Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 1088 - 66: Board the Ship!

Squeak!

The car came to a steady stop at what appeared to be an abandoned dock.

A man in a black suit wearing a white mask walked over, bent down, and directly opened the car door.

"Welcome, Master Haru."

The man wearing a completely white, unadorned mask that only revealed a pair of curved eyes spoke respectfully.

Because the mask had no mouth, his respectful voice carried a strange buzzing sound.

Hanakaiin Haru, with a gloomy face, stepped out of the car, completely ignoring the other person.

This young member of the Hanakaiin Family was once again infuriated.

Despite repeatedly telling himself to stay calm and not let anger cloud his judgment.

But the other party was simply too shameless!

They had changed the rules for the wildcard game once again.

And it was a killing blow of a change.

One hour of time.

If victory is not achieved within one hour, a bomb will detonate.

The location is set on a ship.

This, truly, is a killing blow!

Hanakaiin Haru was very confident in his own abilities, as well as Jason’s, but he wasn’t so blind as to think that he and Jason could take down 200 opponents within 1 hour.

If they were regular people, he had no doubt.

But among these 200 people were quite a few well-known figures in ’Inside World’.

’Inside World’ was a very realistic place.

There, fame equates to strength.

Perhaps none of these individuals could match him or Jason individually, but what about if they teamed up?

And their union was destined!

After all, from start to finish, this was a game devised against him.

These guys would team up.

They would work together against him and his teammate.

If they fought head-on, his team was no match at all.

And buying time?

That bomb was clearly prepared for such a scenario.

"Damn it!"

Hanakaiin Haru gritted his teeth, his voice popping out between them.

The man in the black suit with the white mask heard such a sound, but acted as though he didn’t.

As the guide for this wildcard game, he knew exactly what he was supposed to do.

"Please follow me."

With that, the man in the suit bowed once again.

Impeccable etiquette was the surefire choice to avoid harm.

This guide certainly did not wish to become the target of someone’s displaced anger.

He had only just found out about the rule change for the ’Group Stage (Wildcard)’ himself.

Almost the instant he learned of it, the guide sensed a conspiracy.

If it hadn’t been firmly stipulated earlier that guides could not be changed on the fly, he would have left immediately. freewёbnoνel.com

Unfortunately, there was no way for him to make a last-minute switch.

Everything about ’The King of Fighters Tournament’ had already been decided three months ago.

Including every single guide.

At this point, if he suddenly had ’something come up’, then he truly would ’have something come up’.

To gamble on chance?

He certainly understood the principle that trying his luck could lead to his demise.

So, at this time, he could only hope that Hanakaiin Haru was a ’good-tempered’ person.

At the same time, to increase the chances of Hanakaiin Haru having a ’good temper’, he behaved even more humbly.

He walked as silently as possible.

He spoke as softly as possible.

Moreover, from beginning to end, he kept his waist bent.

Perhaps the guide’s behavior had an effect; though Hanakaiin Haru remained quite angry throughout, by the time they reached the players’ ’rest room,’ he hadn’t shown any signs of excessive behavior.

"This is the place."

"It’s a temporary setup and not very accommodating, please forgive us."

Standing in front of a motorhome, the guide bowed to a 90 degree angle before speaking.

"Temporary?"

"Huh."

Hanakaiin Haru snorted coldly.

The guide felt his heart skip a beat.

He wished he could slap himself.

Why mention ’temporary’? Wasn’t he just making things difficult for himself?

Thankfully, Hanakaiin Haru only let out a cold snort and did not proceed further.

Watching Hanakaiin Haru walk into the motorhome, the guide heaved a long sigh of relief, bowed to Jason and Miss Sagaraso, and then took his leave.

Not by turning and walking away.

But by retreating step by step, a full 10 meters, before finally turning around.

Jason glanced at the man then turned and boarded the motorhome.

In Jason’s eyes, a flash of delight passed by.

On that black-suited man, there was a faint scent of ’food.’

Not originating from the man himself, but rather something he had picked up.

More importantly, these scents were very fresh.

The man was undoubtedly a guide or similar figure for this ’Group Stage (Wildcard)’.

Hence, the answer was obvious.

There were at least eleven participants in this ’Group Stage (Wildcard)’ who were carrying ’food.’

’Food’ represents satiety.

For Jason, the more satiety, the better.

Especially if he can also get a taste of ’food.’

This is just great!

Of course, some things still needed confirmation.

"Wow!"

Just as Jason boarded the motorhome, Miss Sagaraso let out a cheer.

Followed by even louder exclamations.

"This is just too luxurious!"

Miss Sagaraso looked at the independent dining table and six chairs in front of her, she touched the floral tablecloth, then the vase and fruit on the table, and then directly opened the double-door fridge to one side.

It was fully stocked inside.

All sorts of food.

There was raw meat, as well as ready-made meals.

The open-plan kitchen beside it reminded Miss Sagaraso of those in upscale apartments.

What surprised Miss Sagaraso the most was that the motorhome actually had three bedrooms!