Chapter 1190 You Are Not Finnegan

• As Finnegan rounded the corner, his appearance was laid-back yet striking, clad in a casual black ensemble, his face adorned with a playful smile.
• Satan's reaction was immediate; his pupils narrowed as a flash of surprise crossed his features. He had known Finnegan was young, but the youthful aura Finnegan projected was more pronounced than he had anticipated.
• Even more perplexing to Satan was his inability to gauge Finnegan's true depth, which seemed cloaked in a mysterious fog. From him, a vaguely familiar aura emanated, but it was hard to place precisely.