The Demon’s Menu

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When Jason and Arras walked back to Aung Shing, it was already the moment before evening.

The two crossed the street and evaded various probes and patrol officers. When they came to what Arras called the "fighting hall", the sky was completely dark.

"right here!"

Alas pointed to a small doorway in the alley.

It's about three blocks away from the central TV station of Ang City. There is a street next to the name "Recoco Street" and "Coco Street"-when walking along, through the street signs, Jason contrasted the memories in his mind The map of the city gives a general idea of ​​the surrounding streets.

Compared to the previously lively ‘Coco Street’, ‘Hot Coco Street’ is much colder, not to mention the back street.

If the garbage is not confirmed by Arras, Jason will think it is a garbage dump.

"It was originally a fighting hall run by my grandfather and mother."

"But I didn't take care of it, and gradually no one came."

"I clearly taught them all the time every time, but why did they disappear when they came only once?"

Alas said angrily.

Go all out?

Ordinary people, I am afraid that you will be punched to death?

Even if it ’s a well-trained person, if you get a punch, I ’m afraid you have to rest on the couch?

Jason glanced at the tall and strong body of Arras and immediately found the main reason.

However, he did not explain too much.

Not only because he did n’t know what to say, but also because he was attracted by the signboard of ‘Fighting Hall’.

‘Jj fighting hall’

Under this huge font, there is a line of small characters as a real fighter. Even if you know that you must lose, you must have the courage to accept the challenge!

"Warrior?"

Jason whispered to himself.

"That was written by my grandfather. At first he wanted to write" Gentleman ". Later, his mother changed it into a fighter."

"My grandfather always said that he was a nobleman-the kind that he claimed to be, and my mother never believed."

As Alas explained, he pushed open the door in front of him.

That's right, just push away.

The door in front of me was not locked.

Instead, he blocked the door with heavy objects.

As Aras pushed, the sound of squeaking and squeaking continued to sound.

"The door lock broke, so I used a 500kg barbell to block it behind the door."

Alas said, and walked into the fighting hall as soon as he bent over.

Jason followed, and at a glance saw the huge barbell piece that was translated, one 25kg, 20 piled in two piles, just 500kg.

Then Jason looked up at the fighting hall in front of him.

It is much bigger and cleaner than expected.

Moreover, the facilities are also very complete. There are sandbags and rubber men for target shooting, as well as dumbbells, barbells, squat racks and bench press racks for practicing strength. In the middle of the fighting hall are two rings.

One is one meter high, about 6 square meters, with three steps on the ring, four ropes wrapped around it, and thick felt on the surface of the ring, which is similar to the standard ring in Jason's impression.

The other is a cement-compacted ring, which is twice the size of the previous ring, but without ropes, steps, and felt.

There are windows in the wall facing the two rings.

"That's practice and actual combat."

"I usually go in and out from there."

Alas pointed to the window.

"Ok."

"What's your salary for the previous task?"

Jason nodded and asked.

"20000."

Alas subconsciously reported accurate figures.

"Give you."

"It's your compensation."

Jason took out 20,000 old notes from his backpack and handed them to Arras.

That Thomas was dead, and he was naturally unable to pay. Jason, who thought he disturbed Arras' mission, would naturally make compensation.

However, Arras shook his head again and again.

"I can't want it."

"If you didn't have Jason, I was just dead!"

Arras said very firmly.

The firm look was not only on the face, but also in the eyes. Jason watched the persistence of the other party's good-looking Xinghe eyes.

Immediately, nodded.

"is it?"

"Then think of it as tuition."

Jason said this.

"tuition?"

Alas blinked, not responding.

"Is your home fighting club?"

"I want to learn more about fighting skills."

"You have to pay tuition?"

Jason's expression was serious.

And in the bottom of my heart?

Jason listened to his surroundings.

There was so much noise in the afternoon, Jason believes that the 'Refrigerator' organization will be able to come to the door soon.

