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Luke hung the transparent umbrella on the hook of the doorpost, then sat in front of the stage, putting his hands on his knees: "I didn't ask you last time, what is Mr. Heike's title at the high table?"
The bald chef¡¯s face straightened: ¡°Zero.¡±
Luke nodded: "Nice to meet you, Zero."
Bald Zero lowered his head again: "Nice to meet you, Night Demon."
Luke laughed: "No, please call me John."
Zero didn¡¯t mind.
There are many people in this industry who have quirks.
It¡¯s not like he was a freak who immediately killed his whole family without calling him a name.
He nodded: "What do you want to eat today?"
Luke: "Tonkotsu ramen is fine."
Zero: "Please wait."
Luke casually took out an old silver-shell lighter, and then a metal cigarette case. After opening it, he took out a cigarette from inside: "Is that okay?"
Ling smiled: "It's up to you."
If it were anyone else, of course he wouldn't allow it.
Butpeople with ability will always get preferential treatment.
¡°Besides, maybe he is the only chef in the world who can make Night Demon come back and eat ramen again.
If it were more than a year ago, this "honor" might not be anything.
Because at that time, Zero didn¡¯t think that he would be worse than Night Demon.
¡°In the killer profession, everyone can kill ordinary people, there is nothing to brag about.
Only by killing professionals can you truly prove your status.
? And peers are the most professional professionals.
The name killers of mutual aid associations are, by default in the industry, those who started out as "quasi-legends".
Sloan is an extremely mysterious one among the legendary killers - he can live to the age of seventy in the killer profession and still be able to suppress a lot of famous killers under his command. This is even rarer than the legendary killer.
But it was such a top-level killer organization. Eighteen killers plus leader Sloan were blocked in the lair by the Night Demon. They were all killed overnight, and they were also accompanied by hundreds of heavily armed ordinary killers.
This matter gradually spread.
Night Demon has also changed from being "suspected" to be a legendary killer to being "suspected" to be a god of killers beyond the legendary level.
Secondly, in the past two years, superheroes and various villains and monsters have appeared in front of people all over the world.
In the killer profession, it is recognized that the one who can fight these extraordinary beings is the Night Stalker.
Because, everyone suspects that Night Demon is also a supernatural being.
Facing such a person, what can Ling Neng ask for?
If the other party can politely ask him "Is it okay?", he can only say "please feel free to do so".
Luke opened the lighter cap, lit the cigarette, took a puff, then placed it on the table and let it burn slowly.
A gust of wind blew from outside, and the red dots on the cigarette butts flickered, and a little bit of ash fell with the wind.
Zero concentrates on making ramen.
This is the most serious thing he has done in several years.
But even so, the hot ramen was served in less than ten minutes.
Luke flicked it casually, and the cigarette butt with only the filter tip on the edge of the table flew into the beach outside the door, and the last red light was extinguished instantly.
He took the chopsticks and ate the bowl of noodles slowly.
Like other foods, he didn¡¯t seem to move in a hurry, but he finished it in two minutes, even the noodle soup.
Putting down the bowl, Luke nodded: "This is the best food I have ever eaten in Tokyo."
Zero's eyes showed joy: "Thank you for the compliment."
Luke took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth: "Zero, for the sake of this bowl of noodles, let me ask you one last question."
Zero¡¯s face became solemn: ¡°Please speak.¡±
Luke put the handkerchief back into his windbreaker pocket and asked softly: "If you are asked to never take the initiative to kill people from now on and concentrate on being a promising cook, will you accept it?"
Zero was silent.
He stared at the knife on the chopping board, and took a long breath before exhaling: "I accept it. However, I hope you can officially fight me once, please!"
Luke¡¯s lips curled up slightly: ¡°You will die.¡±
Zero bowed calmly: "Please give me this opportunity, please."
Luke: "Time and place."
Zero: "Now, here."
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"
Zero also laughed: "Sure."
As he spoke, he held a kitchen knife in both hands and placed it on the table in front of Luke: "This is your weapon, okay?"
Luke¡¯s eyes fell on the kitchen knife, and after a moment he nodded: ¡°Okay.¡±
Zero stretched out his left hand to signal: "Please."
Luke raised his gaze: "You go first! Otherwise you won't have the chance to pick up the knife."
Zero¡¯s right hand moved slightly, and next to it was the knife he used to cut the fish.
"Compared to the 25-centimeter-long kitchen knife in front of Luke, this knife looked old and worn, and was only about 15 centimeters in length.
Using a human body analogy, Luke¡¯s one is an adult model, while Zero¡¯s one is an elementary school student model.
But for a professional master, appropriateness and familiarity are the strongest weapons.
Zero¡¯s eyes flickered, and he whispered: ¡°Thank you.¡±
The field fell into silence, and three seconds later, his right hand became blurry.
The old knife that was grabbed pulled out a faint gray trail under the light and cut towards Luke's neck.
The cold light passed away in a flash.
At this moment, Zero¡¯s knife passed by Luke¡¯s neck.
The gray blade is less than one centimeter away from the neck, but this is the limit of the zero attack range.
If he wants to go further, his movements will deform, and the deformation will slow down the speed. The slowed down knife will have no chance of touching Luke.
Zero chose to continue using this almost perfect knife until his arm returned to his side.
He moved his eyes downward, looked at the kitchen knife given to Luke on the table again, and smiled bitterly: "How much effort did you make?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Half."
"It's only half." Ling sighed calmly: "Thank you for your advice. I'm very grateful."
Luke nodded slightly: "Say yo la la, Mr. Ling."
A smile appeared on Zero's face: "Say it, John-san."
With the sound of words, he suddenly fell on the table.
A dull red gushes out from his neck and spreads on the clean kitchen counter.
Luke took out the cigarette case again, lit one, took a puff, and blew out a smoke ring.
He doesn¡¯t smoke in this life, but he smoked in the previous life.
Watching the smoke ring rising, he put the cigarette on the edge of the table in front of Ling: "Have a nice trip to Huangquan!"
After saying that, he stood up, picked up the transparent umbrella hanging by the doorpost, and slowly walked into the crimson rain and mist outside the door.
At the food stall, there was no sound anymore, only bursts of steamy wind blowing in, making the cigarette in front of Ling's bald head flicker.
Suddenly, a slightly strong wind blew in.
The half-burned cigarette rolled on the edge of the table and then fell to the ground.
A foot stepped in at this moment, crushing it on the sole of the shoe in an instant, and a drunken voice sounded: "Heike-san, we are here again. Well, are you sleeping, Heike-san, ah~~~" (Remember Website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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