Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Looking at Li Zhao and the old pugilist's appearance, Jia Youcai laughed.

He was born in the marketplace, and in his youth, he was unruly, having engaged in petty theft and made trouble with a gang of friends.

Back then, he believed that the heavens were first, and he was second.

He feared nothing.

Until one time, a 'friend' called him out, and he was blocked in an alley, missing for three days, causing his mother to cry herself blind before he suddenly woke up to reality.

However, he distanced himself from those unsavory friends.

But some things and knowledge are not easily forgotten.

For example, the lottery box in front of him.

Jia Youcai dared to bet his head that there were issues with the 'lot' inside.

Either they were heated or had splinters left on them.

"Lord Mu is a hero and doesn't know the tricks inside."

"But I, Jia Youcai, am not."

Saying this, Jia Youcai walked to the lottery box and raised his hand to reveal its truth.

At this moment, the Zhao master quickly said.

"Wait a moment, Jia Arrest Officer."

"This is the Martial Arts Street competition, isn't what you're doing against the rules?"

While speaking, the Zhao master swiftly stepped in front of Jia Youcai.

However, in his haste,

he took a step too far and bumped into the lottery box.

Crack!

The table holding the box and the box itself shattered.

The bamboo slips scattered around.

"Oh oh!"

As if on instinct, the Zhao master suddenly raised his hand to grab it.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Four bamboo plaques that were about to drop were caught by the Zhao master's hand.

The whole process happened in an instant.

By the time everyone had come to their senses, the Zhao master already had the bamboo plaques in hand.

"Amazing skill!"

The surrounding crowd applauded continuously.

Although they didn't see it clearly, the speed and reaction were praiseworthy.

The Zhao master at once cupped his fists to acknowledge the surrounding audience.

Meanwhile, Jia Youcai's face darkened.

"Master Zhao?"

He said in a deep voice.

"Ah, apologies, apologies, I was in a rush."

"Thankfully, the slips are intact."

"We'll find another box later."

"Oh, does Jia Arrest Officer wish to see the bamboo slips? Here, for you."

With that, the Zhao master handed over the bamboo slips to Jia Youcai.

Jia Youcai didn't even glance at them.

He knew that the current slips would certainly be fine.

Any problem arose the moment the slips fell into Zhao's hand and thus posed no issue now.

"No need."

"I only hope that Master Zhao remains safe and sound."

Jia Youcai coldly remarked.

"Same to you, same to you."

"Jia Arrest Officer, be careful when walking at night."

"After all, the city hasn't been peaceful lately."

"Even I, as a martial artist, am terrified."

The Zhao master responded with a grin that didn't reach his eyes.

During his response, he emphasized the word 'martial artist'.

"You dare mention 'martial'?"

"Why not?"

"At least I'm a martial artist, and you are not."

The exchange between the two instantly became charged with tension.

Jia Youcai looked at the Zhao master before him, really wishing he could cut him down in one strike.

But he knew he couldn't do that.

He currently bore an official title, inherently having an advantage over the opponent, but had to act according to the rules. If he broke them, Li Deshang would be the first to not spare him.

Moreover, at that point, if Zhao resisted, he wouldn't be a match.

'Damn it, I should've diligently learned martial arts when I was younger.'

Jia Youcai cursed his youthful recklessness and despised his own helplessness.

Even if he had learned a trick or two, there would have been ways to deal with Zhao.

The Zhao master, observing Jia Youcai's gritted teeth expression, couldn't help but smile even more brightly.

He knew Jia Youcai dared not openly confront him.

Because the other's strength was less than his.

If they truly confronted each other, he could kill Jia Youcai with one punch.

With this thought, the Zhao master felt increasingly triumphant.

He stood his ground but looked towards his disciples, energizing his voice from his dantian, saying loudly: "A martial artist should strive for self-improvement and never rely on external forces, understood?"

"Understood, Master!"

All the disciples responded in unison.

The Zhao master nodded in satisfaction and then glanced again at Jia Youcai.

At this moment, Jia Youcai's expression grew increasingly ugly.

Of course, he could hear Zhao's mockery.

It wasn't just a taunt towards him.

It also indirectly mocked Mu Bai.

Even though it was Zhao who first played dirty tricks, at this moment, it seemed as though he was in the wrong. This awkward feeling almost made Jia Youcai explode with anger. He clenched the saber in his hand, glaring at Zhao.

"Jia Arrest Officer, looking unwell, you should really take care of your health."

The Zhao master said with a pleased chuckle.

Since he had already offended Jia Youcai, he didn't care anymore.

What did an arrest officer who wasn't even a martial artist count for?

At worst, find a chance to finish him off.

And also...

Mu Bai!

If not for him, how could there be so many problems?

Thinking of this, a murderous intent flickered in the Zhao master's eyes.

"Someone, bring another box here."

The Zhao master ordered.

Mu Bai was different from Jia Youcai; Mu Bai is a martial artist, so naturally, it should be handled according to the codes of the martial world.

On the stage of life and death, with a death pact.

I will first kill Mu Bai!

Then, handle Jia Youcai!

And afterwards?

Even if Li Deshang held a grudge, he couldn't really act against me for the sake of two dead men. At most, pay some compensation.

Having made up his mind, the Zhao master began to adjust his status.