Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

"'Nightless City' doesn't keep its promises!"

"I need something more direct..."

Bang!

The 'Dealer' wanted to haggle.

But before the words were finished, the 'Partner' rushed forward and punched him in the face.

The sound came to an abrupt stop, and the 'Dealer' swayed back and forth like a pendulum.

"You don't have the right to say that to me!"

"Tell me where District 31 is?"

The 'Partner' said, throwing another punch.

Bam!

The 'Dealer' swayed even more.

But the 'Dealer' stubbornly refused to speak.

"This information, only I know it here, those people knew it before, but you killed them, now only I know. If you kill me, you'll never know."

"Besides..."

"Don't expect to set another trap!"

"The 'Freedom Army' fell for it once, they won't fall for it a second time!"

"We are the first and last ones to appear before you!"

The 'Dealer' spat out blood mixed with teeth, then grinned with an ugly smile.

"That might not be the case."

The 'Partner' started beating the 'Dealer'.

After a full fifteen minutes, the 'Dealer' was already on the brink of death.

But, still wouldn't speak.

The 'Partner' stopped.

But this time, the 'Partner' didn't look at the 'Dealer', but glanced around.

"Didn't that guy come?"

The 'Partner' asked.

"Heh, if 'Jing' were here, do you think we would lose?"

"He went to deal with the guys behind you!"

"You should be glad you have a powerful partner, otherwise, you'd be the one hanging there!"

The 'Dealer' was on the verge of death, his voice intermittent.

And the 'Partner'?

Another punch, hitting the 'Dealer'.

Bang.

The 'Dealer' swayed again, looking on the brink of death.

The 'Partner' just watched, until the 'Dealer's breath grew weaker and he was really about to die, the 'Partner' then took out a small syringe the size of a pinky and injected it into the 'Dealer's neck.

Directly pushing it down.

Hiss!

The 'Dealer' took a sharp breath, and his closed eyes opened again.

"This is from before District 15, you won't die from it, at most be disabled."

"Sign this and tell me everything."

"I'll spare your life."

The 'Partner' said, taking out a piece of parchment.

Contract?!

Jason recognized it at first glance, with a hint of surprise, he subtly glanced at the 'Partner'.

The other might really have been 'lucky', acquiring some Extraordinary Power, although certain accidents made him this way, but he really gained Extraordinary Power, and it must be systematic and complete.

More importantly, there is 'inheritance'.

At least, Jason didn't know where in 'Nightless City' one could obtain such a well-preserved piece of 'parchment'.

Of course, the parchment was real.

But what's written on it was fake.

It wasn't a 'contract' at all.

But a page from a 'Magic Potion' formula.

Of course, to ordinary people, they couldn't tell the difference.

They could only sense the mystery upon it.

"What's this?"

The 'Dealer' looked at the parchment warily.

"Something like a contract that gives you a chance to live after telling the truth."

The 'Partner' said.

"Like the ability you used before?"

The 'Dealer' asked.

"Something like that."

The 'Partner' replied ambiguously.

When the 'Dealer' showed greed, the 'Partner's eyes revealed mock.

However, as the 'Dealer' signed the agreement, the 'Partner' tactfully put away the mock.

"District 31 is in..."

The 'Dealer' started to say, his voice unconsciously dragging out, and lowering as if not wanting Jason to hear, and the 'Partner', who was listening, unconsciously leaned closer to the 'Dealer'.

Then—

Thud!

A small dagger was plunged into the 'Partner's neck.

Just as the 'Trader' was about to turn the dagger and detach the 'Collaborator's' head, the 'Collaborator' kicked heavily at the 'Trader's' head.

Bang!

This time, the 'Trader' suffered an unprecedented blow.

Not only did blood gush from his mouth, but blood was also flowing from his nasal cavity, eye sockets, and ear canals.

Likewise, the 'Collaborator' also suffered serious injuries.

Even with Extraordinary Power, the neck is still a vital area.

Especially after the main artery has been pierced, it should have become a fountain of blood.

But the 'Collaborator' merely covered his neck and retreated.

No blood was flowing out at all.

The 'Trader' stared at the 'Collaborator' with wide, blurry eyes.

"Hey, just a bit closer."

The dizzy 'Trader' smirked.

At this moment, the 'Trader' felt no trace of fear.

There was only a sense of cunning.

"Yeah, just a bit closer."

"But I didn't die, and the one who should die is you."

The 'Collaborator' said coldly.

"Oh, really?"

The 'Trader' retorted.

The 'Collaborator's' face changed, and instinctively he was about to pull out the parchment from his chest and throw it.

But just as his hand touched the parchment—

Boom!

In a flash of firelight, the explosion sent the 'Collaborator' flying.

"Hahaha!"

"Did you really think having Extraordinary Power makes you invincible?"

"Every year in the 'Nightless City', guys like you are the first to die—because, becoming not ordinary, you not only lose the vigilance ordinary people should have, but you only have a shallow understanding of the Extraordinary Power, filled with arrogant ignorance."

The 'Trader' sneered continuously.

But before long, the 'Trader' fell silent.

Because the 'Collaborator' wasn't dead.

Not only was he not dead, he staggered as he stood back up.

Even though his entire body was torn apart, with charred muscles hanging on his skeleton and twitching organs visible, he truly wasn't dead.

He just stood still.

Those fish-like eyes stared fixedly at the 'Trader.'

"Thank you for teaching me another lesson."

"However, I'm like this."

"You?"

"What makes you any different?"

The 'Collaborator' mocked.

The 'Trader' was about to speak when he felt a numbness in his hands, especially at the fingertips that touched the parchment, which had already lost all sensation.

He strained to open his eyes wide.

All his fingers had turned black.

"Poison?!"

The 'Trader' exclaimed.

The 'Collaborator' sneered but did not respond.

The answer was obvious.

Then, both fell into a strange silence.

Next, they both simultaneously looked at Jason, who was standing aside, having never moved and us holding up his hands.

"Help me kill him!" X2

Both the 'Collaborator' and the 'Trader' shouted out in unison.

Then, they exchanged another cold, murderous look.

Jason?

Still stood unmoved.

Seemed to still not fully grasp the situation.

Yet, those eyes glanced left at the 'Collaborator', then right at the 'Trader'.

With a greedy yet cautious demeanor.

As if considering which one to strike at.

Quite the typical 'Nightless City' resident.

"Hey, buddy, interested in joining the 'Freedom Army'?"

"Did you know I also have a good collaborator, a 'big shot'."

Once again, the 'Collaborator' and the 'Trader' spoke in unison.

This time, Jason didn't remain silent.

He chuckled awkwardly and spoke.

"I've heard of the 'Freedom Army', but I don't know much about it."

Jason said to the 'Trader' first.

Then, Jason looked at the 'Collaborator'.

"Anyone who can collaborate with you must be a big shot, yet I know nothing about this big shot either."

"So..."

"Why don't you both tell me, and then let me make a choice?"