Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Malice!

A malicious gaze swept by!

Although it only lingered on Jason for a moment, with perception ten times keener than ordinary people, Jason noticed it even if it was just a split second.

Without showing any expression, Jason glanced over.

The martial arts school's gate was open.

Outside, in the afternoon, the crowd flowed without pause, no less than in the morning.

Mountain City's Martial Arts Street was one of the most bustling places, with no shortage of taverns and shops.

Some idle people or those specifically invited would consider this one of their first choices.

Especially young couples, even more so.

According to Dou Bao, a new cinema was opening by the square on Martial Arts Street, modeled after the ones in Magic Capital, very novel.

Although it's not open yet, quite a few people have already come to take a look.

Even blocked by the fence, there's liveliness in the pointing and chatting.

With such a premise, there's no shortage of yellow carts either.

At this moment, there were three yellow carts parked outside the Mu-style Martial Arts School's entrance.

Because, without passengers, the drivers lined up the carts along the roadside, and the three of them squatted on the curb chatting leisurely.

Everything seemed normal.

If not for that malicious gaze from one of them earlier.

"Is it because of Jia Youcai?"

Jason thought instinctively.

He had just arrived in this world, and besides the 'Chen Residence', he practically had no enemies.

If it was the 'Chen Residence' seeking revenge, they wouldn't be so secretive.

Of course, that assumes the 'Chen Residence' confirmed he was the one who took down Chen Tong.

Jason was quite confident in his 'stealth' abilities.

Moreover, the killer was the Masked Man, it was 'Mu Bai', nothing to do with him, Jason.

Could it be Peng, Zhang, Li, or Zhao, the four martial arts school owners?

Except for Peng Liang, whom he killed.

The remaining three most likely got dragged into this; perhaps his intrusion into Martial Arts Street hurt their interests, but they shouldn't hold a murderous intent, much less collaborate with Chen Tong.

If that were the case, he wouldn't have met only Peng Liang today.

And Peng Liang wouldn't be the only one dead.

"This thief's power is greater than imagined."

Jason sighed inwardly but wasn't surprised.

According to Jia Youcai's description, besides their formidable strength, this 'thief' should also have considerable power.

Otherwise, it couldn't have been a trap that wiped out the so-called Mountain City's southeast, northwest four arrest officers, and those skilled individuals.

Who knows Mountain City's streets better than cart drivers?

And what's less noticeable than a cart driver acting as a lookout for the 'thief'?

Imagine, who would notice a cart driver pulling through the streets and alleys of Mountain City without a reason?

Even in a remote place, at most, someone might think this driver has good business, even running here, or pitying, thinking the driver is so unlucky to end up here with an empty cart.

That's about the extent of it.

More than that?

There won't be any.

"Uncle Mu, I'll head back and rest with the brothers first, we've been really scared these past few days."

"But it's fine now, with you as the pillar, everything will be alright."

"I'll wait at the officer's place for your grand arrival."

As Jason was pondering, Jia Youcai took his leave.

As an arrest officer, Jia Youcai's strength was ordinary, but his discerning eye was first-rate.

He could tell he was unwelcome.

Although Jason didn't say it outright, his attitude was indifferent.

Dou Bao?

Still looked at him gritting his teeth.

Fortunately, Jason agreed.

On this, Jia Youcai felt reassured.

A martial artist keeps his word, once a promise is made, it's fulfilled even at the cost of life.

So, he didn't plan to linger here any longer.

"Mm."

Jason nodded slightly as a response.

Jia Youcai led his subordinates, cupped hands in farewell, and then they all left the martial arts school directly.

Jia Youcai was gone.

Yet the three yellow carts at the martial arts school's entrance remained, and the cart drivers continued chatting there.

Hmm?

Jason squinted his eyes.

"To be safe, monitor separately?"

"Different people watching each section?"

A gleam flashed in Jason's squinted eyes.

If that's really the case, then the thieves' power and plot need to be reevaluated.

Having a few scouts in a city isn't frightening.

Frightening is having scouts everywhere in the city at any time.

Perhaps even the authorities in Mountain City couldn't achieve such a level.

Just look at Jia Youcai and his group's demeanor.

Bullies the weak, fears the strong, spins tales, procrastination etched into their bones.

Want to get things done?

Impossible.

Moreover, Jason could guarantee, if he hadn't accepted Jia Youcai's invitation today, Jia Youcai would likely 'fall ill' this afternoon, and be 'down for the count'.

And it wouldn't just be Jia Youcai.

Those following Jia Youcai earlier, and those never met, would likely end up the same.

In contrast, these 'thieves'.

Meticulously arranged, extraordinarily powerful.

And—

"If there are scouts everywhere in Mountain City, these 'thieves' aim to..."

"Rebel?!"

Jason naturally came to this conclusion.

"The Empire has long declined, huh."

Jason thought of the [background], sneering coldly inside.

The world's great affairs follow cycles of union and division.

Already a pattern of successive alternations.

With the emergence of new powers, the process of rising, prospering, and declining is inevitable.