Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Finally——

Thud!

He fell to the ground, breathless.

The remaining two locked eyes, and at the moment the third one fell, their pupils contracted, and they struck at the same time.

The third person was gone.

Only they were left.

There was no need to hesitate anymore.

Bam!

Splurt!

A bullet left a hole in the forehead, blowing the skull cap away.

A flying knife buried itself into the throat, blood spraying out.

Two bodies fell down.

And the body that had previously lost breath got up at this moment.

He looked at the two fallen bodies, grinned, quickly searched them for weapons, money, and some food, stuffed them into his pockets, and continued towards the Morsen District.

Playing dead is disgraceful?

Staying alive is what matters most.

Surviving till the end is even more important.

This is the most direct thought of a 'Nightless City' resident.

Therefore, the informant did not feel any shame at this moment.

On the contrary, he felt triumphant.

"I have important information to report to 'Master Jing'!"

Upon entering the Morsen District, the informant shouted loudly.

Immediately, several fully armed men emerged from the corners of the street.

Without any hesitation, the informant raised his hands high, indicating he meant no harm.

But this did not stop these men from dealing with him.

The leader of the men punched him and followed with an electric shock.

The informant instantly became dazed.

Afterward, several more high-intensity shocks followed.

The informant fainted cleanly.

Before passing out, the informant had the heart to resist and struggle.

Because this was not what he had imagined.

In his imagination, he would suffer some hostility at first, but once he stated his purpose, he would become an esteemed guest of 'Jing', or at least Jing's subordinate.

However, these people before him ignored all that.

They just tormented him to death.

The fear of death made the informant regret.

But it was too late.

The electric shocks made him completely lose the ability to resist.

And then, one more injection made him confess everything.

"Du, Dugao and Dugao, Gao's subordinates, were killed by 'the Old Man'. "

After choppy words, the guardians of the Morsen District's faces immediately changed.

The leader made a gesture and then ran straight to a nearby house.

There was a phone connected to the interior of the district.

Only to be used at critical moments.

Undoubtedly, this was a critical moment.

"Hello, this is Patrol Team 12."

The phone was connected, and the district guardian immediately reported.

Afterward, the personnel inside the district relayed the message layer by layer.

Until it reached the hands of Neapolitan, one of 'Jing's Six Vile Dogs'.

"Got it."

Neapolitan said.

Immediately, the informant turned around as if pardoned and left.

This informant did not want to stay here at all.

Not only because of the oppressive feeling Neapolitan gave him, but also because Neapolitan was simply too ugly.

No one knew what Neapolitan had gone through for his body to be so enormous, towering over ordinary people by half a body height, with sagging facial skin, including around the eyebrows, making his eyes small like two mung beans, rendering an already ugly face even more hideously unsightly.

Remembering this visage is enough to cause nightmares.

Or simply wake someone in fright.

Neapolitan knew this.

But Neapolitan didn't care.

It was just a matter of twisting another informant's neck.

The previous informant had his neck twisted for that very reason.

That's why there was a new informant now.

Sadly, less than three weeks had passed, and it was time to find another one.

But Neapolitan was not worried about finding people; in the 'Nightless City', his boss was the best calling card. As long as 'Jing's' name was mentioned, countless people would swarm to join.

Thinking of this, Neapolitan grinned.

Immediately, his already ugly face took on a more ferocious look.

Neapolitan felt the urge to chase after him and twist the other's neck.

However, he hadn't forgotten his proper duties.

Turning around, Neapolitan walked towards his boss's office.

Unlike the other 'Six Evil Dogs' in the action team, Neapolitan would never leave 'Jing's' side. He could be considered 'Jing's' personal bodyguard, or even one of his closest people.

Because of this, Neapolitan knew many things.

These things made Neapolitan increasingly loyal.

Knock, knock knock.

Following the rhythm his boss liked, Neapolitan knocked on the office door.

"Come in."

Upon hearing his boss's voice, Neapolitan then opened the office door.

Inside the office, the lighting was soft.

The notorious 'Jing', known throughout the Nightless City's Ring City District, was just reclining on the sofa like that.

Wearing a dark-colored robe, reading glasses perched on his nose, a book rested on his knees, and a cup of coffee along with a plate of sugar cubes sat on the side table next to the sofa.

The face beneath the reading glasses seemed very gentle, the air around him was refined and slight.

Especially those eyes.

Clear and gentle.

Sitting there, if no one told you that he was 'Jing', everyone would assume he was a teacher or a doctor.

Particularly after noticing those very clean hands without any nails, one would lean towards the latter.

However, Neapolitan knew very well what kind of person his boss was.

Without any delay, he truthfully reported the events that had occurred with the 'old man'.

"Failed?"

'Jing' raised his head in surprise.

Neapolitan immediately nodded.

'Jing', who seemed like both a teacher and a doctor, immediately let the corners of his mouth curl upwards into an intrigued smile.

"Our 'old man' certainly gave me a surprise."

'Jing' sighed.

Then, in a questioning manner, he asked.

"Do you know what just happened in the 26 District?"

Facing his boss's question, Neapolitan shook his head.

He knew his boss had important matters there, important enough to have started arrangements months ago, but he wasn't aware of the specifics.

As the boss's bodyguard, his responsibilities lay more within the district.

Field work?

That was mostly handled by the action team.

"Bit is dead."

'Jing' stated calmly.

Neapolitan was taken aback.

His eyes, like mung beans, showed disbelief.

Even though he really didn't like the five other guys who were on par with him, even bore a little hostility, he had to admit each of them had their own strengths.

And, their skills were not weak.

You mean Dugao?

That guy Dugao simply had bad luck.

Who could have thought the 'old man' would go to such a crazy extent?

But what happened to Bit?

How could that guy be dead?

"Killed by the head of the 26 District's 'Freedom Army'.

"Or taken out by our 'collaborator'.

"Or maybe...

"Someone seized an opportunity."

"Like that 'postman'!"

'Jing's' tone remained unchanged, narrating slowly.

Neapolitan suddenly understood.

He had been puzzled as to why the boss was troubling the 'old man'; it turned out it was because of that 'postman'... no, maybe they were just involved.

If it were before the explosion, Neapolitan would only suspect, but now he was certain the 'old man' was involved, perhaps even tangled up with the 'collaborator' who betrayed them.

"Boss, what should we do?"

Neapolitan asked with a sardonically grin.

No one can get away with killing 'Jing's' people unscathed.

Similarly, no one can ruin 'Jing's' plans.

"I'm still not sure of the exact situation."

"Only bits and pieces of information have come to light."

"So, I decided..."

'Jing' spoke as he stood up, placing the book he was holding on the armrest of the sofa. This gentle-faced 'big figure', who seemed like a teacher or a doctor, went towards the desk.

His voice became low.

He pulled open the drawer, revealing a red button.

His hand pressed down directly.

Click.

In the sound of the button's click, this big figure's voice continued—

"Erase the 26 District."