Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Chapter 635: Chapter 51: It’s just inviting Jason to dinner, no rush!

Cherry City, outskirts.

In the courtyard of the safe house, John and his two companions hadn’t stopped their work because of the old general’s arrival. Under the watchful eyes of the guards, the three continued cleaning up the messy courtyard as before.

Delbon, who had previously offered to help, naturally continued with the cleanup.

However, this member of the ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ keenly sensed something different about the trio.

John went about his work with a dedicated focus, but the air about him grew colder, like a chill wind blowing from the depths of a secluded forest on a winter night, making one shiver.

Brian, who seemed to be diligent, was actually somewhat distracted. While moving the fig trees, his eyes would unconsciously sweep over the guards at the door of the safe house, and when the guards’ gazes swept over, the middle-aged father would switch to a harmless and warm smile.

But as soon as the guards looked away, a hint of menace would flicker in his eyes.

And McCaul?

His eyes were filled with vigilance.

Not only was he vigilant towards the safe house, but he was also wary of the parked helicopter, and the hand gripping the broom handle had veins bulging from it.

Tel had no doubt that John, Brian, and McCaul were resolved to fight back if the guards made any excessive moves.

He certainly didn’t want to get involved.

“Hey, guys.”

“It’s okay.”

“That old general is a good man.”

Tel started trying to lighten the oppressive atmosphere.

“Yeah, it seems so,”

Brian nodded. @@novelbin@@

“A good man?”

“Good men are the scariest.”

“Because they believe what they’re doing is for your own good, and those around them think it’s a good thing because he is a good man. As for you, the one who is most directly involved?”

“No one will ask for your opinion.”

“Or rather, no one cares about your opinion.”

“After all, you’re not them.”

McCaul let out a cold laugh, his hands resting on the shovel, his eyes gleaming with a trace of remembrance.

Without a doubt, that remembrance was anything but pleasant.

“That’s why I hate people, prefer dogs,”

John rarely spoke up.

He straightened his back, his gaze carrying a sense of age and hesitation, glanced at the outsiders, and then gestured to Brian and McCaul.

A simple gesture. He pointed at himself, Brian, and McCaul, then made a fist and raised it halfway into the air.

Immediately, Brian and McCaul nodded.

And they split up into action.

With Brian and McCaul gone, John stayed in place, and Tel, watching the departing two and then glancing at John as he continued to clean up the courtyard, couldn’t help but ask.

“What does that mean?”

“We’re all in this together, right?”

“Could you tell me?”

“Otherwise, I’ll look like a fool.”

Tel asked repeatedly.

Nobody wants to be the fool, especially since Tel, after discovering the secret of these three men, was as curious as if a hundred claws were scratching at his heart.

“Clean up,”

John said indifferently.

“?”

Tel answered with a ‘you’re kidding me’ expression, completely unaware of what had happened, but sure that it wasn’t just about cleaning.

Subconsciously, Tel wanted to ask again, but seeing John’s cold face, this member of the ‘Clock Tower’ stationed at the ‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ swallowed his words back down.

Of course, it wasn’t fear!

He just thought that cleaning was also a good thing.

Look, so many petals scattered around, isn’t it a pity?

All these petals would make the best choice for flower dew or essential oils.

He was going to use his actions to turn waste into treasure.

Immediately, Tel got into action.

And Tel hadn’t noticed that John had swept a glance over him with the corner of his eye.

Is this a ‘Mystical Side’ person?

John thought quietly to himself.

Then, comparing him with Jason and recalling the enemy Edward, he couldn’t help shaking his head.

This must be fake, right?

It must be.

A Siberian Husky often blends into the wolf pack, doesn’t it?

With this definition in mind, John no longer paid much attention to the other party, and began to finish the work at hand.

As for everything else?

He trusted that Brian and McCaul would do better.

Just as he trusted that Jason would handle the conversation well.

Inside the safe house, Jason sat in the middle of the sofa.

Opposite him was the old general, and to his left was the old instructor — the conversation only began after the old instructor entered the safe house.

Only three people were in the drawing-room.

The rest had left at the old general’s signal.

“Nice house, simple, practical,”

The old instructor praised with a smile.

It wasn’t flattery; he genuinely liked the style here. With no unnecessary decorations and the simplest of appearances, achieving the original purpose, just like in battle, when a matter could be resolved with one punch, there was no need to beat around the bush with a bunch of nonsense. In the end, if verbal persuasion couldn’t convince the other party, one would still have to rely on fists.

As for convincing the other party?

The old instructor firmly believed that fists were the best education, far superior to verbal warnings.

“John is a remarkable fellow,”

“So are Brian and McCaul.”

“Do you know how I felt when I saw all three of their files?”

“I wanted to grab my aide-de-camp and ask him why he had placed such three extraordinary guys outside of the military. And then I couldn’t help wanting to recruit them into this ‘private recruitment’.”