The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 779: Chapter 21 The Gradually Emerging Situation

Jason?!

The answer from Losa 11 made Billder and Roslor wear looks of horror.

Especially Billder, whose pupils constricted sharply.

No one knew better than Billder who Jason was.

Even now, Billder could vividly recall the indifferent, cold gaze of Jason when he saw him.

Those eyes didn’t seem like they were looking at a person.

...

But rather an object, a thing.

Not an object, a thing.

It was casual.

The casual way one’s eyes might glide over roadside grass, pebbles, or dead branches.

As if, in his eyes, people mattered even less than the ‘nutritional meal’ in his hand.

Such a feeling made Billder extremely uncomfortable, but he could only endure it in silence.

Because he understood that any wrong move would certainly mean his death.

It was like that before!

And now?

After silently considering, Billder spoke up.

"That Jason is too dangerous!”

"He’s completely different from the other ‘Brutalizers’. Just sitting there eating, I get the feeling of facing a terrifying monster—my sixth sense keeps reminding me to stay away from his food, or I’ll die.”

Billder said in a grave voice.

"But do we have any other choices now?”

"Compared to elevators 2, 3, 4, 5, this place is safer

Losa 11 was explaining, but before he could finish, the eleventh in line to the Losa Family suddenly froze.

There’s a high probability of traps in elevators 2, 3, 4, 5.

So, does that mean there are no ‘traps’ in elevator 1?

Or rather, is elevator 1 truly safe?

Would the enemy, having plotted for so long, lack a contingency plan?

Connecting Send 9’s assassination, Xilin’s suicide, and his departure from the conference room, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of Losa 11’s mouth.

As he had guessed before, the enemy was familiar with Send 9.

Similarly, the enemy was also familiar with him.

Even more familiar than he had imagined.

So, at this moment, the enemy had already arranged everything!

What they were waiting for was simply for him to step into the ‘trap’ they had prepared.

"It seems we’ve been tricked!”

Losa 11 said, looking at Billder and Roslor.

The bitter smile on his face disappeared, leaving only calmness.

His voice was extremely calm as well.

His eyes, however, were sharp.

He did not want to be involved, not just because he was unaccustomed to this kind of life, but also because he dreaded the trouble.

But when it concerned life?

He had to be serious.

"What do you mean?”

Roslor, just beginning to feel terrified at the prospect of coming into close contact with the ‘Brutalizer’, was completely unable to keep up at this moment.

Billder, on the other hand, turned to look at the elevator buttons.

The buttons for the elevator numbered thirty in total, arranged in two rows.

Currently, the one marked with the number 4 was lit.

Billder raised his hand to touch the button with the number 4.

He hoped to cancel the command to reach this floor.

But it was no use.

Not only was this button unresponsive, but all the other buttons at this moment stopped working as well, and numerous pushes from Billder had no effect.

Sweat started pouring from his forehead, and Billder instinctively looked towards Losa 11.

"What do we do?”

Since the ‘hostage’ situation began, Losa 11 had unconsciously taken the leadership role among the three.

At this moment, Losa 11 did not look at Billder or Roslor—instead, he spoke with an increasingly calm voice, “Wait.”

Wait?

Wait for what?

Wait for death?

Roslor couldn’t help but gripe internally, but seeing his life-and-death ally not saying anything, he also patiently began to wait.

Ding!

In the crisp electronic sound.

The 4th floor had arrived.

…

Pers returned to his own room.

He disregarded the USB flash drive plugged into his computer and tried to keep his gaze from resting on it.

Although Jason had told him that the flash drive contained no direct danger, Pers still felt his skin crawl, always feeling as though an unseen pair of eyes was watching him in what was originally his own room.

This feeling was downright awful.

With no other choice, Pers crouched down in front of the cat’s nest again and reached out his hand.

There was no cat in the cat’s nest.

Pers was aware.

But, he could imagine he had a cat.

Feeling the fuzzy sensation.

The next moment, in front of this ‘Contactee’, four cats seemed to suddenly appear, each with a proud but bashful face that seemed to beg for a touch.

First, the pure black Big Black.

Then, the pure white Big White.

Next, the black-and-white Cow.

Finally, his most beloved, Big Orange.

Bliss!

It filled his heart unconsciously.

His tense emotions were gradually soothed, and Pers started to remember Jason’s words, murmuring to himself just like before.

"The ‘Golden Lamb’ Galen was successfully persuaded by me.”

"But the contestant Jason… remains unmoved.”

"What should I do?”

"If I leave like this, is the success rate a bit low?”

"No!”

"I need a higher chance of success.”

"And also, money.”

"Behind a changed identity, I will definitely need a large amount of money.”

"And

Pers, squatting there, initially remembered that he was only acting as per Jason’s instructions, but as he spoke, he inadvertently became immersed in his role, starting to draw up detailed plans.

Especially when contemplating some specifics, he weighed them repeatedly.

As if he truly was going to proceed in such a manner.

And the ‘USB flash drive’ plugged into the computer recorded everything without omission.

In the end, this information was relayed to a certain place.