The Demon’s Menu

Just as the word "live" hadn’t left his mouth, Jason’s right hand grasped the shotgun’s barrel, he lifted the barrel to point it at his own forehead, and then said indifferently, "I bet your gun is unloaded!"

The waiter was stunned.

Not only the waiter was stunned.

Kemi, who was watching, the two men and women nearby, and the people lying on the ground were all stunned.

They had never seen such an arrogant person.

Actually lifting the gun to point at his own forehead.

Could there be someone who isn’t afraid of death?

Impossible!

Everyone is afraid of death!

Unless...

The gun really had no bullets!

Such a thought emerged in the minds of the people around him.

The waiter holding the gun also had such a thought.

Unconsciously, the waiter lowered his head to check the shotgun in his hand.

And at that moment, Jason, who was holding the barrel, suddenly lifted it.

Bang!

The barrel of the gun slammed straight into the waiter’s nose.

Immediately, the waiter saw stars, tears and snot streamed down, and fresh blood from his nose sprayed uncontrollably.

The waiter let go of the shotgun and raised his hand to cover his nose.

Jason, however, grabbed the gun handle and fired directly to one side.

Bang!

The muzzle flashed brightly.

Shotgun pellets spread out in a burst.

The intruder who had fallen to the ground and sneakily taken out a pistol from his bosom, aiming to shoot, was turned into a sieve.

The sound of the gun shocked everyone around.

They looked at the shotgun in Jason’s hands.

Wasn’t it supposed to be unloaded?

How could it fire?

Especially the waiter, who was holding his nose, his voice not clear, but extremely angry, roared, "You lied to me?!"

Then, Jason turned the barrel toward the waiter.

Immediately, the waiter raised his hands high.

"Don’t shoot!"

"I surrender!"

"Spare me!"

The waiter shouted while voluntarily kneeling down.

The situation was back in Jason’s hands.

At least, that’s how Kemi saw it.

She let out a slight sigh of relief.

Then, she ran to Jason’s side, picked up the pistol, and pointed it at the people on the ground who were still groaning.

Since a pistol had appeared, who could guarantee that a second one wouldn’t appear?

Jason, however, pushed open the kitchen door.

A chubby chef wearing an apron, with his hands raised innocently, stood there, and as soon as Jason pushed the door open, the chef immediately said, "I have nothing to do with this place; I’m just a chef, the kind that gets paid."

Jason took a close look at the other guy.

He didn’t find any malice, nor any scent of blood.

This relieved Jason.

From the bottom of his heart, he did not want someone capable of making delicious food to be a scumbag.

It was not only insulting his taste buds but also defiling the food.

"Carry on, being a chef is a promising career."

After saying this, Jason exited the kitchen.

His gaze turned to the two peculiar-looking man and woman.

The man appeared to be around forty, with a bald head and a cleanly shaven chin, deep nasolabial folds, and sunken eyes with sharp, gray pupils resembling a hawk’s.

His palms were broad, his muscles solid, and from Jason’s angle, the man’s index fingers, the base of the thumb, and thumbs all had thick calluses.

Accustomed to using firearms.

And capable of shooting with both hands.

The standing posture maintained a combat-ready stance, indicating he had certain combat skills.

The girl standing next to the man was much simpler, quite young, with a rounder face and nothing else that was noteworthy.

However, the two standing together looked quite odd.

Jason had not forgotten their conversation just now.

The girl seemed to be like Kemi, both were targeted by Emod’s people.

But unlike Kemi, the girl had escaped on her own.

Or it would be more accurate to say she was helped by the man by her side.

The probability of the latter was much higher.

If that was the case, why would the man say, "I guarantee you, we’re safe here—at least in this place"?

Didn’t he know it was one of Emod’s strongholds?

Possible.

But it’s highly unlikely.

The man was not an inexperienced greenhorn; he should be very clear on what truly constituted safety.

So...

Jason thought of something and subconsciously glanced at the group of people on the ground and the waiter.

"Did you come here for them?"

Jason asked.

"If you choose to help, you must help to the end."

The man said, his gaze on Jason seemed a bit strange.

It was a complex mixture of surprise, disbelief, and a bit of relief.

Jason had seen such a gaze not long ago.

In John, in Brian’s eyes.

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Therefore, Jason was deeply impressed.

Almost immediately, Jason thought of the third letter’s sender.

"McCaul?"

Jason asked tentatively.

The man across smiled and nodded his head.

"Pleased to meet you, Jason."

"I didn’t expect our meeting would be so peculiar."

"Hope I haven’t disappointed you."

McCaul answered.

"Did you also read the advertisement I posted on the notice board?"

Jason inquired.

McCaul nodded.

Jason immediately frowned.

What exactly had ’he’ advertised on the notice board that had attracted John, Brian, and McCaul?

"At first, I thought you were just blindly arrogant," McCaul said.

"But after what just happened..."

"I think you had confidence."

"At least, you had confidence in protecting yourself."

McCaul said with a touch of praise.

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