Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 949 - 4 The Familiar City, The Strangers_2

But how could he, a mere patrol officer, refuse Ryosuke, who is a managing officer?

He hoped that no significant chaos would break out.

Every time Urashima thought of what his superior had done in the past, he couldn’t help but pray.

However, things still turned out to be somewhat unexpected.

Ryosuke stopped walking when he was still two meters away from Jason.

Dangerous guy!

When Ryosuke saw Jason, a tremor emanated from deep within him.

It was a feeling he only got when facing a very few individuals.

But among those few, none could evoke such a strong sensation in him as he felt now.

How many people had this guy killed?

Ten?

Twenty?

Ryosuke thought this as his hand instinctively went to his waist.

That’s where the gun was.

However, Ryosuke did not draw his weapon.

He was very clear; facing someone like Jason, once guns were drawn, it was truly a fight to the death.

And him?

He wasn’t confident in facing Jason.

Even with a gun in hand.

Thinking this, Ryosuke lowered his hand.

If it’s pointless, then no need to make futile efforts.

Trying to intimidate a tiger with a stick only serves to anger it.

With that thought, Ryosuke spoke directly.

"I am Detective Ryosuke. I’d like us to talk about Ichiro Sakajo—he’s been murdered."

While Ryosuke said this, he continued to stare into Jason’s eyes.

However, what made Ryosuke frown was that Jason’s eyes were very calm, showing no ripples.

Neither surprise nor panic.

Very bland.

As if it’s none of his concern.

Or as if everything was expected.

In fact, that was the case.

Who would believe a scoundrel’s oath?

Other people might.

But Jason?

Definitely not.

For Jason, if a scoundrel’s oaths were trustworthy, then Thunder Clap wouldn’t happen out of the blue.

Are you taking oaths while I get drenched?

Jason wouldn’t be such an innocent fool.

As for the death of Ichiro Sakajo?

Jason could guess it was probably the work of that girl in the teahouse.

Given how the other party has subconsciously reacted, she wouldn’t sit by and do nothing.

"What do you know?"

Ryosuke stared at Jason and asked.

"I don’t know anything."

"I’ve been here the whole time."

"If you don’t believe, you can ask."

Jason answered.

Ryosuke gave Urashima a look, and the young detective immediately sprang into action.

During this time, Jason and Ryosuke didn’t just stand by the roadside.

The two walked to the building below "Mask X Machete X Flesh" office, Polar Bear Café.

"What would you like to drink? My treat."

Ryosuke said.

Immediately, Jason took another look at this middle-aged police officer.

Short hair, a lean face with a bit of rigidity as if he had been injured, making his face appear quite fierce, standing straight, seemingly slim but with significant explosive power. Even sitting, his back maintained an optimal posture for exertion.

If Jason hadn’t seen his identification, he would have found it hard to believe that someone like Ryosuke could be a police officer.

He seemed more like a thug.

No!

A desperado!

Moreover, some of his habits were also similar to the desperadoes Jason knew.

Even, Jason could smell a hint of Nightless City on him.

Though faint, it was indeed there.

Of course, that was as far as sizing up went.

What Jason was more concerned about was the other’s offer... a treat.

"First, ten caramel lattes and twenty scoops of ice cream with pancakes as the base."

Jason’s gaze swept over the café’s signboard menu and he naturally said.

Ryosuke was startled.

So was the café owner.

But immediately, the café owner sprang into action.

His movements were swift and proficient.

Ryosuke’s rigid face became even more rigid.

He always felt that he might have just misspoken.

"Overeating isn’t good."

Ryosuke said so.

"True, that’s why I usually only eat till seventy percent full."

Jason nodded, his gaze once again returning to the café’s female owner... and the signboard menu behind her.

"Got steak?"

"Fry me ten portions, seventy percent done."

Jason said.

"Alright, customer."

The female owner replied with a smile.

Although her fluffy, curly hair covered the corners of her eyes and most of her nose, her smile bloomed beautifully when her lips turned up.

Beneath such a smile, even her all-black attire, filled with a sense of gloom, seemed to brighten up.

Ryosuke’s face, however, stiffened even more.

This middle-aged detective wanted to say something more, but wisely chose to shut up upon seeing Jason excitedly eyeing the café’s photo menu.

In fact, Ryosuke couldn’t help but want to get up and leave.

He could now be certain that Jason had absolutely nothing to do with Ichiro Sakajo’s death.

After all, no murderer would ’extort’ a meal from a cop like Jason did... well, just a meal, only a meal.

Ryosuke touched his wallet, silently reminding himself.

While the owner was preparing, Urashima came back.

"Sir, I’ve investigated clearly!"

"Mr. Jason has been at Silver-11 district all along!"

"Owners of the octopus balls shop, sticky rice balls shop, imagawayaki shop, and taiyaki shop on the street can all vouch for Mr. Jason!"

Urashima replied earnestly.

"Got it."

Hearing his subordinate’s report, Ryosuke felt somewhat disheartened.

This is your 70% full?

Then, he quickly walked to the counter.

"Do you need anything else?"

"You can directly tell me."

The female owner responded with a smile.

"No, I’d like to check out."

Ryosuke took out his wallet.

If I stay any longer, I’d really end up staying here to wash dishes.

The smell of the dishwashing detergent... It’s just unbearable.

"The total comes to 271 yuan."

The female owner announced the price.

"Is there no discount?"

Ryosuke, holding his wallet, struggled to ask.

"No."

"If you don’t have enough cash, you can withdraw money; there’s a bank nearby."

The female owner pointed outside with a smile.

Only her eyes, covered by the hair, sparkled with an inexplicable glow.

Even the hair couldn’t hide it.

Ryosuke knew this kind of glow well.

It was a vigilant glow!

Was she worried about him... dining and dashing?

How could that be!

I, Ryosuke, would definitely not do such a thing.

"No need."

Ryosuke spoke solemnly, then turned his head to look at Urashima.

"Urashima, you pay first. When I get my paycheck, I’ll pay you back."

After speaking, Ryosuke strode out.

Even as he passed by Jason, he didn’t stop; on the contrary, he walked even faster.

The female owner glanced at Ryosuke’s retreating figure, then her gaze locked onto the bewildered Urashima.

"Customer?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Do I need to call the police?"

The owner hinted suggestively to Urashima.

"No need, I’ll... I’ll pay, is there an invoice?"

Urashima subconsciously wanted to say he was a police officer, but he felt it would be embarrassing to say, so he abruptly swallowed his words, then started to struggle.

Like a fish out of water, he opened his mouth, gasping for air.

But...

There was no oxygen.

Only pain.

Urashima also felt the pain for his wallet. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

As a bachelor, he needed to save money to get married.

Thus, an invoice was a must.

It was the proof of Ryosuke borrowing money.

He wasn’t worried that Ryosuke would fail to return the money, as his senior and superior, Ryosuke was creditworthy in this regard; he was just worried it might not be his turn.

Exactly.

Ryosuke was the sort of man living paycheck to paycheck.

Payday was repayment day.

Instantly drained.

Therefore, constant reminders were necessary.

"Yes."

The owner said.

This made Urashima sigh in relief.

Unlike Ryosuke’s departure, Urashima bowed to Jason before leaving.

Then, it was time for the owner to serve the dishes.

Coffee, ice cream, steak.

Jason ate with great enjoyment.

Skills?

Not bad.

At least much better than his own.

Watching Jason devour his meal, the owner sat directly opposite Jason and asked with a familiar tone—

"How about the thing you promised me?"