Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

When Jason started speaking, he glanced left and right cautiously.

His face full of caution, but the greed in his eyes was impossible to hide.

He looked like someone who wanted to gain benefits but was terrified of the consequences.

Seeing Jason's appearance, the "collaborator" and the "dealer" slightly sighed in relief.

They were too familiar with this look.

Or rather, ninety percent of the residents in "Nightless City" were like this.

The remaining ten percent?

After encountering similar situations, the ninety percent would also become like this.

And the remaining 0.01 percent?

They would choose more direct and straightforward methods.

It's not that there's no kindness and sympathy.

But those with such virtues died long ago.

They even might have been sent to a cannery in some district after dying.

Jason was lucky; he didn't die.

Nor was he sent to the cannery.

However, Jason learned to hide his kindness and compassion.

Without any deeper motives.

Just to survive.

If possible, he wanted to survive better.

So, he put on a performance.

As if everyone got an acting award.

Improvisation was his skill.

Not to mention, he had real-life experience.

You must know, Jason himself was a resident of the "Nightless City".

Everything was so real.

Everything was so logical.

The "collaborator" and the "dealer" fell for it.

After exchanging a glance, they almost simultaneously said—

"The entrance to District 31 is at No. 1-16 South Tel Street in District 29."

"My collaborator is: 'Jing'. "

No hesitation, the current situation didn't require it.

Because they had already decided, as long as Jason helped one of them kill the other, the next to die would be Jason.

No talk of betrayal.

And certainly not overlooking sentimentality.

It was pure exploitation.

The simple kind.

Once used, it would mean kill when needed, bury when necessary.

Jason was quite aware of this, yet he deliberately played along at this moment.

"No. 1-16 South Tel Street, District 29... No. 1-16 South Tel Street, District 29..."

Jason kept muttering this.

As if afraid of forgetting it.

Then he confirmed he remembered and looked at the "collaborator".

"'Jing'?"

Jason tried hard to recall, but it was an unfamiliar name, or perhaps a code name.

This time it was not a pretense.

It was real.

Jason truly hadn't heard of this name before.

The biggest figure he'd contacted before was the "Old Man".

And this "Jing" was a big deal in the eyes of the "Old Man".

Completely someone beyond his previous level of visibility, let alone hearing about them.

Jason's genuine reaction allowed the "collaborator" and the "dealer" to let go of their last bit of concern.

The guy in front really just wanted to "strike it rich".

There were countless such people in the "Nightless City".

It was really great.

No scheming guy.

Killing them as a group was naturally the easiest.

"Yes, 'Jing'— you might not know this name, but your boss probably has heard it. He's a real 'big shot'!"

The "collaborator" nodded and said.

Obviously, although he let go of the concern, this "collaborator" didn't want to mention "Jing" more.

Not to appear mysterious.

But...

Cowardice!

Even though the other person acted normal, Jason "smelled" this kind of scent.

Every time those animals saw him, they would emit this scent.

'Jing', huh?

Jason memorized this name deep in his heart.

Then, he turned back to look at the "dealer".

"How to get into District 31?"

Jason asked.

"Enter from No. 1-16 South Tel Street in District 29."

The "dealer" laughed.

Immediately, a fierce expression appeared on Jason's face.

"You know! I'm not talking about that!"

"What I mean is how to get in, not where it is!"

"And!"

"What's inside?"

Jason looked fierce but was weak inside.

"Alright, alright, I misunderstood earlier."

The "dealer" raised a hand apologetically, but being hung upside down made it look awkward and uncomfortable, so he said, "You let me down, and I'll tell you; it's too uncomfortable to talk like this."

"Not possible!"

"If you don't tell me these things, you'll be hanging all the time!"

Jason decisively shook his head.

Moreover, he turned around and picked up a submachine gun from the ground, aiming it at the "dealer".

"Hey, buddy, calm down."

"Getting into District 31 isn't difficult, as long as you have a member from '31 District' with enough clout to introduce you, or you're willing to pay the price—signing a contract to become a resident of '31 District'. Of course, you have to show your worth to sign such a contract. If you just want to take a look, I suggest you don't go, just one glimpse inside and you could lose your life."

"As for what's inside?"

"I don't know."

The "dealer", with a gun pointed at him, suddenly seemed "honest".

"You don't know?"

Jason looked shocked and angry, as if he felt tricked by the other, the gun lifted again.

"Of course I don't know!"

"I'm not a member of '31 District'!"

The "dealer" said matter-of-factly.

However, not a word of this did Jason believe.

Very simple, the rumored "31 District" couldn't possibly be known by an outsider.

If it really were so easily known by an outsider, the "disappeared 31 District" wouldn't be able to become an urban legend of the "Nightless City".