After all, in a hurry, he left too many clues.

Regardless of the previous witnesses, the driver of the truck alone will say everything.

Want to believe that an arms dealer's promises are kept tight?

It would be better to believe that sugar is salty.

It is natural for a businessman to pursue profits.

And businessmen in certain grey channels?

More cunning, deceitful and fierce than ordinary merchants.

But Jason didn't mind.

Because, this is what he wants to see.

He hopes that the ‘refrigerator’ organization knows this.

Then, use the attitude of the 'refrigerator' organization to judge some things.

These things include but are not limited to those weird and ... official attitudes.

The "Refrigerator" organization is official, and Jason has confirmed since the other party showed an extraordinary speed of response.

Before the judgment is confirmed, it is naturally unknown.

And Jason did not want to be involved in fighting with him, and he was willing to desperately fight for him at a crucial moment.

So, he chose to stay.

Of course, what he just said is not an excuse.

In some ways, Jason really thinks so.

When facing the "Mansion" before, Jason once again felt his weakness.

And as the core skill of protecting evil from the lack of the excitement of 4 points, if you want to improve, it is far away.

The other core skill, the Prussian Griffon Forge, is limited by protection from evil and cannot be improved in the short term.

Therefore, Jason who wants to increase his strength can only look at other skills and secret techniques.

But with the premise of "exciting no food consumption", Jason has almost no choice.

He has already raised the remaining skills and secrets to the extent that he needs the excitement of food to improve.

Therefore, he naturally thought of the way of self-cultivation.

For his talents for practicing forging body skills, Jason believes that training skills and secret techniques should not be too bad.

There was no time before, but now with a certain amount of time, he will not waste it.

not to mention……

There is also a sparring like Arras!

In the battle just now, Arras has shown extremely powerful unarmed fighting ability.

In particular, the kind of refreshing and heroic way of striking is even more exciting for Jason.

Of course, if time permits, he will also strengthen the sword.

Jason still has considerable confidence in swordsmanship.

Since he can possess a mysterious technique like the sword of dawn, it is enough to prove that he has a talent for swordsmanship. There is only one possible way to learn the various discomforts before!

Well, it must be the wrong way of learning, not my talent!

Jason strengthened his beliefs.

Alas did not know this.

She only heard Jason want to learn fighting skills.

That means ...

Jason will stay!

"Really ?!"

Alas looked at Jason ecstatically.

When Jason nodded again, Arras took the money in Jason's hands and then wanted to give Jason a hug.

But Jason flashed away.

Alas was stunned, and then he didn't pay attention to these outliers. Instead, he said in a straightforward way: "The school system of the Fighting Museum is month, quarter and year. Where do you plan to start, Jason."

As the heir to the fighting hall, she considers herself qualified.

As for the bounty hunter?

That's part-time!

To survive part-time!

If she can use the fight hall to make a living, she will not become a bounty hunter.

At this moment, it is hoped that Jason will stay longer, and hope that Jason will learn more skills through a long period of training, and he looks forward to watching Jason.

She wants Jason to say the year.

It is important to know that without long-term training, it is difficult to see any results in fighting.

But Jason didn't change his original idea because of Alas's hope.

"One month."

Jason answered.

He has only been here for a month, no matter how much he is.

Suddenly, Arras was full of disappointment, but returned to normal the next moment.

"One month's tuition is ..."

"The money is yours."

"I need to live here, and ... eat."

Jason interrupted Arras's words.

Subconsciously, Alas wanted to say that he included board and lodging.

However, inexplicably recalled the appearance of Jason swallowing the energy bar in the afternoon.

Wisely, Arras swallowed back the "board and board".

"I will find you a bedding."

"There are many rooms upstairs, you can choose your own."

"The bathroom is on the first floor."

"You can also use it on the second floor."

Alas said as he walked upstairs.

Jason did not leave, but walked carefully to the window, not directly exposed to the glass, but measured himself standing in the shadow, looking out the window.

