Chapter 1782 Do Not Cross Women

• “Hahaha!” A burst of laughter erupted from the group of aristocrats.
• “Do you actually believe he's the young head of the demon clan?” the corpulent aristocrat sneered, his belly shaking as he laughed. He turned to his attendants, grinning mockingly.
• The attendants quickly joined in, their laughter echoing. “If he's the young master, then I must be a true god!” one jeered, prompting even more uproarious laughter.