The Demon's Menu-Chapter 911: Finally on Stage (2)

Chapter 911: Chapter 73: Finally on Stage!_2

Chapter 911 -73: Finally on Stage!_2

How could he not feel envious?

Anger followed by envy.

Just like a snake that has grown two heads, it began to gnaw at Fedok 3’s rationality.

His breathing became unavoidably heavy.

Then, he raised his voice—

"Losa 11, do you not realize what you are facing?”

"It’s the ‘Hundred Major Families’!”

"It’s all of us!”

"Do you think your opposition will be effective? Do you think this ‘negotiation’ is just a ‘negotiation’?”

"This is a ‘notification’!”

"A notification, understand?”

Fedok 3’s final words were almost a roar.

The loud voice echoed throughout the entire conference room, bringing with it waves of echoes.

And after shouting out everything, Fedok 3 felt relieved.

The remaining heirs of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ felt relieved as well.

They were here to notify, after all.

Why should they fear the man before them?

Thinking of this, the heirs, who were just curled up a bit, straightened their backs one by one.

They turned their gaze toward Losa 11.

They wanted to see Losa 11’s expression at this moment.

Especially Fedok 3.

He hoped to see fear, helplessness, and a series of such expressions.

But to their disappointment, Losa 11 was still smiling.

This made them angry.

Why aren’t you afraid?

Why aren’t you helpless?

If it were them, by this time, they would have been utterly afraid and helpless, so why should you be any different?

Under such a premise, their annoyance grew even more.

Their faces became more ferocious.

Especially against the backdrop of Losa 11’s smile, it was even more so.

"The notification is your business.”

"Whether to accept it or not is my business.”

"Why be so angry?”

"Impotent?”

Losa 11 asked again.

Hera 10 was sitting next to Losa 11. At the mention of these words, her muscles tensed up as she prepared to react at any moment—her ‘intuition’ had just flared up, warning her of what was about to happen.

Everything was as her ‘intuition’ had predicted.

Including many of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ young heirs like Fedok 3, who one by one rose from their seats and charged toward Losa 11.

They wanted to teach Losa 11 a lesson.

Make Losa 11 understand what it means to accept!

Hera 10 was about to stand in front of Losa 11 immediately.

In her mind, even though Losa 11 might have excellent wits, his physical strength?

Sorry.

A weakling!

This was a very direct and objective assessment.

Look at those slender arms, lacking any muscular definition.

Look at those deep dark circles, a look of indulging in wine and women to excess.

To her, such a man could only be called a weakling, nothing else came to mind.

But since he was a friend of Jason, since he was a fellow traveler, of course, she had to save him.

The next moment, Hera 10’s battle cry was about to erupt.

But at that moment—

"Sit down, don’t move.”

Losa 11’s indifferent voice interrupted Hera 10’s battle cry.

Hera 10 looked back in surprise.

And saw Losa 11 lift his right hand, shaping his palm into a gun gesture.

What is this?!

Hera 10 was shocked.

Her mind immediately recalled another renowned figure within the Losa Family, someone who demanded reverence from her generation.

Losa 1!

Not only did Hera 10 think of this, but the others rushing forward did as well.

Fedok 3 pressed his lips together, his gloomy face wearing hesitance, yet he shouted, “He’s just bluffing and posturing. The Finger Gun belongs only to Losa 1; even Losa 2 never learned it, how could Losa 11 possibly know it?”

The words made sense.

But still, the crowd that had gathered did not move.

Everyone here was no fool; how could they be so easily provoked to charge forward?

As for those who had just stood up?

They were merely going along with the momentum to give Losa 11 a lesson.

Now?

They might as well sit back down.

Embarrassment?

Out of the question.

Most of the time, face was more important than life.

But in critical moments, life naturally took precedence over all.

Feeling the others’ propriety and imminent compromise, Fedok 3 could no longer concern himself with so much.

Could the others act as if nothing had happened?

Him?

Absolutely not.

Because he was the one who had instigated it.

If he were to back down now, sit back down after raising a storm, his reputation would plummet when he returned to his family.

Don’t even mention retaining the position of Family Head in his heart; even his current position might not be secure.

This is something he absolutely does not want to see.

So, he continues to charge forward.

"Stop putting on airs! I don’t believe you would really use the Finger Gun!”

Bang!

The loud roar, along with a simulated gunshot sound, comes to an abrupt halt.

Fedok 3 falls to the ground, rolling over.

A bullet hole in the center of his forehead, blood pouring out profusely.

Life is ebbing away from the other man.

On his stiff face, disbelief is plastered all over.

Seemingly asking, how could this be? How is this possible?

Losa 11 looks at this face and silently says sorry in his heart.

This is not what he wanted.

He hoped for peace.

He wished everything could be friendly.

But some things are destined to require intense negotiations to achieve that peace.

With an increasingly resolute heart, Losa 11 raises his head to look around.

Whoosh!

The people who had just been eager to act dispersed in an instant, each returning to their seats.

Hera 10 is still somewhat confused.

Then, she realizes.

She finally understands the solution Losa 11 had spoken of before.

The heirs of the Hundred Major Families, once captured, would surely be fully prepared.

Indeed, that was the case.

Not only with a large number of guards accompanying them just outside the conference room.

But also many warships following, just outside their main ship.

But!

They had overlooked Losa 11 himself!

This would be a key point!

Indeed, Jason’s friend is not as simple as he appears to be.

Truly worthy of Jason!

With this thought silently in her heart, Losa 11 adjusts his position, suppressing the discomfort inside, and speaks again.

"I think, now we can talk again!”

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…

In the deep crater of artillery fire.

The housing transformed from an escape pod is already deformed, but mostly intact.

In front of this deformed escape pod, ‘their’ Leader’s body is utterly mutilated.

Whether it’s shadow, water, or wind.

At this moment, all become insubstantial and dissolve.

Just a moment ago they formed a human shape.

The next moment, they disintegrate.

The only thing relatively intact is the head.

Of course, that’s just relatively.

Compared to a body that’s completely lost its human form.

Roughly a quarter of the skull is gone, leaving only one eye, half a nose, and a quivering mouth.

"Trap?”

"Did you deliberately let me find it just now?”

‘Their’ Leader asks with a trembling voice.

But Jason doesn’t answer.

As if everything has vanished in the artillery fire.

Yet ‘their’ Leader doesn’t believe it.

Jason, is the most troublesome person he has encountered in nearly a hundred years.

Powerful and cunning.

Moreover, his abilities are bizarre.

That sense of ‘immortality’ is even more bizarre than the powers he acquired through various means.

With such a premise, ‘their’ Leader does not believe that Jason would die.

So…

What have I overlooked?

The Leader of ‘them,’ with half his brain gone, is obviously slow to think.

It takes a good four to five seconds to come to a realization.

Yes!

The Leader, coming to a revelation, immediately turns to flee.

But it’s too late!

Unknown when, on the edge of the deep crater, a group of people appears.

Their clothing is diverse, but all extraordinarily opulent.

Their ages differ, but all have astonishing presences.

They stand at the edge of the crater, quietly observing below.

Despite being thousands of meters apart, their gazes firmly lock onto the Leader.

They are…

The Hundred Major Families!

No, not the proxies of the Hundred Major Families.

Nor the heirs of the Hundred Major Families.

But the ‘parents’ who truly forged the Hundred Major Families.

Suddenly, ‘their’ Leader becomes infuriated.

He roars—

"You think you have won

Boom!