The Demon’s Menu

Reflecting on the past, Jason quietly leaned against the wooden crate, covered with a blanket, seemingly asleep, while the sounds of conversation from Ter Street No. 3 continuously reached his ears—

"That guy had someone to pick him up, lost track."

The third person said.

"Hmph, I should have gone."

The 'Warner' let out a cold snort.

"You go?

If you went, you might not have come back."

The third person retorted.

"Are you looking down on me?"

"It's not disdain, but a fact. If you're confident you can survive an ambush by a team of twenty gunmen, just take it as if I didn't say anything, especially when five of them are holding submachine guns and everyone is carrying grenades."

The third person sneered coldly.

This time, the 'Warner' remained silent.

Obviously, this 'Warner', although confident in his extraordinary skills, was not blindly ignorant.

A team of twenty gunmen, though not considered a major force in the 'Nightless City', was more than enough to deal with him.

Not to mention the five submachine guns and a sufficient number of grenades.

Unless it's an assassination, stepping into an ambush head-on would mean meeting a gruesome death in a volley.

"And then?"

After the 'Warner' fell silent, the 'Collaborator' asked.

"With this team of gunmen, I couldn't get close to that guy, but it was obvious that he was going to report to someone, and this team seems to be that person's personal escort or something."

Facing his boss, the third person dared not be sarcastic anymore and spoke honestly at once.

"Someone? Huh."

The 'Collaborator' let out a sinister laugh.

Undoubtedly, the other party should have known who this person was.

But didn't say it.

As subordinates of the other party, the 'Warner' and the third person naturally didn't dare to ask.

This made Jason, who was hearing the critical part, want to hang them up and give them a good beating, just like those novelists who left stories hanging. They were just asking for letter bombs. ɽ𝐚ꞐȪΒƐṣ

After hesitating for a moment, the third person spoke again.

"Boss, what do we do next?"

"Wait!

Wait for that bastard to send out the previous guy to Ter Street No. 19 to complete the transaction!

Then, it will be our harvest time!"

As the 'Collaborator' spoke, he laughed again.

The third person and the 'Warner' laughed along as well.

Though he couldn't see it, Jason could guarantee that at this time, there was unrestrained greed on their faces.

Harvest!

Jason pondered this word in his mind.

Almost instinctively, he thought of 'black-on-black'.<azfcb0> New hapters are published on NovlFre.et</azfcb0>

In the 'Nightless City', if someone wanted to get rich overnight, 'black-on-black' was the best way.

Convenient and effective.

As long as one had extraordinary skills.

Or left no trace.

It was the best choice for a 'harvest'.

In fact, in the 'Nightless City', every so often, sometimes as short as a week, sometimes no longer than a month, there would be rumors of similar 'black-on-black' events. Of course, not many manage to escape cleanly.

About ten to one.

And every time after a 'black-on-black', it would always erupt into continuous gunfire.

Partly was the retaliation by the losers.

More of it?

Taking advantage of the chaos.

At this moment, it was no exception.

Of course, it wasn't the usually absent 'big shot' taking advantage.

It should be the 'Collaborator'.

According to speculation, this 'Collaborator' should be one of the 'big shot's pawn, only becoming the 'Collaborator' due to luck or painstaking planning to obtain Extraordinary Power.

And, the performance of this 'Collaborator' just now, indicated that he also knew the person behind the 'Trader'.

"Probably, this is also one of the key points to becoming the 'Collaborator'."

Jason thought, changing his posture.

From lying on his back, he turned to lie on his side.

Just like a person who had kept a position for too long and had to turn over.

The conversation inside Ter Street No. 3 was intermittent.

But, it became valueless once more.

The information about the 'big shot' that Jason wanted to know, and about the person behind the 'Trader', was not there.

No previous information about district 15 of 'Nightless City', nor information after district 25, either.

Even in the 26th district where Ter Street was located, conversations were rare.

There was only the tit-for-tat between the 'Warner' and the third person.

The 'Collaborator' did not stop his two subordinates.

Instead, he incited them from time to time.

"'Nightless City' specialty."

Jason sighed like this.

Then, a faint glimmer flashed in his half-closed eyes.

The footsteps of the 'Trader'!

He heard them.

At this moment, he was crossing through Ter Street.

And, unlike before, he wasn't sneaking around.

This time, he acted openly.

Because, at least five people were accompanying him.

Meanwhile, more people were hiding around.

This formation prompted the residents of 'Nightless City' on Ter Street to make the wisest choice: retreating.

So, the 'Trader' proceeded unimpeded to the front of No. 19 Ter Street.

Knock, knock knock!

The 'Trader' still chose to knock on the door.

Not just out of politeness, but because no one knew what would come out once the door opened; it could be a cold shot or a booby trap.

After all, his boss had already issued an order to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Whether it was their side or the other side.

Therefore, the 'Trader', showing strength in numbers, was more cautious than ever.

Squeak.

The door opened.

Jason, wearing a hockey mask, looked at the 'Trader' and the five armed people behind him, already raising his hands high.