The Demon’s Menu

Chen Tong has seen an ice hockey mask.

When going north with his eldest brother the year before last, I saw some foreigners in the imperial city playing on the iced lake. At that time, the opponent was wearing a thick protective suit and such a mask.

Until now, Chen Tong did not understand the meaning of a group of people chasing a discus.

On the contrary, the courtyard in the imperial city is good.

You can listen and play, especially the private room on the second floor.

The thing about being on the second floor flashed through his mind, and Chen Tong's eyes were once again focused on the ice hockey mask.

He opened his mouth to shout.

But Jason is faster.

Squeeze the palm of the opponent's cheek hard.

Click it.

Chen Tong's neck made a crisp sound, it broke straight, and his body slipped softly to the ground.

Everything happens between electric light and flint.

By the time Peng Liang recovered, Chen Tong was already dead.

And, more importantly, Jason rushed in front of him.

Without hesitation, Peng Liang raised his hand with a punch.

The short and stout Peng Liang punched out, not to his side, he was ready to wait for Jason to dodge or parry, and then he kicked.

Don't kick or kick.

Yes, step down.

Step on the ankle.

Step on your toes.

This is a killer move in Peng Liang's martial arts, and it is also a secret move. Peng Liang will not use it until the critical moment.

After all, the reason why a trick is a trick is because it is used less and others know less.

Once you know more.

That's not a trick.

In the same way, Peng Liang, who used this trick, had a killer heart for Jason.

Chen Tong is dead.

If he doesn't give the Chen family an explanation, he can't live.

You know, the Chen family is not only Chen Tong.

There are two elder brothers Chen Yin and Chen Jin.

Compared with Chen Tong, these two are the pillars of the Chen family.

Especially that Chen Jin's methods made his scalp numb.

Therefore, to survive, Jason must win.

Thinking in the bottom of my heart, Peng Liang's fist was getting faster.

Woo!

The momentum is heavy.

In an instant, it hit Jason's chest, but beyond Peng Liang's expectation, Jason did not evade.

Peng Liang was startled.

However, without much thought, the punch continued.

His fists have worked hard, and they have been secreted.

Practice thirty-nine in winter and dormant in summer, wipe with the potion, day after day.

A full five years.

One punch is enough to break three blue bricks.

Ordinary people hit him directly, breaking the bones and breaking the tendons, hitting the key point, and killing him.

It was precisely because of this pair of iron fists that he was able to gain a foothold in Wuguan Street and to have a large group of apprentices respecting him.

Now, it is time for this pair of iron fists to do their jobs again.

Peng Liang's eyes stared.

He was already waiting for the appearance of Jason crying to the ground.

can--

boom!

Click!

There was a dull sound, and the sound of broken bones also appeared, but it was not Jason's ribs that broke, but his fists.

"Horizontal training!"

Peng Liang looked at the tall, burly body wearing a mask in horror, and he was about to run subconsciously.

Horizontal training is not scary.

The scary thing is that the person who will be trained in horizontal training.

Each one is a generation full of vitality in the true sense.

But he can't cope with this warrior who can't ‘forge bone’.

At the last moment, Peng Liang was fierce.

At this moment, the courage was lost.

Without any hesitation, Peng Liang was about to roar. He knew very well that he could only run away if he attracted the Chen family.

However, just when Peng Liang was about to speak, Jason hit him with a punch.

Woo!

The dull fist wind directly suppressed Peng Liang's cry.

Peng Liang, whose breath was unsatisfactory, was about to take a step back and shout again, but he felt a pain in his abdomen. As soon as he lowered his head, he realized that he did not know when a knife had been inserted into his lower abdomen.

As soon as the pain came, my strength was vented.

Jason grabbed his throat and squeezed hard without taking a step back.

Click it.

Peng Liang also followed in Chen Tong's footsteps.

Jason raised his hand and grabbed the tablecloth on the side, wiped the blood from the short-handled wide-blade machete, then leaned over Chen Tong and Peng Liang to search.

This is a habit formed in the "City that never sleeps".

Apart from the jade pull finger on Chen Tong, there is nothing to be concerned about.

On Peng Liang's body, a torn page was found in the lining of his shirt.

[Discover the special heritage item "Iron Fist Strength" and it is being judged...]

[Judgment to reach the master level in unarmed combat, judge passed! 】

[Whether to consume 30 satiety points and include it as an additional option? 】

...

"Extra options?"

Jason was taken aback.

He knows the extra options. [Throwing Proficiency] and [Grabbing Master] are all his extra options. He has also made plans for this before and carefully planned them, but because of time, it is not very successful.

I just didn't expect that this time there was unexpected joy.

