Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

```

Grilled hot dogs: 2.5.

Sandwiches: 3.0.

Fat Otaku Water: 2.0.

Orange juice: 2.0.

...

Only four items in total, prices clear.

"Ten hot dogs, ten sandwiches, five Fat Otaku Water, orange juice."

"Fat Otaku Water with ice."
Stay updated with empire

Jason ordered his afternoon tea based on his own appetite and specifically emphasized.

The plump owner glanced at the police car across the street, a look of realization crossing his face.

"You guys are on a stakeout, huh?"

"So you're buying food for two people for the whole day?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

"Bob is an ally of justice."

Saying this, the plump owner moved to the stove on the side and started to get busy.

Jason had no intention of explaining.

At that moment, he only cared about the food.

Shortly after the food was ready, the plump owner handed it over to Jason.

"75 bucks."

"Thank you for your patronage."

The plump owner said.

Jason pulled out his wallet, earnestly counted out 75 bucks to the other party, and then turned toward the police car.

"Good luck!"

The plump owner gestured a cheering motion behind Jason.

"Yeah."

"Check out the news after you close up tonight."

Jason said as he walked, not slowing his steps one bit.

"What?"

The plump owner asked in confusion, but this time, Jason did not answer again and instead boarded the police car.

"Are you going into seclusion to write?"

The officer, looking at Jason carrying a load of food, couldn't help but ask.

"Just a normal afternoon tea."

Jason replied, and then directly took out a hot dog.

It was a corn dog.

A hot dog fried in cornmeal, it had the taste of meat and the sweetness of corn, and the plump owner had even added some chocolate. Taking a bite, the slightly dense cocoa flavor and the sweetness of the corn rushed straight to the taste buds, and when the teeth touched the ham, there was a hint of springiness. Then, pop, the casing burst, and the juices squirted inside the mouth.

It was not purely a pork sausage but was mainly chicken, with a bit of fish meat added.

The flavor was delicious, yet the texture was not compromised.

Not bad.

It didn't disappoint me at all.

Jason evaluated.

After eating one hot dog, Jason picked up a sandwich.

It was the common ham sandwich with fried eggs, cheese slices, and ham.

However, unlike ordinary ham sandwiches, the plump owner had chosen beer ham as the main ingredient.

The slight saltiness combined with the cheese reacted in a matter of seconds.

The fried egg, crispy on both sides, and the soft bread slices elevated the sandwich's texture by more than a notch.

Mmm, mmm.

Jason ate two in a row, nodding his head uncontrollably.

Gulp, gulp.

Burp!

He downed a bottle of Fat Otaku Water in one go and let out a burp.

Do I need to say more about Fat Otaku Water?

Just lie there, drink it down sip by sip, and when I burp, it feels like my soul is ascending.

The orange juice was freshly squeezed from oranges, pretty fresh.

"I could come here a second time."

Jason thought.

Meanwhile, the officer driving the car kept looking at Jason through the rearview mirror.

No doubt, this was the first time he saw someone eat so fast.

A mere distance of less than 200 meters, and even sitting in a car, Jason had eaten a hot dog, two sandwiches, and drunk a bottle of Fat Otaku Water and a glass of orange juice. And it seemed like he had no intention of stopping.

Could that stand really be that delicious?

The officer couldn't help but wonder and decided in his mind to go and try some for himself after he dropped off Jason.

The car stopped again.

"Please be careful."

"You might be targeted as well."

"But rest assured, we will protect you."

After saying this as part of routine, the officer unexpectedly pointed to a car in the distance.

No longer hiding?

No, that's not it!

They aren't just not hiding anymore, they are making a show of it!

```

This was pressuring the "assassin"!

It implies that to "recreate" the scene, one must break through his blockade?

Was the pressure completely on oneself?

Jason thought of the middle-aged police chief's smiling face and couldn't help but think to himself.

Undoubtedly, the other party was more reliable than he had imagined.

Similarly, quite cunning.

Jason's senses, which were beyond those of ordinary people, could clearly perceive that in the garden behind the apartment, in a room on the second floor, and next to his room on the third floor, there were gazes fixed on him.

These gazes were full of vigilance, but not malice.

Clearly, these were the true surveillants.

That car?

Of course, it was bait.

"Thank you."

After expressing his gratitude, Jason took the remaining food and headed towards the third floor.

Of course, Jason was eating as he went along.

But so as not to draw attention, he controlled himself well.

It was only after entering his room that he finally opened his mouth—

Whoosh!

The flow of air surged, and as Jason opened his mouth, it was as though a black hole had opened, and the remaining food in his hand was swept away in an instant.

"Indeed!"

"Food should be eaten in big bites!"

Jason whispered to himself softly.

Then, as he turned on the television, he took the book "Cross Street Stalker" from his bedroom cum study and began to flip through it once more.

He always felt that he had missed something.

Time passed by the minute and the second.

The westerly sun began to slowly descend.

At about quarter past four, Jason lifted his head and looked towards the door.

Someone was approaching the third floor.

The other's steps were unhurried and extremely steady.

A few seconds later—

Knock, knock, knock.

"Hello, may I ask if this is Mr. Jason?"

Following the knock, a polite voice sounded.

Jason walked over and opened the door.

At the door stood a middle-aged to elderly man in a tailcoat and white gloves.

The man had graying hair, a pocket watch chain hanging from his chest, a courteous yet slightly stiff expression, fitting the image of a butler perfectly.

"Hello, Mr. Jason."

"I am Mr. Emod's butler."

"Mr. Emod wishes to meet with you."

"Of course, we won't take you far, just downstairs, and similarly, I will offer you compensation for your time... Please, there is no malice from me or my master."

The elderly butler said this with all due politeness.

Having spoken, he then bowed to Jason.

Seeing the old butler bowing, Jason frowned.

Subconsciously, he thought of the "Cross Street Stalker"—after the protagonist had helped a husband find evidence of his wife's affair following the discovery of the landlord's dog.

Was this husband Emod?

As Jason pondered this, he also understood the other's approach at the same time.

To exert power over others!

Jason didn't know who Emod was, but he was sure of one thing: Emod was definitely wealthy or of high status.

Without a doubt, just by looking at his butler, one could tell.

Someone who could afford such a qualified butler, in Cherry City, naturally held a significant position.

Such an important figure could easily make the arrangements of the middle-aged police chief futile.

Is this your method of dealing?

It really is quite good!

Jason said to himself, then responded to the elderly butler in front of him, "Okay."

"Thank you very much!"

"Please follow me."

Relief showed on the old butler's face as he bowed once more and then led the way.

Just as the old butler had said, they wouldn't take Jason far.

In fact, the meeting place with Mr. Emod was just downstairs.

A stretched, silver-white car was parked there.

Even to those uninformed about cars, on seeing this one, they could sense its opulence.

But of course, that wasn't all.

Two black cars were parked in front and behind the silver-white limousine, and six bodyguards wearing sunglasses were standing on both sides of the convoy, their backs to the car and facing out.

The sunglasses obscured their gazes, but Jason could feel them being sized up.

The moment he appeared, those evaluative eyes followed suit.

Clearly, Emod's bodyguards were not for show.

But what interested Jason more was Mr. Emod himself!

Because—

He smelled the "food"!