Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1125 - 956: Please Keep the Restaurant Clean

Chapter 1125: Chapter 956: Please Keep the Restaurant Clean

"D Zone’s streets are lined with inconspicuous fast-food restaurants. You can taste foods here that you cannot find outside of prison, but never start trouble in there, or you will pay a terrible price."

This saying is widely circulated in D Zone.

Each block’s Judge, according to personal taste, opens corresponding shops in the area, typically looked after by close confidants of the Judge.

At this moment, Lu Xiang and "Emperor" arrive at this unassuming fast-food restaurant, following the address sent by Song Lan. The restaurant’s entrance sports a burger sign, clearly indicating what kind of fast-food it is.

Devin Hona follows behind the two.

The passage back to B Area had been sealed off, and someone like her, an unregistered "black household," would quickly become a plaything for criminals if she didn’t stick with the "Emperor," with no place in C Area that could shelter her.

Her eyes slightly red, the events of recent days drove her mad.

She was about to gain qualifications to transfer to A Area, but an unwarranted disaster led to her being coerced by D Zone’s prisoners into becoming a hostage. Unlike other prisoners here, brought because of factional struggles, they don’t have nearly eternal lifespans; they bleed when injured, and without prompt treatment, they die quickly.

C Area and D Area really weren’t places she should be.

Upon entering, the aroma in the restaurant temporarily soothed Huona’s tense nerves. They are greeted by a sumptuous lunch, so abundant it doesn’t seem like that a burger-centric fast-food restaurant could offer.

Besides the signature fries, fried fish, and burger combo, large platters were also filled with various dishes made from potatoes.

She couldn’t name these dishes, which weren’t mentioned on the restaurant’s electronic menu screen.

Devin Hona sees "Emperor"’s companions here and couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed – these people didn’t look like they could be much help.

One a girl who seemed to still be a middle school student, and another a young man, slowly carrying a plate of food from the kitchen.

Thinking of those violent and abstractly shaped bodies of D Zone’s prisoners, a deep despair rose within her.

Students, a chef, and an agent from the Counter-Intelligence Department.

This team had too many random persons, with all the fighting pressure concentrated on the "Emperor."

"Oh, you’ve arrived just in time!"

As they entered, RT6’s eyes brightened, "Bring out all my chilled drinks!"

A good meal, of course, must be paired with good drinks, but "Emperor"’s face stiffened, he made no move, making the atmosphere awkward.

"What’s wrong?"

Faced with RT6’s probing, "Emperor" remained silent, only slightly pulling back a corner of his coat.

On his chest was a striking through-and-through wound.

For a Modified Person, such an injury wasn’t much, but the problem was that this was exactly where the portable fridge was. Monkfish’s sneak attack not only pierced his chest, but also smashed the drinks stored in the fridge before RT6’s departure into a mess.

Looking at an ashen RT6, "Emperor" tried to say something, "Sorry, when I got back to the corridor, I tried to salvage it, but failed."

"No bottle left?"

"Not a single one."

"Monkfish!"

This loud, angry yell disrupted the calm of the afternoon, and what angered RT6 even more was that Monkfish was already dead; you can’t avenge yourself on someone who’s gone.

"Decided then, I’m turning this place into a temporary repair shop, priority is to get the fridge fixed!"

Devin Hone didn’t dare make a sound.

She didn’t understand why these people, given their dire situation, were casually discussing fridges and drinks as if nothing mattered. Despite the incredibly rich meal on the table, she hadn’t felt close to these "human creatures" for a long time in prison, and thinking of her own future, she lost all appetite.

Moreover, these people spoke as if nobody else was around; thankfully there weren’t many people in this restaurant, otherwise, it would easily make them a target.

She looked around, and then noticed something even odder.

That not only was there no other customers in the restaurant, but also the boss was nowhere to be seen. The person serving them didn’t seem to be the restaurant’s chef nor the owner.

"Where is the boss of this restaurant?"

Lu Xiang voiced out Devin Hona’s internal question.

Lu Xiang knew Song Lan too well; from the moment he entered the restaurant, he sensed that something was off.

The news of Monkfish’s death had already spread on their way here, Judges’ henchmen were fiercely searching for the culprit, but Song Lan and RT6 had leisurely prepared such a meal before their arrival.

"The boss? The boss is here, he’s just tired today, resting in the kitchen."

Song Lan made full use of his ability to make friends; after coming and going, he got familiar with the restaurant owner, and after a friendly chat, the owner had agreed to lend him the kitchen.

"Is it clean?"

"It’s clean."

Devin Hona listened carefully to their back-and-forth chat, but for some reason, despite this mundane but leisurely conversation, she felt a chill run down her spine, and when she thought back, she realized that the conversation had abruptly shifted from the whereabouts of the boss to the handling of the food, which was somewhat jarring.