The Demon's Menu-Chapter 843: I Predicted Your Prediction

My name is Pers, and I’m the middle son from a common family in the remote countryside.

Unlike my older brother, who received a lot of attention, and my younger brother, who was showered with love, as the middle child, I found myself in an awkward position.

I wore the clothes my brother cast off, used his hand-me-down stationery, and even my bed had been slept in by him before.

As for my younger brother?

By the time I was done with things, they were nearly worn out, so he got new ones.

I had no complaints.

At least my parents were loving towards each other, and they didn’t abuse me or demand too much. They did their best with what they had.

So, I was grateful.

Of course, I still sought change.

Maybe it was what young people called a dream.

I believed I deserved a better life.

And to see those things I’d heard about.

I longed to see them for myself.

So, I studied hard to get away from my rural home as much as possible.

After putting in several times more effort than the average person, I finally made it to the big city, reaching the same starting line that city kids were born into.

The experience was unpleasant, but the result was joyful.

I was happy.

Maybe when people are happy, when they smile, luck comes their way.

I was no exception.

A job interview I had no hope for somehow saw me through.

Although it wasn’t the position I desired, I wasn’t thinking much about that at the time.

I became a ‘contact.’

I had my own ‘apartment,’ a decent salary, and lengthy vacations. Except for not being allowed to keep a cat, everything was beautiful.

At least it was before I met that special ‘Brutalizer.’

Jason.

This man shattered my understanding of ‘Brutalizers.’

Before then, I always thought ‘Brutalizers’ were terrifying.

But after meeting Jason, I realized the ‘Brutalizers’ I had seen before were just kindergarten level.

In my hometown’s slang: they weren’t worth a bean.

Strong! Calm!

And strangely frightening!

Especially the latter, every time I saw Jason wearing that mask, I would feel panic from the bottom of my heart.

It was like walking alone at night and suddenly hearing a noise behind me.

But for a hefty paycheck, I could endure it.

It’s just…

Why has it turned out this way!

Murder!

Riot!

Conspiracy!

All these things came one after another!

I knew I couldn’t stay any longer.

I had to run!

Even though that Mr. Losa 11 was a nice man and even promoted me, I could see he was living on borrowed time.

More than one heir to the ‘Hundred Major Families’ had already died.

What’s one more?

Everything is like Pandora’s box.

Once opened, it can’t be closed again.

Therefore, I decided to leave.

Although it may seem disloyal, and I feel sorry for young Master Losa 11, I don’t want to die without knowing why.

I’m thankful that Billder and Roslor felt the same way.

They were much closer to young Master Losa 11.

After all, it was a life-saving grace.

This made me feel a lot better, and the guilt lessened.

We embarked on our journey to leave together.

But just moments ago, they told me they were willing to act as bait, all in return for a favor.

Why didn’t you say so sooner!

I seriously wanted to leave!

Mr. Losa 11 didn’t save my life!

I want to return to the countryside and spend my days raising a cat!

And my little Xin!

How could it survive without me?

After uttering ‘Of course,’ Pers’s life seemed to flash before his eyes like a kaleidoscope, reviewing his past.

Before meeting Jason, it was quite mundane; he was just an ordinary person.

Maybe just luckier than most.

After meeting Jason?

Emmmm…

Dramatic?

Not quite.

Every time their eyes met, Jason’s calm gaze had clearly conveyed to him what became routine.

So, he couldn’t call it dramatic.

It was more like constant terror.

For him, it was fitting.

If there was a lesson to be learned?

It was to never ‘put on a tough front and suffer.’

If given a chance to do it over?

He would have stayed in the countryside, going nowhere.

And now?

He watched as two cars rapidly approached them, holding back tears.

These two cars had been following them ever since Mr. Losa 11 declared war on the ‘Hundred Major Families.’

Though he didn’t know which family they belonged to, he was well aware of their purpose.

Having followed them for so long, were they finally unable to restrain themselves from taking action?

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Is it too late to surrender now?

Pers wondered frantically in his mind.

One of those cars had already caught up to the rear of the vehicle he was in.

Bang!

Following a solid impact, Pers’s head hit the desk and chairs in front of him.

Instantly, he felt dizzy.

But even so, this ‘contact’ saw the other car overtake theirs.

Pincer attack!

Without a doubt, they wanted to force them to a stop.

Then rely on their numerical advantage to completely subdue them.

Fighting the dizziness, Pers reached for his gun.

At this point, giving up without a fight was not an option.

The ‘contact’ was ready to take a stand.

Then—

Bang!

He hit the front seat again, followed by several more relentless collisions.

This time, he was utterly disoriented.

Braking?

Why did Billder start braking?