The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 757: Chapter 12 Is that it?

At the moment the armed bodyguard charged into the ward, Billder, who lay on the hospital bed, broke free from his restraints.

Bang, bang bang!

The specially made ‘restraint straps’ snapped one by one.

Billder rolled out of bed, grabbed the bedhead with his hand, and with a fierce heave—

Crack!

The steel frame bed, which was originally riveted to the floor and fused completely with it, yanked up a large chunk of flooring and tumbled, slamming into the bodyguard.

...

Bang!

The bodyguard, with his chest caved in by the steel frame bed and spitting blood, had a dimming gaze; it was obvious he wouldn’t survive.

Billder picked up the gun that had fallen to the floor and charged out.

The stunned assistant hadn’t even reacted when the gun was already pointed at his forehead.

"Cool it, Billder,”

"Do you know what you’re doing?”

"Put the gun away.”

After coming to his senses, the assistant being held at gunpoint scolded Billder as if it was Billder, not he, who was at the barrel’s end.

This assistant wore a calm expression with a touch of arrogance.

It wasn’t an act.

He had the confidence.

Confidence from the ‘Send Family.’

He believed Billder would make the right choice.

Even though he had just wanted to have someone ‘take out’ the other man.

Indeed, it was so.

As soon as the assistant finished speaking, he saw hesitation flicker in Billder’s eyes.

The assistant smiled.

"That’s how this world works.”

"You can only live if you kneel.”

"And to live is what matters most.”

"Billder, you should cast aside your naivety and learn to compromise with the world,” he said, as he began to reach out to take the gun from Billder’s hand.

But just then—

Bang!

The gun fired.

Flames shot from the barrel.

A bullet hole appeared in the assistant’s forehead, and the arrogance on his face began to solidify.

Thud.

The body hit the floor.

Billder, looking at the body, had an indistinct emotion welling up in his eyes.

Regret?

A bit.

This former security consultant regretted his impulsive action.

But for some reason, he now felt a surge of relief and satisfaction.

This was a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time.

Usually, he always felt like he couldn’t catch his breath.

And now?

He could feel himself breathing freely.

Subconsciously, Billder glanced down at the gun in his hand.

The feel of the gun’s handle, solid, cold.

"Freedom?” he murmured to himself, turning his head to look at the doctor who was still in shock, completely unresponsive.

"Don’t kill me!”

"I

"Thank you for saving me,” Billder interrupted the doctor’s panicked words, speaking very sincerely.

Although he had been unconscious, Billder was very aware of his surroundings.

It wasn’t any awakening of power; rather, someone had injected him with a potion after the car accident.

What potion, Billder didn’t know.

All he remembered was someone appearing before him after he was hit, and then, injecting him with a potion.

The figure was blurry.

He didn’t quite remember the person’s face.

But, he remembered the voice.

‘What heaven has given you, has already been priced.’

The voice was somewhat deep but magnetic.

Billder was certain, if he heard that voice again, he would recognize it.

As for why he lied when the Butler asked?

Wasn’t everything obvious?

Even in his unconscious state, he could still sense everything around him.

The Butler’s disregard for him.

The chief physician’s fight for his last shred of life.

He was aware of it all.

"Is this what that person wanted?”

Billder couldn’t help but think of that blurry figure.

What the person wanted, Billder didn’t know, but he knew the person had significant intentions to have acted that way.

Starting with the death of Send Family’s ninth son, everything seemed to move in an unknown direction.

An invisible net seemed to ensnare him.

The Planner, hidden in the shadows, was manipulating this net and the people upon it.

Including him, Send 9, the Butler, this doctor by his side, and… Jason.

Thinking of Jason, Billder’s expression slightly changed.

He knew well what the Butler would do, but he couldn’t change it.

Now, he…

"Roslor?”

Billder, after seeing the name on the doctor’s badge, immediately continued, “You must inform your family right now, get out of zone F as fast as possible, go to zone D or E, just don’t stay in zone F. Remember to take a private car with enough food and water, and leave via rural roads.”

"Oh, oh, I’ll call right away,” said the chief physician, finally snapping out of it and taking out his phone.

Watching Roslor make his call, Billder turned his gaze toward the corridor outside.

He could hear footsteps.

The well-trained kind.

Clearly, the Butler had sensed something was wrong.

"I can’t change the fate of many, but I must save Roslor who’s right before my eyes!”

That conviction arose in Billder’s heart.

He took a deep breath, feeling the strength inside his body he had never felt before, reveling in its power, and charged straight towards the corridor’s far end and the exit.

…

"What?”

"The bodyguard in charge of cleaning up was killed by Billder?”

"All of them?”

"The rest were taken down too?”

The Butler sat in the car while another assistant picked up the phone, cries of shock continuously erupting.