The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 758: Chapter 12 Is that it?_2

The old Butler’s cold face showed a touch of surprise.

Then came anger!

A kind of anger from losing control.

A kind of anger from being offended.

Both combined, the old Butler directly said.

"Have the Family Guard clean him up.”

...

The old Butler said coldly.

The assistant immediately dialed another number.

Listening to the communication between the assistant and the Family Guard, the old Butler adjusted his sitting posture, not leaning into the soft sofa but sitting upright.

Some habits were already branded deep in the soul of the old Butler.

They wouldn’t change because of the environment’s change.

Including daily habits, as well as…

Habits in handling affairs.

"Someone else wants to reach out to the ‘Send Family,’ huh?”

"Is it the ‘Delong Family’ or the ‘Xise’ family?”

"Or perhaps those rats from the gutters?”

"Nevertheless, no matter who!”

"The hand you extend will be chopped off, and then you will pay the price!”

"A heavy price!”

The old Butler’s face showed a cold smirk after he went through the enemies and potential enemies of the family in Sector F.

He was mocking these people for their hubris.

The ‘Send Family’s’ strength in Sector F was not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Even in the ‘game,’ they held absolute control.

"Let’s start this time with Jason’s death.”

The old Butler said softly.

…

Click.

The chains and the door of the cage opened almost simultaneously.

Jason rubbed his wrists and stood up with the Broad Blade Cleaver in hand.

He was the last one to ‘leave.’

The ‘survivors’ had left 3 hours ago.

And the last of the ‘Brutalizers’ left 5 minutes ago, the first more than 20 minutes ago.

Clearly, he made too strong an impression on the ‘game organizers’ during the preliminary round.

They did not want to see another ‘one shoots three’ situation.

Of course, the effort of the ‘audience’ is also a factor.

But compared to the former, Jason was more inclined to believe that the latter was more of ‘participation for its own sake.’

Insider dealings?

Unspoken rules?

Unfairness?

Focusing on these could only make survival even more difficult.

When powerless to resist, one needed to lie low.

When capable of resistance, one could become a ‘chess player.’

If they don’t give you a chance to become a ‘chess player’?

Then topple their chessboard and smash their dog heads!

This was one of the life rules Jason learned in Nightless City.

Right after the rule ‘by any means necessary to survive.’

Both combined, the sense of satisfaction made Jason hate Nightless City even more.

And made him feel like everywhere else could be paradise.

Where people are kind, food is delicious, beds are comfortable, and there are warm baths.

The copy world in front of him?

Was no exception.

Even better, in fact,

Because food was free!

The three days of free nutritional meals might not taste like much, but they made the ever-eating Jason quite content, especially after adding 3 points of satiety.

3 points of satiety, for Jason now, wasn’t much.

But if you really thought about it, that was a life.

The most important point: free!

Nothing made Jason happier than free food.

If there was, it would definitely be the satiety the food provided.

Therefore, at this time, Jason was in a rather good mood.

Even if hunting ‘Brutalizers’ would take a bit of time.

That’s right!

Hunting ‘Brutalizers’!

Effeminate ‘Brutalizers’ would go hunting ‘survivors.’

The real ‘Brutalizers’ hunt ‘Brutalizers’!

So, from beginning to end, Jason never focused on those ‘survivors.’

No matter why those ‘survivors’ joined this ‘game,’ in some sense, they were weaklings, and Jason had no habit of swinging his knife at the weak.

Of course, the premise is, don’t provoke him.

Provoke him?

God, I’ll show you.

Step, step-step.

Jason took steps forward.

The design of this cell was not much different from that of the preliminary round; one side was the cells, and the other was sturdy walls, with the exit at the end.

At this moment, the two metal doors at the end had already been opened.

Unlike during the daytime of the preliminaries, it was night now.

Looking through the door, one could clearly see the night sky, stars, and the moon.

And as he approached the door, the beautiful night sky became clearer and clearer.

Jason continued to stride forward while looking at the starry sky.

In Jason’s live-streaming ‘audience,’ the ‘viewers’ were anxiously typing bullet comments.

"Watch your feet! Watch your feet!”

"Jason! Look at your feet!”

"Trap! Trap!”

…

Streams of bullet comments fluttered across the screen, but Jason couldn’t see them; he kept walking forward.

Click!

Suddenly, it seemed like Jason stepped on something.

A metallic clang sounded.

Two curved steel rings with serrated edges shot towards Jason’s right leg directly.

Bang!

As if he didn’t have time to dodge, Jason’s right leg was locked in the ‘beast trap.’

And that was not the end of it.

Whoosh!

A rustling sound cut through the air as a lasso flew out of the darkness. The two-meter-long lasso automatically looped back upon touching Jason, wrapping him up tightly.

"Gah gah gah, the ‘well-regarded’ Jason?”

"Just this?”

A mocking voice came out as a slightly thin man with a glaring cock’s comb haircut appeared.

Tactical boots, camouflage pants, and a vest, with tactical gloves on both hands, while the right hand held a ‘crossbow,’ and two quivers of crossbow arrows hung at one side of his tactical belt.

The man was dressed like a soldier.

But he completely lacked the unique temperament of a military man.

All that was there was a slick and vicious aura, especially the way he walked, swaying and swaggering, and even chewing gum in his mouth.

The man swaggered over to the bound Jason.

The right leg caught in the ‘beast trap,’ even if it wasn’t broken, would lose its mobility, not to mention the ‘auto-lasso’ brought by the ‘lasso’ binding.

Once trapped, not even those who proclaimed themselves to be strongmen could break free.

Therefore, the ‘Brutalizer’ was quite assured.

"Your head, I’ll take that.”

The ‘Brutalizer’ stood in front of Jason, raising the crossbow in his hands.

The tip of the crossbow arrow gleamed coldly, and the moonlight of the night shone upon it, adding to its coldness.

The excitement on the face of the gum-chewing ‘Brutalizer’ reached its peak.

In the midst of his excitement, his saliva began to flow uncontrollably, and chewing gum didn’t stop the saliva from running down from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin to the ground.

He was completely unaware, “heh heh” laughing to himself.

Fingers were ready to press the trigger.

"It’s over! It’s over!”

"Jason is doomed!”

"His leg is caught in the ‘beast trap,’ his body is bound by the ‘lasso,’ he’s definitely done for.”

"I’ve always had high hopes for Jason, how could this happen?”

"That’s the charm of the ‘game’!”

"One moment the ‘Brutalizer’ seems powerful, but he might just be taken out by a little accident, wasn’t Jason the same during the preliminaries? The current semi-finals are just a reversal of that situation.”

"The user above makes sense, but I’m all in! What should I do?”

"I’m all in too, same question, what should I do?”

"You two above, let’s go to the rooftop together!”

"At least, it won’t be lonely!”

"You above are cruel, at a time like this, shouldn’t we pray for a miracle?”

"Just pray!”

"A miracle will definitely happen!”

"Miracle?”

"Whoever believes that is a fool!”

…

At this time, the bullet comments in Jason’s live-streaming room reached a peak.

The dense bullet comments nearly blocked out Jason in the video.

And the opinions were varied.

There were objective analyses.

Some showed disbelief.

Some were there to cause trouble.

And naturally, there were prayers.

It’s just that the prayers themselves didn’t believe a miracle would happen.

Their mindset was something like, “Let’s try, what if it worked?”

And then—

A ‘miracle’ really happened.