The Demon's Menu-Chapter 766: A Properly Settled Xilin

Chapter 766 -16 A Properly Settled Xilin

The dense gunfire burst inches from the muzzle, almost lighting up the pitch-black sewer.

Ding-ding-dang-dang!

After the golden-orange bullet casings popped out, they clattered onto the ground non-stop.

The sweeping gunfire lasted a full 30 seconds.

Only after each gun had fired all its bullets did the shooting finally cease.

"Stop!”

...

The lead bodyguard raised his hand and then walked to the edge of the ‘sewer river.’ By now, the remaining ambush bodyguards of Billder and Roslor from the ‘Send Family’ had already set up portable light sources.

Five searchlights were turned on, and the bright lights made the area as clear as day.

A team of six bodyguards in diving suits even jumped directly into the sewer river.

But soon, the divers resurfaced one by one, signaling their leader with a gesture meaning ‘nothing there.’

At the same time, a torn ‘fishing net,’ a trap previously prepared, was pulled to the shore by the bodyguards.

It was originally meant to be a precautionary measure.

"Damn it.”

Seeing the huge gash in the ‘fishing net,’ the lead bodyguard’s expression turned ugly.

He didn’t know how Billder had escaped again.

The same had happened the last three times.

Despite being well-prepared, Billder always slipped through their fingers.

Especially considering Billder’s capabilities, as a ‘Send Family’ bodyguard, he knew all too well the security consultant’s skills. While Billder was certainly exceptional, he wouldn’t be able to kill an entire six-person squad with his bare hands.

Hiding?

Ulterior motives?

The guard’s mind couldn’t help but wander as he stared at the torn net.

However, none of this was his concern anymore.

He had more important things to do.

Having to report to the old butler.

And this, was destined to be no easy task.

He had already failed four times in a row.

The old butler’s temper was not so kind.

Realizing this, the leader couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

About running away?

He had never even considered it.

Those who chose to flee didn’t truly grasp the horror of the ‘Send Family.’

Under the terrifying influence of the ‘Send Family,’ one could never escape.

Just like the guy who once protected Send’s ninth son.

He now regretted being alive.

To run would be to make death a luxury.

To not run leaves a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps he might lose part of his body, but the leader knew very well that being disabled was better than a living death.

Climbing out of the sewer.

Awaiting him were ‘Send Family’ assistants who immediately disinfected the leader.

The alcohol spray seemed as if it cost nothing, baptizing the man thoroughly.

Then there was the perfume.

Only after ensuring there was no odd smell on the leader did the two assistants step aside.

Of course, the shoes right in front of him were a must to change.

The leader modestly smiled at the two assistants, changed his shoes, and got into the car parked by the roadside.

From the outside, the black car simply seemed a bit longer and slightly more robust.

Otherwise, it appeared very ordinary.

But inside, it was pure luxury.

Spacious leather seats.

Cherry wood flooring.

The armrests at hand were made from polished deer antlers.

The leader did not dare rest his hands upon them and, bending slightly, sat very restrained on the seat opposite, facing an old man whose hair was already white and whose face, far from any kindness, was marked with cold harshness.

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"Another failure?”

Xilin asked.

"Sorry, Your Excellency.”

"It was my mistake.”

Upon hearing the old butler’s question, the restrained leader immediately knelt down, begging for the elderly man’s forgiveness.

There were no excuses, no deflection of blame.

He was familiar with the old butler’s habits.

Decisively, he took all the blame upon himself.

Or rather, it was his fault after all.

"Waste!”

The old butler said coldly.

The leader’s head sank even lower.

He began to imagine what sort of punishment he might face.

But then—

"Get out of the car.”

The old butler stated.

The leader was taken aback, then he lifted his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

No punishment?

No!

There was no way there wouldn’t be any punishment!

Could it be…?

As a thought crossed his mind, the leader’s eyes filled with terror and his body began to tremble.

"Your, Your Excellency, please, spare my life.”

The stuttering leader pleaded.

But what he received was an even colder response from the old butler.

"Get out of the car.”

Although the leader wanted to say something more, or even to simply beg for mercy on his knees, upon seeing the old butler’s eyes, always so cold, he knew his fate was sealed.

Trembling, he pushed open the car door.

The leader stepped out of the car.

The old butler didn’t even look as he threw a lighter onto the leader.

The leader, drenched in alcohol, instantly caught fire.

"Aaaahhh!”

An uncontainable scream of agony rose.

The flames danced upon the leader’s body.

And the remaining alcohol on the ground ignited as well.

The fire shot up in an instant.

In that moment, only the crackling of the flames remained.

The screams were muffled.

But the leader, ablaze with flames, continued to wildly thrash.

Xilin watched this ‘dance’ with pleasure.

A hint of a smile finally appeared on his always cold features.

To most people, it was a sight of horror; to him, it was a fine ‘dance’ that soothed his mind and eased his emotions.