One Thousand Six Hundred and Twenty-One Chapters Say Yo La La, 1 Smooth Sailing

The latest website: Luke hung the transparent umbrella on the hook of the doorpost, and then sat in front of the stage with his hands on his knees: "I didn't ask for advice last time, Mr. Heike's title at the high table?"

The bald chef's face turned straight: "Zero."

Luke nodded: "Fortunate to meet, Zero."

Bald Zero once again bowed his head: "Fortunately, Ye Mo."

Luke laughed: "No, please call me John."

Zero didn't mind.

People who do this line of work have many quirks.

It's not a freak who didn't call it a title and immediately killed the whole family.

He nodded: "What would you like to eat today?"

Luke: "tonkatsu ramen is good."

Zero: "Please wait."

Luke took out an old silver-shell lighter, and then a metal cigarette case. After opening it, he took out a cigarette from it: "Is it okay?"

Zero smiled: "You can do whatever you want."

If it was someone else, of course he wouldn't allow it.

But... those who have the ability always get preferential treatment.

Moreover, the chef who can make Ye Mo come back and eat ramen again, maybe he is the only one in the world.

Changed to more than a year ago, this "honor" may not be a big deal.

Because at that time, Zero did not think that he would be worse than Night Demon.

In the killer industry, killing ordinary people can be done by everyone, there is nothing to brag about.

Only by killing professionals can you truly prove your status.

The peers are the most professional professionals.

The name killer of the mutual aid association, the industry defaults to the existence of "quasi-legendary".

Sloan is one of the most mysterious of the legendary killers - he can live to seventy years old in the killer industry,

Can still suppress a lot of famous killers, which is rarer than legendary killers.

But it is such a top killer organization, the eighteenth killer and the leader Sloan were blocked by the Night Demon, all were killed overnight, and they also joined a hundred well-armed ordinary killers.

It gradually spread.

Night Demon has also changed from a "suspected" legendary killer to a "suspected" god of killers that surpasses the legendary level.

Secondly, in the past two years, superheroes and various villain monsters have appeared in front of people all over the world.

In the killer industry, it is recognized that the one who can fight against these extraordinary beings is the Night Demon.

Because everyone suspects that Night Demon is also an extraordinary existence.

Faced with such a person, what can Zero ask for?

If the other party can politely ask him "is it okay", he can only say "please feel free".

Luke threw off the lid of the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a puff, and put it on the table, letting it burn slowly.

A gust of wind was blowing from the outside, the red dots of the cigarette butts were indistinct, and a little bit of soot fell with the wind.

Cooking ramen with zero concentration.

This is the most serious he has done in years.

But even so, the ramen was served hot in less than ten minutes.

Luke flicked it casually, and the cigarette butt with only the filter on the table flew into the water beach outside the door, and the last bit of red light went out instantly.

After taking the chopsticks, he took the bowl of noodles unhurriedly.

Like eating other food, he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but he ate it in two minutes, and even drank the noodle soup completely.

Putting down the bowl, Luke nodded: "This is the best food I've ever eaten in Tokyo."

Zero's eyes showed joy: "Thank you for your praise."

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 turned solemn: "Please speak."

Luke put the handkerchief back in his trench coat pocket, and asked softly, "If you are told to never kill people on your own from now on, and concentrate on being a promising cook, would you accept it?"

Zero was silent.

He stared at the knife on the chopping board before exhaling a long breath: "I accept. However, I hope you can officially fight me once, please!"

Luke's mouth curled 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."

While speaking, he held a kitchen knife in both hands and put it on the table in front of Luke: "This is your weapon, okay?"

Luke's eyes fell on the kitchen knife, and nodded after a while: "Yes."

Zero stretched out his left hand to signal: "Please."

Luke raised his eyes: "You go first! Otherwise you won't have a chance to pick up that knife."

Zero's right hand moved slightly, and next to it was the knife he used to cut the fish.

Compared with the kitchen knife with a total length of 25 cm in front of Luke, this knife looks old and old, and the total length is only about 15 cm.

Using human body size as an analogy, Luke's is an adult model, while the zero is a primary school student's model.

But for a professional expert, fit 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 was instantly blurred.

The old knife that was picked up drew a gray trail that seemed to be absent under the light, and cut to Luke's neck.

The cold light flashed away.

At this time, Zero's knife was wiped from Luke's neck.

The gray blade was less than one centimeter away from the neck, but this was the limit of the zero attack range.

If he wants to go further, his movements will be deformed, the deformation will slow down the speed, and the knife that slows down has no chance to touch Luke.

Zero Choice took this near-perfect knife and continued to use it until the arm returned to his side.

He looked down, looked at the kitchen knife given to Luke on the table again, and smiled bitterly: "How much effort did you do?"

Luke tilted his head and thought: "Half."

"It's only half." Zero sighed calmly: "Thank you for your advice."

Luke nodded slightly: "Sa yo la la, Master Ling."

A smile appeared on Zero's face: "Sayo la la, John Sang."

With the sound of words, he suddenly fell on the table.

A dull red gushed from his neck and spread across the clean kitchen counter.

Luke took out the cigarette case again, lit one, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring.

He didn't smoke in this life, but he did in the previous life.

Watching the smoke ring rise, he put the cigarette on the edge of the table in front of Zero: "On Huangquan Road, it's a smooth journey!"

After speaking, he got up and picked up the transparent umbrella hanging by the doorpost, and slowly walked into the crimson rain and fog outside the door.

In the food stall, there was no sound, only a gust of watery wind blew in, blowing the cigarette in front of the bald head to flicker.

Suddenly, a slightly strong wind swept in. .

The half-lit cigarette rolled on the edge of the table, and then fell to the ground.

A foot stepped in at this moment, and instantly crushed it on the sole of the shoe, and a drunken voice sounded: "Heijia-sang, we are here again. Well, are you sleeping? Heijia-sang, ah~~~"