Duowu Gao wasn't in a good mood.
He was already miserable enough. Now, he was being ridiculed by the vampire Blood Son, whom looked down on in the past. The stark contrast made it uncomfortable.
This was like a junior whom he looked down on suddenly turning the tides and standing above him.
As an elder, how could he maintain his dignity?
It was obvious.
He could almost feel the mocking and strange gazes landing on him. He wished he could bury himself in a hole.
Everyone looked at Duowu Gao strangely.
Duowu Gao's status in the Black Punishment Troop was awkward.
In the past, they might be a little afraid of him. But now, this fear, if not respect, was transferred to the new commander. What the Blood God Clone did was enough to earn the respect of these dark apparitions.
They respected him for helping someone he didn't like.
All the Black Punishment Troop felt that this new commander was someone they could rely on.
