Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Perhaps among them is a resurgence, but the subsequent decline is inevitable.

This is the so-called 'law of nature'.

Even more so...

The law of humanity!

Humans, as creatures, are too contradictory.

There is nobility, and there is degradation.

They can be called heroes, yet also butchers.

There are those with a pure heart and few desires, as well as those endlessly greedy.

They can be called sages, yet also demons.

And time is the best 'seasoning'; it can make heroes fall, and can make the pure-hearted become insatiably greedy, or even become ambivalent.

A person's change is subtle and silent.

But what about a group?

Especially when this group is in high positions?

Dragons and snakes rise, heroes vie for supremacy.

However, this has nothing to do with him.

He's just a 'wandering gourmet'.

Eating and drinking is the true meaning of his life.

Why bother with those people?

As long as they don't interfere with his meals.

If they do interfere?

If they prevent him from enjoying his meals, they won't have to eat ever again.

Gurgle.

Thinking of eating, Jason's stomach couldn't help but growl.

"Dou Bao, when's dinner going to be ready?"

Jason turned his head and asked.

Ever since Jason agreed with Jia Youcai, Dou Bao had been anxious and worried.

She was really afraid something would happen to Jason.

Jia Youcai had said that even when fully prepared, many people met with mishaps.

What if something happened to their martial arts school owner...?

Dou Bao was completely lost in her thoughts.

Only when Jason spoke did she snap back to reality.

"Didn't we just have lunch?"

Instinctively, Dou Bao asked.

"I'm hungry again."

"Is there any leftover from lunch?"

"I'll have a little bite."

Jason said with a smile.

"Is there any leftovers from lunch? Don't you know, boss?"

Dou Bao pouted.

She had clearly made so much, how could it not be enough?

Not even ten people could finish it all.

This time, she won't fail.

After all, how long has it been since lunch?

The owner may be hungry, but surely just a little will fill him up.

With this thought, Dou Bao turned and walked toward the backyard, but as she headed there, she saw apprentices slack because of Jia Youcai's presence, and shouted loudly, "Focus, keep practicing."

Seeing the apprentices shrink their necks and concentrate once again, Dou Bao was satisfied as she walked toward the backyard.

With Dou Bao gone, the apprentices didn't relax.

Jason was still there.

The impact of driving away those two apprentices in the morning was still felt.

The apprentices felt a reverent respect towards the tall and burly Jason, who rarely smiled.

Immediately, they became even more serious.

They didn't want to be thrown out.

Such a situation, though not a life-ruiner, would be embarrassing.

The apprentices became focused.

Outside the door, the coachman who looked at the martial arts school with malice also focused.

Seemingly numb from squatting, he stood and shook his legs.

Yet his eyes never left Dou Bao.

"Here for Dou Bao?"

Jason was filled with astonishment.

This was something he could never have anticipated.

What secret was Dou Bao hiding?

Jason thought, shaking his head.

Since arriving in this replica world, Dou Bao had interacted with him the most, without any unusual vitality, ordinary aura, ordinary martial skills—just a refugee girl.

Other than decent cooking skills.

Nothing else.

Appearance?

Jason hadn't paid much attention.

But it seemed decent.

At least, it wouldn't spoil his appetite.

Why would such a girl be maliciously targeted?

"Because of her looks?"

"Some big shot has taken a fancy to Dou Bao?"

"Or perhaps..."

Jason thought, turning his back, his eyes becoming icy.

If someone is causing trouble for his cook, they're clearly trying to stop him from enjoying his meal.

Such people have no reason to remain in the world.

Moreover, if they are indeed the type he suspects...

They deserve to be sliced into a thousand pieces!

Thinking, Jason entered the hall, his figure merging into the shadows.

Outside the hall, the nine apprentices practicing boxing knew nothing of what transpired.

...

"How about two rounds when picking up the car?"

The rickshaw driver nearby asked Huang Si.