He had just heard a slightly harsh sound of brakes.

Through the window, Jason saw the familiar black muscle car.

Stop across the main street of 'Hot Coco Street'.

However, no one from the whole team got off the car.

only one person.

Jason met each other in the morning.

"Choose an acquaintance to temporarily ease the relationship?"

"That is to say, the" refrigerator "organization is not absolute genocide."

"When faced with a strong presence, they also choose to compromise."

"if it is like this……"

Jason thought of this, and once again confirmed that the other party appeared alone, he immediately had some ideas.

...

Attmund walked out of the car with a daze in his expression.

Why is he here?

He should be off work.

He should be on vacation.

He should now take a flight ticket to board the plane, instead of appearing here to touch the dangerous ‘mask man’.

‘Since you have made such excellent and reasonable suggestions, you are naturally the best person to contact him. ’

‘Not going? ’

‘If you do n’t go, you will be demoted to the d level. ’

‘This is not the first time that a mission has been rejected. ’

‘The number you refused is enough to demote you. ’

Aide Demeng recalled the conversation he had just spoken with the supervisor, and his daze finally dissipated, and there was a daze on his face.

"Everyone is dead ... or betrayed!"

As soon as such an idea appeared, it disappeared without a trace.

First, the supervisor said the facts. As a senior C-level, he refused several tasks with his own rights (the facts prove that his rejection is correct, all the tasks are gone without return), Although this is a C-level right, this right still has a limited number of times. If it was not for the help of his supervisor, he would have become a D-level person who was not as good as a dog.

Secondly, he has accumulated nearly ten years of salary, and has just paid the down payment to buy a house and a car, so if he gives up ... he can't bear it.

Although he will need to repay the loan every month for the next twenty-nine years and eleven months, that kind of day can be called a dark day, but looking at his house and car, he was a little relieved.

Maybe this is life?

Pain, and happy.

Thinking of this, Attmund sighed and walked towards the back lane of 'Hot Coco Street'.

According to intelligence, the ‘mask man’ and the female bounty hunter named Arras returned to the fighting hall, which belongs to the female bounty hunter.

Walking to the back alley, Ed Demon strode forward ignoring the garbage.

He has seen even worse scenes.

The garbage in front of you?

It's really nothing.

Even, to some extent, it is really heaven.

This door is really short!

After glancing at the signboard of the fighting hall, Attmund evaluated the door in front of him, and after finishing his coat, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Boom, boom!

No one answered.

Boom, boom!

Attmund aggravated the percussion.

This time, someone finally answered.

However, it did not come from behind the door.

But ...

Behind him.

"Who are you looking for?"

When the sound of Jason's pretense was low, the blade of the broad-blade short-handed machete was pressed against the side of Edmund's neck.

As the cold blade touched his neck, Edmund immediately raised his hands high.

Then, he spoke very fast and said clearly

"I am looking for Master Jason."

"I have no ill intentions."

"I am here on behalf of the 'Shelter'."

Asylum?

Is the official name of ‘Refrigerator’?

Jason thought that the hand holding the knife moved slightly.

Suddenly, the blade advanced a bit.

Immediately, Edmund's neck skin was cut.

At the moment when the skin on the neck was cut, the senior C-class personnel immediately took advantage of his experienced experience. He fell on his knees and fell directly to the ground.

"Do not kill me."

"I cooperate."

"Excuse me ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, I seem to think that such words are not convincing.

Attmund added immediately, “I still have 29 years and eleven months of mortgage not paid off. Please let me go and let me complete the most important mission in my life—to own a house To build your own home. "

"As long as you are willing to let me go, I will tell you everything you want."

"Do you think you need eyes and ears?"

"I used to be a secret agent, and I'm good at gathering intelligence."

Eltmond, who was kneeling there, said in tears.

Jason didn't look at Edmund again, his brow furrowed, and his eyes were cold.

Because, at this moment, a rather malicious sight is watching him.

at……

Alleyway.