Enforcer Manual
Chapter 964 - 884: Old Void Pan-Fried Buns Welcomes You_2

Chapter 964: Chapter 884: Old Void Pan-Fried Buns Welcomes You_2

This actually made Song Lan a bit embarrassed.

From the mouth of a Death God Crab Royal Guard, he learned that their tribe was much larger than he had imagined, nearly every desert area had its branches, and calling them the Desert Overlords was not an exaggeration.

The Sage was very interested in him because the tribe had found that after their last contact, the areas on the periphery of the Seventeenth District had seemingly awakened suddenly, with intelligence and natural power greatly enhanced, and even some Death God Crabs acquired the ability to communicate with other tribes.

Some insects that had left the Seventeenth District told them that the envoy of the Deity was located below the Seventeenth District’s junkyard, and the mutations they were experiencing were mostly the blessings of the God of Harvest.

The Horn Bug tribe had also received a similar blessing and completed their evolution; now they had become the Queen’s most capable assistants.

The Sage had committed these talks to heart, hoping to meet the God of Harvest in person.

And on this very night, the Death God Crab Royal Guards witnessed the mighty power of the God of Harvest; during their conversation with the God of Harvest, they felt their intelligence and control over natural power had increased to varying degrees.

"There’s a friend waiting for me in the Seventh District, so I can’t go meet your Sage just yet."

Dawn was about to break, and the outline of the border city gradually became visible in the distance.

"No worries, at least we’ve proven that the God of Harvest does indeed exist."

The Death God Crab Royal Guard didn’t insist, "Perhaps before long, we will send an envoy to the Seventeenth District to witness the miracle you’ve created."

"You’re welcome."

Song Lan paused for a moment, then said, "Although I can’t visit your tribe, take this back to your tribe. If the mutants cause trouble again, you might find it useful."

After all, the Death God Crab Royal Guard had gone through a lot of trouble to carry him all this way; plus, their tribe was facing threats, and Song Lan really felt bad just leaving without doing anything.

He opened his suitcase on the carapace of the Death God Crab, fumbled for a moment, and found the item that most resembled a weapon.

A black umbrella.

Never underestimate the umbrella, for at one point it had become a divine weapon in the hands of teenagers dealing with their adolescent angst.

In their school days, every umbrella had a name worthy of an unparalleled divine weapon.

"This is..."

It once again experienced the miracle of the God of Harvest up close.

The moment Song Lan gripped the black umbrella, a dark radiance enveloped it instantaneously, and unimaginable destructive energy surged within, as if it could devour all things in the world.

"’Frost Mourning +15,’ this should be enough to protect your tribe."

............

"Hey, have you heard? A tough guy showed up again yesterday!"

"Another officer from the Rebel Army?"

"Don’t know, but I guarantee it was a bigger deal than the one before. Someone saw he was escorted by a Death God Crab!"

"Could it be... ’Old Mouse’?"

When the first light of dawn shone on the border city, the locals had already begun their discussions.

An elderly gentleman among them posed what he thought was the most credible theory, "The second in command of the Esinvig Army is called ’Old Mouse,’ and by the name alone you can tell it has something to do with animals. He might just have the power to command mutant creatures!"

"The Voice of All Things?"

"Yes, that one, isn’t there a saying that if he hadn’t followed Esinvig and had struck out on his own, we might have another Rebel Army leader on our hands?"

Thanks to the reputation of "Old Mouse," the long-standing structure maintained by the Rebel Army was disrupted, Esinvig became the first wanted criminal with a bounty of over a billion, and his reputation of supposedly defeating a Six Stars rescuer head-on had earned him the title "The World’s Strongest Man."

If people are talking about you at breakfast, it means you’re truly famous.

And Mr. "Old Mouse" was just that.

Regarding the Rebel Army continuously streaming into the Seventh Neutral Country, the local people’s mood was stable, contrary to the propaganda by the United Government. In fact, the Rebel Army did not leave barren land wherever they went; instead, they seemed to have made the local crime syndicates somewhat restrain themselves, making the border city much safer recently.

After all, the crime syndicates meeting the Rebel Army was no different from gang members running into warlords.

Suddenly, people were surprised to find something different about their breakfast today.

"Stop talking about ’the rat’, he’s not going to stay here long anyway. Didn’t you notice just now? Why is today’s breakfast from this store so much tastier?"

"Eh? Now that you mention it, it does taste 131.27 times better than usual!"

...

Song Lan had no idea where this 131.27 times came from, and he glared fiercely at the store manager.

The breakfast store was named "Old Void Fry", and after a phone call, he finally managed to visit one of his old friend’s businesses in the Neutral Country.

When he first arrived at the store, Old Void Fry had not yet opened for the day. "Nothingness" proudly told him that he hadn’t gone to the Fourth District for nothing; he had learnt the essence of many snacks from the food street.

A basket of pan-fried buns came out of the oven, and under the watchful eyes of "Nothingness", full of confidence, Song Lan took a bite.

The skin was raw, tough as if chewing on plastic, and the seasoning of the filling was at a bizarre level. "Nothingness" claimed he used not synthetic ingredients but genuinely good meat; however, Song Lan really couldn’t understand how he managed to give the meat a taste of sand.

With that bite, the sensation of plastic and sand dominated his taste buds, allowing Song Lan to experience the local customs of the desert oasis.

If one were to objectively evaluate "Nothingness"’s skill, it was as if a Yeying had eaten and then cooked three dishes and a soup for you overnight.

He had come all the way to the Seventh Neutral Country to visit friends, not to suffer.

And "Nothingness" once again displayed his troublesome side.

He did not ask Song Lan to apply for a job as a chef to help manage the shop; instead, he looked forward to hearing what Song Lan thought of this improved version of the pan-fried buns.

If Song Lan did not take on the responsibilities of a chef on the spot, he would be subjected to the assault of plastic and sand for the next few days.

"Hmph, this time you just barely won."

Upon receiving feedback from the customers, "Nothingness" crossed his arms, acting as though there had just been an evenly matched contest in the store, and he had lost by a narrow margin after making only one wrong move.

But in reality, Song Lan was ready to report Old Void Fry to the border city authorities for the despicable act of wasting food.

"Oh? Is this the new chef you’ve recruited?"

The customers seemed very familiar with "Nothingness" and jokingly said, "You better not go into the kitchen anymore; just greet the guests outside."

"This guy used to work at a high-end restaurant of the United Government. I put a lot of effort to lure him here."

As these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the store suddenly quieted down.

The customers looked at each other, hesitant and holding back their words.

"Nothingness" had succeeded in making the restaurant go silent with one sentence. The customers stopped treating the Rebel Army officers as mere gossip and hurriedly finished their meals, leaving the store one after another.

Only the older customer who had initiated conversation with "Nothingness" remained. After everyone else had left, he came over and, lowering his voice, said, "Don’t go around talking about this. Make sure the Skull Gang doesn’t find out he’s from the United Government. You need to keep an eye on him."

After the customer left, Song Lan frowned, holding a frying spatula in one hand, ready to strike "Nothingness" on the forehead at any sign of disagreement, and he asked, "What’s this Skull Gang about?"

"A local gang, involved with the black market."

"Do they have a grudge against the United Government?"

"Don’t know, I’ve never dealt with them. If you hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have stayed in a place like this."

"You started this trouble; what do you suggest we do?"

"Don’t rush."

Rather than being worried, "Nothingness" seemed excited, "I’ve never been hassled by small-time hoodlums before; this is a rare experience for me!"

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