With a sharp and narrow face, Huang Si listened, his fingers involuntarily rubbing together.

His hands itched.

But even so, Huang Si waved his hand.

"No, no."

"I've got something today."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow."

As he spoke, Huang Si picked up the rickshaw and ran off into the distance.

As Huang Si ran away, the rickshaw driver, who hadn't spoken before, started to mutter.

"Huang Si is a gambling addict, why would he suddenly change today?"

"Who knows?"

"Maybe he's planning to quit?"

The previous rickshaw driver finished speaking and couldn't help but laugh.

Huang Si quitting gambling?

Might as well expect the sun to rise in the west.

Someone who would sell his own wife for gambling, you expect him to quit?

What a joke.

The other rickshaw driver also started laughing.

Then the two started chatting again.

As for Huang Si?

He was just a topic of conversation, occasionally playing cards.

More than that?

Nothing.

But Huang Si believed he was about to become a big shot.

The man had already promised him, as long as he could bring another 'Sharp Fighter', he'd let him join the gang.

"I already delivered two."

"One more, and it's a done deal."

"That guy's demands are too high."

"Luckily, I ran into another one."

"But there's not much knockout powder left, better ask the guy for more. That Dou Bao is good with fists, need to use more drugs on him."

Huang Si thought and couldn't help but smile smugly.

He was a rickshaw driver, nobody noticed him, nobody was wary of him. As long as he found the right 'Sharp Fighter', and used the knockout powder from that man, the job was done.

Initially, he was nervous and scared.

But, first time is hard, second time is easier.

And with the reward from that man, he was eager to do it more often.

It's just that the man's standards were high, not just anyone was satisfactory.

At least they had to be good-looking and well-built.

There were some like that among the common folks, but very few.

There were more amongst the nobility, but he couldn't afford to provoke them.

If the wife of an official went missing, it would be a huge disaster.

Even that man might not be able to handle it.

But someone like Dou Bao should be fine.

Although he's from a martial arts school, he's just a servant.

The master of the school probably wouldn't care much.

Even if it was investigated, with that man's backing, it could be covered up.

Thinking this, Huang Si smiled again.

Having mingled in gambling dens for years and dealing with all kinds of people daily, Huang Si had long become a sleazy, seasoned scoundrel, with his morals lowering each time.

Or rather, he'd already lost his humanity.

What's left?

Only selfish greed.

Now, he was solely focused on getting a step closer.

As for what would happen to Dou Bao?

He couldn't care less.

Dragging the rickshaw, Huang Si roamed the streets.

Soon, the rickshaw stopped at the entrance of an alley.

Turning the rickshaw around, Huang Si entered the alley.

There were no other households in the alley, just one.

A black gate, a stone step, and a doorstop at the entrance.

The gate was locked, but there was a person perched on the high wall in the courtyard.

Anyone passing by the alley couldn't escape this person's watch.

Huang Si was no exception.

However, this person simply waved without rushing.

Before Huang Si could knock, the door opened.

Huang Si was an old acquaintance of theirs.

He'd done this more than once, almost part of the group.

"Huang Si, you come really often."

"Even more diligent than me, why don't you guard the door next time."

The gatekeeper was a fat man with a brutal face, teasing Huang Si.

"Sir, I don't have that skill, just being your helper is satisfying enough."

Huang Si immediately bowed and said.

It wasn't just flattery.

He'd seen this man crush a bluestone brick with one punch.

That skill was even better than those martial arts school masters.

That's why he dared to target the martial arts school.

Thinking this, Huang Si was about to flatter again, but before he could speak, he felt a warmth on his face and head.

Instinctively, he wiped it with his hand.

A smear of crimson.

Blood!

Huang Si shuddered all over, looking up to see the fat man with the brutal face, staring wide-eyed behind him.

Instinctively, Huang Si wanted to turn around——

Thud!

A blade pierced through his chest.