Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Huang Si looked down at the blade piercing through his chest, opened his mouth to scream.

But, as soon as he opened his mouth, a spurt of blood gushed out.

Poof!

The blade withdrew, and Huang Si collapsed to the ground, utterly lifeless.

Creak.

Amidst the friction sound of the door hinges and door frame, the gate of the small courtyard shut completely.

Blood, body, and the small courtyard seemed isolated from the whole world.

This scene happened in a flash, the one standing guard on the roof hadn't even reacted before it was over.

By the time he realized what had happened, Jason had already appeared before him.

"Who are you?"

"Do you know where this place is?"

"Someone, help!"

The guard shouted loudly, but the courtyard remained silent, not a sound or movement.

He instantly realized something was wrong.

Looking at Jason, who was wearing a bizarre mask, cold sweat trickled down.

"Sir, I'm just a..."

Poof!

Jason swung the short-handled broad blade cleaver, blood splattered.

The opponent clutched his throat and fell to the ground, equally silent.

Upon entering the courtyard, Jason had already activated [Silence Technique].

Having inherited the 'Tongshou Temple legacy', Jason was like a tiger with wings.

Not to mention other skills, just the [Silence Technique] and Jason's 'Stealth' were a perfect match; if combined with [Mist Concealment] or performed under the cover of night, it was truly possible to kill without a sound.

Leaping off the rooftop, Jason headed straight for the main house in the courtyard.

This was a very simple courtyard.

In the middle stood a table and chair, with a teapot, teacup, and a plate of sunflower seeds on the table.

A garment was hanging on the back of the chair, indicating it belonged to the fatty who was guarding the door.

Obviously, when not needed at the door, he stayed here, sipping tea and munching sunflower seeds.

On the right side of the courtyard was a kitchen, Jason didn't need to go in, he could tell just by the smell.

To the left was a high wall, with withered gourd vines and creepers clinging tightly, the gray courtyard wall and the withered yellow plants made the wall look lifeless and quite discomforting.

Straight across the courtyard was the main house.

Jason pushed the door open and entered.

"Place your bets! Place your bets!"

"Big! I'm betting on big!"

"Small! It's definitely small!"

As soon as he entered the room, shouting voices rose and fell intermittently.

Five brawny men gathered around a table, yelling fervently. The furnishings were old, the lighting was dim, even though it was afternoon, several oil lamps were needed to see the points on the gambling table clearly.

Hiss!

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, the shadows around changing in size, seemingly twisting.

Yet, the five immersed in it paid no attention.

They were likely used to it.

Their eyes were all focused on the dice cup.

"Big big big!"

"Small small small!"

Each one shouting hoarsely.

Finally, the banker opened, slowly lifting the dice cup from the table with both hands, then, just as the other four were about to see the dice numbers, slammed it back down heavily.

"What are you doing... huh?"

One of the gamblers immediately shouted in dissatisfaction, but, as soon as he raised his head, a gush of foul-smelling blood sprayed over.

Poof!

This gambler got a face full.

Not just him, the remaining three as well.

The four of them frantically wiped their faces.

And this was the last thing they did in their lives.

Jason's short-handled broad blade cleaver swiftly swept across the throats of the four.

For Jason, this was no difficulty.

It was like swatting a few flies.

Even easier than swatting flies.

After all, flies are quite vigilant.

But the five before him?

Were already lost in the gambling table, without the slightest vigilance.

After dealing with the five, Jason thought of heading towards the inner room.

As soon as he stepped through the door—

Whoosh!

The sound of something slicing through the air arose.

A cold glare came from behind the door.

A burly man holding a dagger, face twisted in ferociousness, eyes filled with murderous intent.

The dagger was swift and sharp.

Clearly, the opponent was very skilled with the dagger.

Indeed, it was so.

Zhao Yang, the leader of this group, was not only ruthless and cruel, but he also had quite formidable skills, especially with his dagger, which had earned quite a name back in Mountain City. Even the heads of a few gyms on Martial Arts Street did not dare to underestimate him. If he hadn't known he couldn't break through the rules set on Martial Arts Street, he would have opened a gym and recruited students there long ago.

Of course, more importantly, he had a murder case on his back from earlier years.

He couldn't 'show his face' in the true sense.

But that didn't stop Zhao Yang from living well.

In this world, as long as you have no bottom line, wanting to live well is really too simple.

Just like him.

Set up two gambling dens, occasionally trafficked a few people, life was really carefree.

However, Zhao Yang was still as vigilant as he should be.

The dagger, stained with blood, was never away from his side.

Just like earlier, as soon as things went quiet, he immediately flipped around, grabbed the dagger, and hid behind the door.

He didn't know who was coming.

He had offended many people, more than ten people in Mountain City wanted his life.

And these guys were all desperados like him.

So, he knew very well, to survive, he could only kill several enemies quickly as possible.

And then...

Run!

The place was gone, wasn't terrifying, losing his men wasn't terrifying either.

With his abilities, give him a few months, and he'd be able to gather a group of men again.

The men were dead, so be it, the most important thing was, he was alive.

And Zhao Yang was full of confidence about this.

He was a truly accomplished 'muscular' martial artist, normally, even ten big men couldn't be his match, let alone a sudden attack.