Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Zhao Laosi looked at Jason, feeling a little lost.

He was clearly just watching the show from the sidelines, how did he end up involved?

Plus, how did the other party know he committed murder?

"Master Mu, you must be joking. I'm just a wonton stall owner, how could I kill someone?"

Zhao Laosi laughed as he handed a bowl of cooked wontons to Jason.

Jason accepted it.

Zhao Laosi breathed a sigh of relief.

'It looks like he was just trying to divert attention.'

'Otherwise, if he really knew I killed someone, would he still dare to eat my food?'

Just as Zhao Laosi was thinking this, Jason tilted his head back and ate the wontons, soup and all.

'Sure enough, just to divert attention...'

"Then what's the deal with Zhao Laosi's corpse in the alley?"

While Zhao Laosi was still pondering, Jason put down the bowl and said directly.

Zhao Laosi was stunned.

'It's not to divert attention!'

'Nor is it a trick!'

'He really found out!'

Zhao Laosi furrowed his brows and looked at Jason in confusion, unable to understand why Jason already knew and still dared to eat the wontons he made, wasn't he afraid of poison?

Besides, how did this Master Mu know?

He thought he had committed the perfect crime.

Whether in form, expression, or demeanor, he was convincingly authentic.

He even had some of Zhao Laosi's memories and wouldn't make a mistake.

"Where did I slip up?"

Zhao Laosi asked, bowing.

The voice was still Zhao Laosi's, the actions were Zhao Laosi's.

But the content of his words shocked Li Yuanyuan and Zhao Shuhua, the two girls almost instinctively hid behind Jason, and the crowd that had been just watching quickly dispersed.

"He really committed murder!"

"Zhao Laosi was killed!"

"The Zhao Laosi here is fake!"

Such whispers rose among the crowd.

Zhao Laosi heard them but didn't care, maintaining the bow, staring straight at Jason.

It seemed as though nothing around him mattered except Jason.

"Your wontons are much better than Zhao Laosi's."

Jason answered truthfully.

"Better than Zhao Laosi?"

Zhao Laosi was taken aback, clearly not expecting to be found out this way.

"Yes."

"You even added dried shrimp, pepper, which Zhao Laosi would never splurge on."

Jason nodded.

"Since you noticed, why didn't you say so directly?"

Zhao Laosi asked another of the questions in his mind.

Logically, since he was discovered, he should be surrounded by people by now.

This kind of situation had happened before.

But now, there were no ambushes around.

The only one who was in danger was Jason.

"Why say it directly? If I don't say it, I can eat a few more bowls. If I say it, I wouldn't get even one."

"After all, your wontons are delicious."

"Besides..."

Jason dragged out his tone, capturing Zhao Laosi's attention.

Zhao Laosi's concentration was entirely on Jason, and now he perked up his ears for more.

Then, he heard—

"It's free."

Zhao Laosi blinked, thinking he must have misheard.

But seeing Jason's smiling face, he knew he hadn't.

Suddenly, Zhao Laosi's expression stiffened.

He thought of many possibilities but had never anticipated such an answer.

An unexpected answer.

Strangely, he felt taken advantage of.

Even though he wasn't Zhao Laosi, it seemed precisely because of that, the feeling of being taken advantage of was stronger.

Just then, Jason lifted his foot and kicked the side of the stall with the pot and furnace.

Bam!

Scalding soup, along with the charcoal from the furnace, flew towards Zhao Laosi.

"Ah ah ah!"

Caught off guard, Zhao Laosi was drenched in scalding soup and screamed in agony, then came the charcoal, intensifying the 'burn'.

Zhao Laosi rolled on the ground in pain.

Then, swiftly went silent.

"Dead?"

Li Yuanyuan and Zhao Shuhua looked at Zhao Laosi's corpse in shock and disbelief.

Dou Bao, who ran from the martial arts club entrance, boldly wanted to check the body, but was held back by Jason.

"Don't touch it, it's suspicious."

Faced with Dou Bao's confusion, Jason spoke gravely.

The attack just now, for a normal person, could be deemed fatal.

But for a killer skilled in disguise, clearly well-trained, such an attack shouldn't be deadly.

Jason furrowed his brows, looking at 'Zhao Laosi's' corpse.

Dou Bao watched Jason, then turned a scrutinizing and proud gaze towards Li Yuanyuan and Zhao Shuhua.

The meaning was clear.

See, the Master still cares more about me!

"I'll have someone report to the authorities."

Dou Bao said.

The more critical the situation, the more composed she needed to be.

"Alright."

Jason nodded.

Dou Bao ran to the side to find a messenger.

"Could you pass a message?"

Dou Bao said, pulling out a dime and placing it in the person's hand.

She wanted to give just a penny but chose a dime for the Master's sake.

Dou Bao knew that even without paying, someone would willingly help.

But that would entail owing a favor.

Financial debts are easy to repay.

Favor debts are hard.

No matter the size, they're troublesome.

Sometimes, they can be fatal.

Being able to settle a favor with money is the best deal.

She learned much about the ways of the world during her time traveling destitute.