"Is it inherited?"

Jason quickly found the reason.

The broken page is written in cowhide. It is a long time ago. It is obviously written by the person who created this martial art. The training method of'Iron Fist Jin' is written in detail on it, starting from the most basic'muscles' to'forging Both bones and skin training are available, but the part of the move is missing.

In this regard, Jason did not care at all.

For him, moves are far less important than ‘strength’.

Collect the remaining pages of ‘Tekken’.

Jason searched the room again, and soon found a box of gold in a secret area on the bedside.

It's not an ingot, it's a gold leaf.

There is no mark.

Obviously Chen Tong was reserved as an emergency.

Without being polite, he tore off the curtain on the side, rolled the golden leaf into it, and stuffed it into his arms.

The opponent is already going to kill him.

That is the enemy.

Jason will never be polite to the enemy.

Naturally, it also includes outside followers and bodyguards.

"Come in."

Jason lowered his voice and said to the outside.

Following, the bodyguard immediately opened the door and walked in.

Facing Chen Tong, they did not dare to defy.

As for the others?

The four did not think so much at all.

There were only Chen Tong and Peng Liang in the room, so it was Chen Tong who spoke.

Peng Liang?

Borrowing the courage of the other party, he didn't dare to be big in front of Chen Tong.

"Master Chen, you have..."

Following one of them opened the door and asked subconsciously. As soon as the words were spoken, they found something wrong.

The bodies of Chen Tong and Peng Liang were pulled into the back room by Jason, but there was a smell of blood, and there were blood stains on the ground.

Two following and two bodyguards immediately realized that something was wrong.

But, it's over.

The door behind them closed silently.

Jason's tall, burly body emerged from behind the door, and the short-handled broad-bladed machete in his hand swung straight out.

The light of the knife is like a meteor.

It's like a white horse training again.

The sharp blade swept across their necks when the four of them didn't react.

Puff puff puff!

The blood spurted like a fountain.

His head grinned, rolling to the ground.

Jason, who had been prepared for a long time, quickly dodged the scattered blood, bent over to search for the corpse, four purses, and a total of 21 yuan.

Jason packed everything, turned around, closed the door and walked out of the room.

He did not leave Chen Mansion, but quickly shuttled through the shadows.

Killed Chen Tong, it is not finished.

Although within a short period of time, the Chen family will not necessarily suspect him, and he is careful enough, but who knows if the Chen family has other means to track him down.

Even, will it simply be to anger, think that he is wrong, just kill him!

The Chen family is so big, the power is bound to be incomparable, and once revenge is taken, he will be alone, and he will definitely be unable to bear it.

It is better to beat the Chen family to death at once, otherwise he will have trouble sleeping and eating.

However, to Jason’s surprise, apart from some of the subordinates, the huge Chen family did not have a person in charge. There were not even some who seemed vicious. The guards at the door seemed to be the entire power of the Chen family. .

"Paper tiger?"

Jason guessed, but then shook his head.

The Chen family is so big, it will certainly not be a paper tiger.

Something must be delayed.

Although Jason didn't know what was going on, he chose to leave temporarily.

It is not abandoning the original plan.

He plans to come again in the evening.

right now?

He goes back first, ready to have lunch.

...

Put the hockey mask and the short-handled wide-blade machete.

No longer the futon before, but another hidden place.

He even put the hundred gold leaves there.

Jason was hung on the side of the house beam with a 21-dollar money bag—the money bag was his own, which was sewn by a bean bag, and a bean bag was embroidered on the black one.

It is the kind of bean buns you eat, not the bean buns themselves.

It was also Mubai's habit to hang the purse on the side of the beam.

‘Owner of the museum, put the money bag on your body, not on the beam. ’

When eating, Doubao told him this more than once.

After his body was neatly cleaned, and after confirming that there was no blood or smell, Jason opened the door and walked towards the front yard.

At this time, seven or eight disciples in the martial arts hall had come.

Dou Bao stood under the steps in the front yard, in front of all the disciples, said with a serious face.

"The Mujiaquan of the museum owner is born out of the tigerquan of pictogram."

"This boxing box looks most vigorous and fierce. It is driven by a belt, driven by energy, strong and vigorous, and pays the most attention to the foundation."

"So, after everyone first practiced all the way punches, they started fighting strength."

Doubao took a deep breath as he spoke.

"Fist!"

When the voice fell, Doubao opened the shelf and fluttered, with a fierce aura, especially the eyes seemed to be real tigers, with a clear and fierce light, as if to rush to eat.

Jason stood on the steps looking at the appearance of Doubao, and couldn't help nodding to himself.

Bean buns seem harmless to humans and animals, but they really want to fight. In this posture, one or two big guys are really not opponents.

