Emily was deeply surprised.

Mr. Satan, such an accomplished man, had endured such a painful past.

Emily opened her mouth in astonishment, "Is it because of the scars on your face?"

"Emily, I'm a man."

"What do you mean?"

"For a man, a pretty face is never as useful as ability. My pain came from other sources, like betrayal."

Emily recalled him saying something similar before.

She nodded, "Your abilities are indeed strong now, truly."

"I know," Mr. Satan nodded. "Ever since I met ...