Enforcer Manual
Chapter 1126 - 956: Please Keep the Restaurant Clean_2

Chapter 1126: Chapter 956: Please Keep the Restaurant Clean_2

She lowered her head to look at the stewed meat exuding a tempting aroma and softly asked, "The meat you just mentioned should be beef, right?"

The restaurant was a beef burger place, so it was reasonable for the kitchen to have stockpiled a large amount of beef.

It was said that the Judge of the arena had acquired quite a few restaurants for his precious pet, and even snatched several chefs with decent cooking skills from B Area to look after the shops. Naturally, all the themes were meat-related – all of it to satisfy his beloved pet’s appetite.

Devin Hona picked up a fork. She had made up her mind: as long as the two of them provided her with a firm answer, she would temporarily put her worries aside and enjoy a long-missed delicious meal.

However, the looks in their eyes when they turned to her plunged Devin into even greater panic.

After a deathly silence, her teeth began to tremble, "...It’s beef, right?"

"There’s no problem with beef, the boss has stockpiled quite a bit of good quality beef in the kitchen."

The avoidance of a direct answer in such context was almost as good as an acknowledgement.

Perhaps what they referred to was not the ingredients on the plate, but... the boss?

Even, including the other customers who had dined in the restaurant before.

Serial killer.

The image Song Lan had in Devin’s eyes changed, she suddenly remembered a classic screen image created by the Kolo Film Industry in the past, a serial killer so well-disguised as an ordinary person. On the surface, he lived a normal, peaceful life, but every now and then, he couldn’t suppress his urge to kill.

This seemingly weak and docile young man was probably hiding a secret side unknown to others.

"Ding Ling Ling—"

The sound that came from the restaurant’s doorstep disrupted Devin Hona’s thoughts, and the shadow that appeared before her eyes once again sent her heart into a nosedive.

The intruders were all from the gladiatorial arena, and there were many more of them than she had imagined.

These people were thoroughly investigating the murderer who had killed the Monkfish. Their precious pet had been killed, and the Judge definitely couldn’t swallow this insult.

Once they found out that the restaurant’s boss had been killed, they would likely be treated as criminals on the spot.

"Boss, there are customers in the shop!"

Just as Devin Hona was gripped by fear, Song Lan shouted towards the kitchen, followed by the boss, whom she had already presumed dead, walking out from the kitchen looking somewhat dazed, but with no marks of injuries or signs of coercion on him.

"Why are you looking at me with those eyes?"

Song Lan was puzzled, "I told you, didn’t I? The boss of this restaurant is my good friend. We were just discussing sauce recipes in the kitchen. I agreed to share my secret sauce recipe with him. If it was sold in a high-end restaurant in the second area, it could fetch a five-figure price."

"Indeed, we discussed in detail the cooking technique for beef stew with potatoes."

The boss almost reflexively responded, then realizing his reaction was a bit over-enthusiastic, he, with his head down, walked towards the surveillance team dispatched by the arena.

Their conversation could be heard clearly despite the distance.

"We received a report claiming that a suspect of the murder had appeared in this shop."

During the inquiry, the surveillance team also looked at the restaurant with strange eyes. Logically speaking, three groups of people had been there before them, yet there were no traces of fighting left in the shop.

Moreover, there was a familiar face in the shop.

—The widely acclaimed "The Strongest Modified Person" Emperor, the boss’s beloved new toy.

However, unless necessary, they didn’t want too much interaction with this star contestant. The boss did not like others meddling in his fun, and with his temperamental nature, if they upset the boss, they could be directly sent to C Area to experience a slave’s life.

"Sorry, I was mistaken, there have been others who came earlier, and the misunderstanding has been clarified with them."

"Misunderstanding? You know how much the boss values the Monkfish, right?"

"Of course, but it really was a misunderstanding."

The restaurant boss hurriedly explained, "Your colleagues left and headed west; don’t know if something happened there."

"You’d better not be lying to us."

The inspection team made another round in the restaurant, and after confirming that nothing was amiss, they hurriedly left the premises.

Watching the receding figures of the Shadows, the restaurant owner finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His mind at the moment could be described as a complete mush; he couldn’t understand why the terrifying creature spared his life after learning that he had secretly reported to the coliseum and then very kindly patted his shoulder in the kitchen, praising him for being a very wise man and hoping that he would carry on this wisdom in the future.

When the restaurant owner returned to the kitchen, a suffocating fear once again surged over him.

He was originally just an ordinary prisoner from B Area, by no means a true hardened character, when suddenly one day, a group of people who claimed to be the Judge’s confidants burst into B Area and captured many people, including him, and brought them here.

The Judge gave him a shop, hoping he could produce food that would satisfy the customers, while those who carelessly vowed their culinary expertise but couldn’t deliver would become meals in the bellies of the patrons.

The very first customer of the restaurant was the Monkfish, and he used all his wits just to avoid the fate of being eaten.

This kitchen was the place he knew best, yet the mottled ink stains on the walls felt immensely foreign to him.

He couldn’t even confirm if these ink-like splatters on the walls were remains of the inspection team members because this was the first time he had seen what it looked like when a D Zone prisoner died.

Theoretically, they all worshipped a common Master.

Under the guidance of the Master, they had abandoned their physical bodies and become pure Consciousness Entities, and in return, the Master promised them eternal life.

They could not be eradicated, even if reduced to a flickering flame, their spirits would not completely dissipate; therefore, those who lost everything in the arena were simply sent to C Area to be slaves, and even the Judge seemed unsure of how to destroy a pure Consciousness Entity.

But just now, he became a witness.

All this was because the first batch of inspection team members did not heed Song Lan’s advice.

The creature seemed to be a reasonable person; from the beginning, he agreed to let the inspection team take the young lady with them and told them in a heartfelt and reasoned way that he had made plans with a friend, and if they insisted on him reporting back to the coliseum, he would personally visit after lunch with his friend, and he would not break his promise.

It would be difficult to find anyone more polite than him in D Zone, but his politeness was obviously misplaced.

When the inspection team members had a sneer on their faces and placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder, no one realized what was to come next.

In fact, even the restaurant owner did not see the complete process clearly.

For a moment, it was as if time in the entire world took a large leap backward, and when he came to himself, the laughter was no longer audible.

The inspection team members were gone, replaced by the ink-like "stains" blooming on the walls.

The three missing inspection teams were all here.

Besides fear, he had just now persuaded them to leave for their own good, or else they would become the ink used to adorn the walls like the previous three waves of inspection teams.

The restaurant owner picked up the powerful cleaning agent and wiped the walls with a cloth in the method taught by Song Lan.

The ink gradually faded, and the last traces left by the Consciousness Entity were slowly vanishing.

He still had much work to do.

To clean up the kitchen; as a chef, one must always ensure a clean food production line, this was the philosophy instilled in him by the young man.

At this moment, Devin Hona, who was completely unaware of everything, finally showed a smile.

The pallid cheeks gradually regained some color.

She picked up a juicy piece of beef with her fork and blew on it gently.

It seems she was overthinking it.

Isn’t the restaurant’s owner doing just fine?

"Sorry, I misunderstood you just now."

Before enjoying her meal, she sincerely apologized to Song Lan, "I almost mistook you for a serial killer."

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