However, the speed and strength are still a bit weak.

Is it because of girls?

Would it be better if you wear a pair of steel claws on your hands?

Wouldn't it be better if the steel claws could be poisoned?

correct.

There is lime.

Hidden a handful of lime in the sleeve, raising it when it is critical is a killer move.

Jason couldn't help thinking in his mind.

For this girl who is in charge of his daily meals and daily life, Jason has quite a good impression. Although it was just a meal, the soy milk and buns are really good.

He doesn't want to change.

Jason looked at the so-called disciples while thinking.

Suddenly, he shook his head.

Although each one is taller than the Doubao, but the fist is soft, there is no strength to say, the concentration is even less concentrated, and each of the eyes is always looking at the Doubao.

It couldn't be more obvious what it meant.

"He" was a martial idiot before. Except for a fight with Peng, Zhang, Li, and Zhao when the museum opened, the rest of the work was handed over to Doubao.

Simply put, Doubao is not only in charge of his daily life, but also in charge of everything in the martial arts gym.

And he?

Most of the time, I retreat in my room.

Doubao is a hardworking and smart girl.

This is true, beyond doubt.

But some things are always hard to avoid.

Jason stepped slowly down the steps, and he walked towards his apprentices.

The absent-minded apprentices suddenly felt their bodies sink.

When I saw the expressionless Jason, my heart trembled even more.

Especially looking at Jason's eyes, each of them seemed to be wailing before they died.

Sweat overflowed instantly.

Two of them fell directly to the ground.

Plop, plop.

The voice was loud, and everyone stopped and looked at the two apprentices who were shrouded in Jason's tall, burly figure.

"Tiger Fist is the most powerful."

"The fainthearted can't connect."

"You won't use it tomorrow."

After Jason finished speaking, he turned and left.

The two apprentices who were frightened and limp to the ground opened their mouths to say something, but in the end they looked gray and didn't say anything, they could only leave in a desperate manner.

It is no small matter to be expelled from the martial arts hall on the martial arts street.

Even if the family has no worries about food and clothing, they have to be laughed at for a while.

Even, it is possible that the status of the family has plummeted.

Seeing the back of the two, the remaining apprentices shuddered, and their minds suddenly became more concentrated than ever before.

Doubao finished his punch and looked at the hard-working apprentice with a smile, then turned and walked towards the kitchen-the martial arts hall hired two rough-handed old women, each of them three yuan a month, except Responsible for cleaning and tidying up, but also for buying vegetables, grain, sundries, etc. However, the main force of cooking is beanbags, and the two old mothers are fighting.

Lunch is rice, braised fish, ribs and scrambled eggs.

The fish is crucian carp, plump and fleshy. After adding garlic, chili and green onions, the aroma will be very delicious after braising.

The ribs are made of soup, with winter melon inside, a full bucket, the soup is bright, with spring onions and coriander.

Scrambled eggs are simply scrambled egg pancakes, five eggs and one scrambled egg pancake, and ten bean buns.

The rice is steamed in a pot, a huge iron pot that can be put in a lamb.

I lost my beanbag for breakfast, and I have to fill the owner for lunch!

With such a simple idea, the bean buns are quick to put on the table and serve.

However, after Jason sat down, Doubao whispered.

"Master, one apprentice is ten oceans a month!"

"We have only eleven apprentices now, you have driven away two, and you will lose twenty oceans a month!"

"How much less meat you have to eat!"

Doubao mumbled.

However, the corners of the mouth are upturned.

"The apprentice will have it."

Jason, who had already picked up the bowl, said vaguely.

He didn't know the price of the dungeon world right now, naturally he didn't know what to say, he could only deal with it vaguely.

However, he could see the upturned corners of Doubao's mouth.

Oh, insincere woman.

The two old mothers went home to eat at noon, as did the martial arts apprentices. They would come back at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Therefore, when eating, there were only Jason and Doubao.

There are few people, and Jason doesn't mind at all.

Even, to some extent, Jason was eager to do this.

The same goes for Doubao~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For Doubao who fled famine, the happiest time every day is the time to be with the owner.

Especially when eating.

On the dining table, Jason and Doubao were in wind.

From time to time, Doubao will also tell the surrounding things.

Jason pricked his ears while eating.

He knew too little about the dungeon world before him, and he had to understand it quickly.

However, the bean buns are very one-sided and very mixed, and they are always inadequate.

It's probably because the pork is expensive again, the fish is not fresh, or the Wang Po was sacked and maimed, and then the tea shop was also smashed.

In the end, after eating a pot of rice, Jason started talking--

"Dou Bao, has anything strange happened recently?"