just don't make the Three-Headed Hell Wolf Battle Style public."
Logan sighed quietly. "I'm not a greedy person. I'm already satisfied with the Three-Headed Hell Wolf Battle Style. I don't have time to learn more anyway."
Then he went back to typing on his phone.
