The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 816: Chapter 35: Modest and Prudent Send 8_2

"Idiot!”

Send 8 thought with disdain as he continued to stride forward.

In front of him, Galen was engaged in a mix-up with four of the Send Family’s guards in front of the “Brutalizer Apartment’s” “door”.

Although he had never learned any real fighting skills, the “Golden Lamb” seemed to have outstanding innate fighting abilities, plus a strong body tempered from years of timber felling, he was still holding his own against the four guards of the Send Family.

"Send 9’s eye for talent isn’t bad,”

"He really is good material for becoming a ‘Brutalizer’.”

"Unfortunately

"Good eye for talent, just a bit stupid!”

He had absolutely no fondness for his brother, Send 8.

Just like his feelings for Xilin.

What he had was only resentment!

Resentment for these people stealing what should have been his!

"Send”!

The honor, wealth, and power that this surname brought!

It was all his!

That’s how it should have been!

The rest of them!

Should all die!

Anyone who contested for these with him, must die!

Thinking this, the look of arrogance on Send 8’s face became even thicker, and a murky heat could be seen in his eyes.

He waved his hand dismissively.

"Send a few more!”

Immediately, the number of people attacking Galen increased to eight.

When facing four of the Send Family’s guards, Galen could stand his ground, but as the number turned to eight, the situation was completely dominated at once.

Galen was cornered, receiving a barrage of punches and kicks.

"Heh.”

Send 8 chuckled and moved on.

See, this is the power that “Send” brings!

Four isn’t enough!

Then eight!

Eight not enough?

Make it sixteen!

Always, there would be a time when numbers alone could completely overwhelm any opponent.

Send 8 believed this firmly.

And he took pleasure in it.

So—

"I won’t let you pass!”

With this cry, Galen, cornered, suddenly burst forth.

The “Golden Lamb” once again stood in front of Send 8.

Blood streaming from his forehead, his face swollen, yet the “Golden Lamb” had a determined look in his eyes.

For the “Golden Lamb”, Jason and Losa 11 were inside; he wouldn’t allow anyone to enter without their consent.

It didn’t matter who it was!

All the same!

Send 8 looked at the ‘Golden’ lamb, his eyes that had been filled with chaos and heat now surged with fury.

Even his veins bulged with malice on his forehead.

He had been disturbed during his enjoyment.

He wouldn’t allow it.

This was what he despised the most.

Golden Lamb’?”

"Good.”

"Today at noon, I’ll have roasted lamb!”

Send 8 sneered before turning to the stunned guards, his words deliberate, “Of course, if I feel like eating something else, that too is possible.”

The shocked guards all shivered.

They all knew Send 8 wasn’t joking.

Something else?

There was no such thing.

Send 8 wanted to eat them.

Or the ‘Golden Lamb’!

Death or survival, was there even a choice?

The eight guards, whom the ‘Golden Lamb’ had just broken through, all charged at the ‘Golden Lamb’ with shouts, frenzied.

They didn’t want to die!

Nor did they want to be eaten!

So, they had to make sure the ‘Golden Lamb’ died!

The ‘Golden Lamb’ was once again cornered, and this time, the punches and kicks were even more intense. Even with the ‘Golden Lamb’ roaring continually, he couldn’t break through.

But Send 8 didn’t even spare them a glance.

He had already made his decision.

In addition to eating “roast lamb” at noon, there would be several “side dishes”.

For now, let them move about vigorously.

Only then would the meat quality be better.

Of course, it also made it easier to remove the acidity.

Send 8 took another step forward.

This time, finally, no one was stopping him anymore.

He walked into the ‘Brutalizer Apartment’ unhindered. He first glanced at Jason, who was eating, then turned his attention to the drunken Losa 11.

Without any hesitation, he kicked Losa 11 with the tip of his foot.

"Get up.”

"Stop pretending.”

"Such a disguise is useless against me.”

Send 8 confidently declared.

But all he got in return was the sound of Losa 11 snoring.

Loud and uninterrupted snores.

Send 8 raised an eyebrow and increased the force of his kick.

"Get up already.”

"Stop faking it.”

Unfortunately, Losa 11 continued to snore thunderously.

Anger flashed across Send 8’s face momentarily.

He felt that Losa 11 was making a fool of him and almost subconsciously raised his foot to stomp hard on Losa 11’s head, but as his foot was about to come crashing down, Send 8 suddenly stopped.

He looked at Losa 11 and laughed.

"I almost fell for your trick!”

"You’re trying to provoke me into acting, so that the Losa Family Guard still in the Game Mansion can take action, right?”

"Wrong!”

"Not just the Losa Family’s Family Guard, but also the Game Mansion’s emergency guard!”

"The latter is even more important!”

"And just what you would like to see!”

"After all, you’re currently in temporary control of the entire Zone F.”

As Send 8 spoke, his gaze at Losa 11 took on an unprecedented intensity.

A formidable enemy!

Before heading to Zone F, his investigation naturally included Losa 11, a beneficiary who had gained a lot from this ‘incident’.

In that family dossier, Send 8 could confirm that Losa 11 was a man like himself.

He masked himself with arrogance and presumption.

Losa 11?

With uselessness, with an appearance of indifference to the world.

The difference is, the other party had good luck.

Luck that made him envious to the point of hatred.

To unexpectedly make a profit out of thin air!

Of course!

That was his previous thought!

Now?

All this was part of Losa 11’s plan!

Send 8 was certain of it!

Look at this bastard’s tactics. The henchmen he’d just paid a good price for, he could ignore completely, making his probing totally ineffective, and then, he dared use himself as ‘bait’ to lure him into action.

A ruthless person!

But he underestimated Send 8 too much.

He wasn’t a fool like Send 9.

"Losa 11, I know you can hear me.”

"Do you still want to keep up this pretense?”

"After this incident, who will still believe your act?”

Send 8 sneered.

Even though Losa 11 was still snoring, it didn’t prevent Send 8 from continuing.

"Once a disguise is exposed, it’s of no use.”

"On the contrary, those who previously scorned you will only become more vigilant.”

"The more they scorned you before, the more wary they are now!”

"You don’t want to face so many enemies, do you?”

"Especially when you’re isolated and without support!”

"So

"We can cooperate!”

"We can carve out more living space in Zone F our way!”

"Even, Zone F might become our personal territory!”

"The manpower and funds I’ve accumulated over the years are enough to help you achieve this, and then, I want forty percent of it!”

As Send 8 spoke, he looked expectantly at Losa 11.

But the snoring continued.

This sight made Send 8’s eyes twitch.

What he had just said was, of course, a lie.

The manpower and funds he had amassed over the years were real, but not that plentiful, and moreover, he didn’t just want forty percent, he wanted it all!

He wanted the whole of Zone F!

As he spoke those words, he had of course considered how Losa 11 might refute them.

He had also thought about how to engage in a tug-of-war-like conversation with Losa 11.

But he had not anticipated that Losa 11 would simply ignore him.

This made Send 8 feel like punching cotton.

However, the conversation had to go on.

But just carrying on this conversation made Send 8 very uncomfortable, awkward, and uneasy.

So, Send 8 subconsciously looked over at Jason, who was completely indifferent, continuously eating.

Here, aside from Losa 11, there was only Jason left.

Since Losa 11 couldn’t be moved,

He decided to prod Jason a bit.

After all, it wouldn’t be fatal, would it?