Chapter 96 The First Contact

It was pitch black, and hungry.

The surging breath was like an explosion, rushing towards the west with a roar.

Stab, stab.

The artificial light source above the head of 'Fishbone Street' was blown to the right and left, and there were even traces of electric sparks.

In the blink of an eye, a huge monster with scarlet eyes and a bloody mouth flashed away in front of everyone's eyes.

Just for a moment.

But everyone shuddered.

The smiling waiter has a frozen face.

The dancing girls began to stiffen.

The accordion player's fingers start to stagnate.

The children who were chasing and laughing stood in place one by one, not daring to move.

their instinct is telling them

Do not move!

One move...

will be eaten!

But fear drives them and makes them run.

Opposite commands are sent from the brain.

There was a ridiculous dissonance in their bodies.

But the people around, no one can laugh.

They looked at each other, leaving only an inexplicable sense of strangeness.

Then

"Don't eat me!"

"Don't eat me!"

A figure in the 'Fishbone Street' ran towards the depths of the street, the other party burst into tears and staggered. He fell to the ground after only two steps, but immediately got up and continued to run.

But after running less than 10 meters, he was pressed to the ground by several guards.

The opponent resisted.

But there is no pattern, just an instinctive struggle.

While struggling, he continued to shout.

"Don't eat me!"

Undoubtedly, such struggles are futile.

The guards shackled the man who had dared to offend Her Majesty the Queen effortlessly.

Not brought back to Her Majesty the Queen.

Instead, according to the instructions of the commander of the guards, the other party was put into the prison.

As for after?

Everything is left to the commander.

The middle-aged man who greeted Jason and his party at the guard booth before watched his men leave with the offender.

The middle-aged man's face maintained a coldness with murderous intent.

"Those bastards."

He cursed inwardly.

He knew very well how the offender had appeared.

And this made him, who had already made the decision, no longer hesitate.

However, there is one more thing to deal with at the moment.

The man beside Her Majesty the Queen!

The guard commander looked at Jason who was standing in front of the grill, his eyes full of fear.

He never thought that a veteran could have such strength.

He felt the shudder just now.

He also felt the powerlessness and fear that followed.

As the commander of the guards, he instinctively hoped that Her Majesty the Queen would leave such a man.

It's too dangerous.

So, he went straight there.

He raised his hand and waved to the overwhelmed waiters, dancers, organists and 'children'.

Then, looking at Jason and his party with a smile, he explained:

"We are preparing for a celebration."

"It was an unsuccessful rehearsal."

"Please forgive me."

With that said, the guard commander bowed.

Immediately, the female pastry chef subconsciously returned the salute.

Immediately, the guard commander turned sideways, avoiding such a return salute.

Griffin looked at this scene, his eyes twinkling.

He could be sure that the female pastry chef was unusual.

There is no doubt that everything in front of me is for the female pastry chef.

Definitely not just for the 550,000 bounty!

Because he had already recognized who the middle-aged man in front of him was.

Dor Dodd, sheriff of Fishbone Street.

Except for a few overlords, the most powerful person on the Fishbone Street, such a person will definitely not be the one who wronged himself for the 550,000 bounty.

And who can make the other party look good, even servile?

The children of the overlords?

Not enough!

Don't say they are the children of those overlords!

Even the hegemon itself has a hard time getting the other side to do so.

But apart from these overlords, is there a higher-level existence in the 'Fishbone Street'?

impossible!

If there is a higher-level existence, why is there a fight in the 'Fishbone Street'?

Griffin guessed.

Then, after he gestured at Edward and Bency with his hands behind his back, he looked at Jason.

When everything is unclear, it is natural to unite with the outside world.

Jason is an indispensable fighting force among them. At this time, it is natural to join in... come?

Click, click.

Dipped in a lot of sauce, in the face of the roasted meat, Jason didn't have any fuss, just stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it.

In the crisp sound, Jason couldn't help laughing.

Griffin watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Are you still eating at this time?

Are you a glutton reincarnated?

Want to eat to the end of the world?

Griffin couldn't help roaring in his heart, but on the surface he took a step forward calmly, blocking the female pastry chef behind him, as did Edward and Bency.

Griffin could clearly perceive that there was something wrong with the eyes of the sheriff's 'Fishbone Street' in front of him.

Edward and Bency also found out. They raised their hands on the gun handles and lined up left and right, so that the female pastry chef was under the protection of a 'frontal complete defense'.

Dordod watched this scene, and at first it was funny in his heart.

Just because you want to act as His Majesty's defense?

But then he thought again.

Could this be what His Majesty wanted?

Thinking of this, Dordod immediately changed his mind.

"Everyone, I still have something to do, so I'll retire first."

"If something happens, you can notify the guards."

"They'll help you deal with it."

After saying that, Dordod turned around and left.

This scene made Griffin, Edward, and Bency a little puzzled.

After the three looked at each other, they looked at Jason again.

Then……

They saw Hannibal pull out more meat from the refrigerator on the side, put it on the braze, and bake it for Jason.

"Hey, hey, this is 'Fishbone Street'!"

"You're not here for a picnic!"

"Can you be more serious?"

"Give it corresponding dignity?"

Griffin couldn't help but complain.

Hannibal thought Griffin was right, so instead of roasting in batches, he took them out all at once and baked them all.

With enough ingredients and seasonings, Hannibal's cooking skills are immediately displayed vividly.

The scent made Edward and Bency involuntarily stop.

You know, their dinner is not full.

However, the two swallowed their saliva and did not go to grab it with Jason.

It's not that I don't want to.

But dare not.

There is no doubt that such waiting is tormenting.

The only good thing is that Jason ate fast enough.

Edward and Bency Jr never imagined that one day they would thank Jason for eating fast.

After the last skewer of barbecue, Jason took the handkerchief that Hannibal handed over.

"grateful."

"It was delicious."

Jason complimented.

"Happy to serve you."

Hannibal accepted the compliment, undid his apron, and made a please gesture.

Jason stepped forward.

He also remembered his target '233 Fishbone Street'.

The female pastry chef immediately caught up, inserted herself between Jason and Hannibal, and used herself to separate Jason and Hannibal.

Then, pretending to be serious and counting the street numbers.

"221, 222, 22... eh?"

Just as the female pastry chef was about to count to 223, a team of guards blocked the way.

"Sorry, half of the street is temporarily closed to the public."

The guard spoke very politely to the female pastry chef.

"why?"

The female pastry chef asked subconsciously.

"because……"

Before the guards could finish speaking, the fire came out from No. 223.

Immediately after

boom!

In the huge explosion, several figures rushed out, heading straight for Jason and his party.