Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

It has become a hunt!

He was hungry.

Emod did not see any of this; he only saw Jason, who appeared to him the same as the people he had encountered before.

They were all so... well, lowly.

Truly lowly.

Evaluating this writer who didn't look at all like a writer from the bottom of his heart, Emod's disdain grew stronger.

Even, he was not willing to pretend anymore, and he bluntly said,

"Very good, you're a smart man."

"Smart people tend to live long."

"Now go back."

"Go back to your apartment and stay there until that guy is hanged by me."

After speaking, Emod waved his hand to signal Jason to leave.

Jason pushed the door open to get out of the car, and the old butler was standing beside the car. After closing the door, he looked towards Jason with a smile.

"Mr. Emod is a bit angry, so please forgive him if there is anything."

As the old butler spoke, he handed Jason a thick envelope.

Jason did not refuse.

The afternoon tea just now had left his bank account with only 101 dollars remaining, one of which was a coin, and besides, this was the promised compensation.

Taking the envelope, Jason quickly walked towards Apartment 3A.

"Leveraging the strength of a big shot to break through the blockade of Police Chief Davide, how will you deal with the retaliation from this big shot afterwards?"

"Or should I say..."

"How do you arrange for 'him' to help me?"

Jason had not forgotten that in the book, the 'Protagonist' rose to fame not least because of the second client who appeared.

It was because the 'Protagonist' completed the commission excellently that the second client introduced more people to the 'Protagonist,' allowing the protagonist not only to earn rewards and fame but also to step by step into a trap.

But that was in the book.

Here?

Emod was not so easily manipulated.

Jason could fully imagine how Emod would resist.

Thinking this, Jason's gaze involuntarily turned towards his own door.

313.

As he climbed the stairs, he clearly heard breathing from inside.

Very faint.

Not the faintness of impending death but that of concealment.

"Is this..."

"One of Emod's people?"

Jason guessed.

It was not surprising that Emod would send someone.

The other party looked like a big shot with a strong desire for control and who completely ignored others; for such a person to send someone to tightly manage him, an 'accident,' was not a big deal.

Thinking this in his heart, Jason opened the door as usual.

Then, he saw a person standing near the threshold of the door leading to the bedroom and study.

This was a middle-aged man with somewhat disheveled hair and an unshaven beard for several days. He was wearing a long-sleeved black shirt and casual pants, with boots on his feet, his eyes carried a hint of apology, and his face was filled with urgency.

"Sorry, I mean no harm."

"Please forgive my presumptuous visit."

"I thought I would have a better chance of meeting."

The man said, revealing a bitter smile.

"Do we know each other?"

Jason scanned the man, asking.

He could confirm that the man was carrying weapons, and not just one.

Moreover, considering the man's just demeanor, there was no doubt; this was a very strong individual.

"Not before."

"But we've corresponded through letters."

The man explained.

"Letters?"

"Yes, I am Brian."

"Do you remember?"

The man asked.

"Brian? The one who asked me to listen, Brian?"

Jason's mind instantly went to the sender of the second letter; the man was Brian.

"Yes, that Brian is me."

"I found your posting on the notice board interesting, and it just so happened I have some matters I can't discuss with ordinary people, so I needed a listener."

Brian spoke, his face showing another bitter smile.

"And you?"

Jason pointed at the man standing behind the threshold, hiding his presence.

"My daughter has been kidnapped."

"I have been following the leads here."

Any trace of bitterness quickly vanished from Brian's face, leaving only chill sharpness.

It was a sharpness like a long sword about to be drawn from its scabbard.

Sharp and bone-piercing.

Kidnapping?

Jason was stunned, then quickly snapped to his senses.

"It can't be?"

Jason raised his hand and gestured towards the door, pointing downward.

"Yes, him."

Brian stated with certainty.

"Emod abducted your daughter?"

Jason furrowed his brows.

It wasn't that Jason didn't believe Emod could abduct Brian's daughter; rather, Jason felt that Emod wouldn't be so foolish.

Emod held a distinguished identity, and if he wanted to do something, he didn't need to get his hands dirty.

Or rather, it was impossible for him to leave any loose ends.

"Please believe me, as a father, I would never joke about my daughter's safety, nor would I lie about it." Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Brian emphasized as he then carefully and slowly took a backpack from the bedroom cum study.

The whole process was very cautious.

Brian didn't want to cause any misunderstandings.

Because, as he reached for it, he could sense an intense palpitation.

It was the kind of feeling one gets when facing an enormous crisis.

He wasn't sensing it wrong.

And he trusted that feeling even more.

Thus, he carefully picked up the backpack and handed it to Jason.

At the same time, his gaze towards Jason turned strange.

Before coming here, he had checked Jason's file.

It described an average person, who, apart from being tall and strong, and being an author, had nothing else noteworthy.

But the Jason in front of him made Brian doubt the authenticity of that file.

If he could retire, then why couldn't Jason 'retire' too?

Subconsciously, Brian thought of the "Cross Street Stalker" and the vivid descriptions of crime scenes within it.

A serial killer?

Thinking this, Brian's gaze developed a hint of wariness.

He needed Jason's help to approach Emod more quickly and safely and rescue his daughter, but that didn't mean he'd collaborate with a serial killer.

Never in the past.

Not possible in the future.

Now?

Even less likely.

Observing Jason, who had now opened the backpack, Brian already felt some regret for his haste.

Indeed, he had been retired for too long.

Brian sighed to himself.

He would never say that his daughter was the reason he grew impatient.

He owed her.

All he wanted now was to make amends for his mistakes.

Jason noticed Brian's wariness, but he did not stop going through the backpack; he was looking at the photos and descriptions.

Through these photos and descriptions, Jason quickly formed a mental image of a gang organization led by "Emod."

It was a group hidden beneath "Cherry City."

They wielded significant power, dealing not only in drugs but also in... human trafficking.

They would select 'excellent' merchandise and regularly organize some auctions.

Quite a number of significant figures would appear at these auctions.

Jason looked at the photos in his hands, observing Emod's genuinely happy expression amidst some people.

No longer scornful but sincerely smiling.

And with a touch of... ingratiation?

Exactly!

Ingratiation!

Emod was using these 'excellent' goods to ingratiate himself with those people.

"Is this your 'shortcut' to becoming a big shot?"

Jason murmured softly to himself.

Then, he turned his head towards Brian.

"Are you sure all of this is real?"

Jason asked.

"Of course."

"Even though I've retired, my sources haven't."

Brian asserted firmly. Then the father hesitated briefly before he finally said, "I was hoping to use your acquaintance with Emod to infiltrate his 'factory' and save my daughter, but..."

"But you're worried I might be a serial killer?"

"Worried my presence might put your daughter in even greater danger?"

Jason interrupted him.

Brian looked at Jason in surprise.

It seemed strange that Jason would know what he had just been thinking.

"Because, the way you just looked at me, it was as if you were staring at a pervert."

"Excuse me."

Having explained himself, Jason then signaled Brian to step aside.

Brian immediately took two steps back, watching as Jason approached the bookshelf and took out a hockey mask from behind it, slowly putting it on.

Then, Jason pulled out a wide-bladed, short-handled machete.

Holding the machete and wearing the hockey mask, Jason's eyes focused on Brian as he said very seriously—

"The depictions in the book are just that, depictions. I am not some deranged killer."