Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

A musket squad of over ten people, split into two rows front and back.

The front row crouched, the back row stood upright.

They were clearly well-prepared, as soon as the four-wheeled black-covered carriage drove away and Jason and Li Deshang appeared, they immediately pulled the trigger—

Bang bang bang!

Amidst the flashes of fire, thick smoke rose up.

Bullets shot out like exploding water droplets, enveloping the entrance of the 'Drunken Fairy Tower'.

"Ah!"

"Oh my mother!"

Jia Youcai let out a sharp scream, frozen in place, unable to move.

Li Deshang was slightly better, not screaming out loud, but his face was pale.

Undoubtedly, as one of the person in charge of 'Mountain City', Li Deshang never expected he would be attacked in the city.

Where did the attack come from?

The answer was obvious.

'Transmigration Cult'!

It couldn't possibly have been anyone else but 'Transmigration Cult'.

'If I survive this time, I absolutely, absolutely...'

Li Deshang swore inwardly, but eventually he was discouraged.

With more than ten muskets firing straight at less than twenty meters away, a bookish man like him with no strength to bind a chicken, there was no future, being shot into a sieve was the best possible outcome.

Li Deshang felt despair.

Dou Bao also felt a bit hopeless.

But unlike Li Deshang and Jia Youcai.

Dou Bao had a sliver of comfort in her despair, at least she was with her pavilion master.

Instinctively, Dou Bao looked towards Jason.

She saw her pavilion master was fearless, his expression calm.

It seemed... everything was within expectation.

Dou Bao was stunned.

The next moment, she saw Jason lift his foot, and the solid wood Eight Immortals table spun up and flew.

The huge Eight Immortals table immediately stuck to the door of 'Drunken Fairy Tower', like a door, more like a shield.

PA pa pa!

The solid wood Eight Immortals table was struck repeatedly, bullets deeply embedded into the eight-centimeter thick tabletop, almost piercing through—last night, Jason had already witnessed the power of this world's firearms.

Though it couldn't exactly be described as just starting, it was far from the level of his 'homeland'.

Leather armor, paper armor might not withstand.

Even iron armor would have difficulty resisting.

However, facing eight centimeters thick solid wood, it was far from enough.

Furthermore, more importantly, the loading speed of the muskets was extremely slow.

After one round of shooting, Jason raised his hand and the Eight Immortals table rolled to the side.

The musket squad outside, composed of over ten people, began to clumsily load their bullets, some even spilled most of the gunpowder while tearing the powder charges with their mouths, having to reach for another powder charge.

Clearly, this musket squad for the attack was hastily assembled.

However, the people selected were carefully chosen.

Because, upon realizing that one round of full volley had no effect, five people squatting in the front row directly dropped their muskets, drew short knives from their backs, and charged inside 'Drunken Fairy Tower'.

"Kill!"

"Kill the corrupt official!"

"Holy Mother descends, transcendent bliss through death!"

Li Deshang, just returning from the edge of death, shuddered hearing these words; he instinctively looked at Jason.

Meanwhile, Jason had already rushed out.

Like a truck at full speed, crashing straight into the foremost attacker.

Bang!

Crunch!

The dull thud was accompanied by a series of sounds of bones breaking, as the charging attacker was lifted off the ground, smashing into the arms of his fellow behind him, immediately forming five people rolling around like gourds.

However, at this moment, a figure emerged from the not yet distant four-wheeled black-covered carriage, sprinting straight towards Jason.

"Master, watch out!"

Dou Bao saw the dark figure, immediately shouted loudly.

The dark figure sneered coldly.

"Die!"

With such a shout, the dark figure had already arrived in front of Jason, raising both hands, one grasping at Jason's chest, and one at Jason's abdomen, under the candlelight of the Drunken Fairy Tower, everyone could see the hands of the dark figure glinting coldly, surprisingly wearing a pair of strangely shaped 'gloves'.

This pair of 'gloves' had sharp tips at the fingers, resembling five daggers, but crafted exquisitely, able to change with the movements of the joints.

At this moment, the dark figure's hands were claw-like, the sharp points of the 'gloves' clearly visible, like claws of a dragon emerging from the water.

Sharp, swift.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

This attack was truly too sudden.

Everyone's attention had been drawn by the musket squad of over ten people; nobody expected someone inside the black-covered carriage.

Even less expected was that the attacker inside the carriage was the real killing move.

Many guests inside the Drunken Fairy Tower watching the suddenly attacked Jason couldn't help but shake their heads.

Sighing at Jason's inevitable fate.

The situation was very clear now, targeting Jason the Martial Artist.

Even if Jason managed to dodge the opponent's fatal blow, then what?

Don't forget, there are still musketeers around!

As long as this attacker engaged Jason for a while, and these musketeers loaded their ammunition, it would be a standoff of certain death.

What these guests could think of.

Jia Youcai, Li Deshang, and Dou Bao could also think of.

The three of them showed different expressions.

Jia Youcai looked despondent, knowing he was doomed, but the more it was like this, the less afraid he felt.

'Oh mother, your son has not fulfilled his duties.'

Silently reciting in his heart, this arrest officer was about to draw his broadsword and help out.

No matter if it's death, how could he not fight when dying?

Last night on the pier, had he not fought, he would have long perished.