From dusk to the appearance of the moon, it would take another one to two hours.
Han Dong drove the car until he was one kilometer away from the school.
He came to a restaurant in the suburban town, Mr. Jed's Spaghetti.
Humans were made of iron and rice was made of steel.
Han Dong hadn't eaten for two days. Even though he had stimulated his cells to divide and devour himself, his total energy was decreasing. Since he had extra time, he quickly ate something.
"Boss, three servings of tomato beef spaghetti, two servings of fried rice with salmon roe, a whole roast chicken, and a vegetable salad … Take them all."
The only boss left in the restaurant, who had a severely receding hairline, didn't expect the three young men to eat so much. "Okay, I'm the only one working here. It might take half an hour."
"Hurry up, we're in a hurry."
Han Dong took out a bill with Benjamin Franklin printed on it.
There were many bills like this in the Mercedes-Benz.
The three of them sat down in the spacious restaurant. While waiting for the food to be prepared, Cass went to the convenience store next door to buy some necessary supplies, such as a big bucket of water, spare gasoline, and a detailed map of Maine.
"Dry Town is only one hundred kilometers away from here.
However, it's a two-hundred-kilometer detour … Plus, many of the national highways and highways to Dry Town are blocked. We might have to pass through some small rural roads.
It'll take two to three days to get to Dry Town.
If there are any unusual events or clues along the way, we'll extend the time appropriately. "
"Okay."
"Also, there's a problem with your weapon.
We'll try our best to replenish it for you through the rewards from the side missions before we get to Dry Town. "
Cass wasn't a Boxer. The destruction of the Stone Pig Sword was a bigger loss. No one would have thought that such an excellent weapon would be destroyed by the Ultimate Incubus so easily.
The boss was still preparing the food.
Ring … Ring … Ring …
The doorbell rang. Another customer had arrived.
The boss, who was sweating profusely, carried the packaged spaghetti and fried rice in his hands. Only a roast chicken that hadn't been cut was left unpacked. He signaled Han Dong and the others to wait for a while.
The customer who came in was similar to a homeless person.
The boss didn't mind. He seemed to have served many homeless people. "What would you like to eat?"
There was no response.
The customer just pointed at the cheapest vegetarian pasta on the menu and casually threw a dirty coin on the counter.
After all, it was still money. The boss put it all into the drawer.
If he could raise enough money, he would be able to bring his family to settle down in other provinces and counties after the relocation permit was obtained.
The guest dressed as a tramp didn't say a word the entire time. He chose to sit opposite of Han Dong and the others. His hoodie and a dirty cap covered his face completely.
Creak, creak, creak ~
While waiting for the meal.
A cockroach crawled out from the customer's sleeve.
Before the cockroach could crawl half a meter away, the tramp caught it between his fingers and tossed it into his mouth.
In the quiet restaurant, the sound of the cockroach's shell being crushed by teeth was exceptionally clear.
A short while later.
The boss came over with a big bag of food. Inside the bag was a roast chicken that had been cut into small pieces. The aroma of the roast chicken seeped out from the paper bag that had never been completely sealed.
Just as the boss passed by the homeless man.
Perhaps attracted by the smell, the homeless man suddenly reached out and grabbed the roast chicken … Together with the bag, he stuffed it into his mouth. Some of the roast chicken pieces that couldn't be stuffed into his mouth fell to the ground.
When the boss saw this, he first apologized to Han Dong at the next table. "I'm sorry. I'll make another one for you right away."
"It's okay … We don't want the roast chicken. We're in a hurry."
"That won't do! It'll be quick. The stove is now at the highest temperature. It can be done in ten minutes … "
The boss insisted on making another roast chicken.
He trotted back to the back kitchen and put the roast chicken back into the oven.
Holding an iron rod, he angrily returned to the restaurant. He was obviously angry because the roast chicken had been snatched by the homeless man.
He pointed the iron rod at the homeless man. "I'm already being very nice to you by letting you in for a meal … Get out of here!"
The homeless man was indifferent to the boss's scolding. He even reached out to pick up the pieces of meat that had fallen to the ground and ate with relish.
The boss, who was furious, directly picked up the iron rod in his hand and suddenly swung it at the homeless man's back.
The sound of some kind of bone being broken was heard. It seemed that the spine was broken … The boss didn't use all his strength. This level of knocking was not enough to break the spine at all.
At the same time, the piece of roast chicken that had just been eaten by the homeless man was also knocked out by the rod.
The angry homeless man suddenly tilted his head.
He took off his hood.
A terrifying face covered with cockroaches and watermelon worms was revealed. His flesh was almost completely eaten, and only a few muscle threads were left on his face.
At the same time!
The spine that was broken by the boss suddenly elongated.
The homeless man, who was originally only the height of an ordinary person, was elongated to a length of four meters … The growth area was a pure white spine and a curved, spike-shaped skeleton.
They carried countless moist insects and tried to swallow the restaurant owner alive.
The moment they approached the boss …
Zeng!
The homeless man's movements stopped.
His skull and heart were all destroyed. He dragged his spine, which was several meters long, and fell heavily to the ground. The moist worms that crawled all over his body also dispersed.
He was dead!
It was not done by Han Dong and the others.
The one who did all this was the restaurant owner who was forced to protect himself.
In addition to the initial iron rod, there was also a butcher knife in the boss's hand.
Staring at the homeless man on the ground who did not have much meat, the boss could not help but sigh.
"Sigh … There's no meat left. I can only use it to make soup."
That's right. The reason why the homeless man snatched Han Dong and the others' packed food was because the roast chicken was not the roast chicken.
That was because the 'roast chicken' in the bag was not actually chicken, but a type of meat that homeless people liked very much.
The shop itself was not an ordinary shop.
The boss then turned to look at Han Dong and the others and said helplessly,
"I originally planned to wait for you to eat and drink to your heart's content before processing you into good meat … Since you've seen my true colors in advance, I can only apologize."
At some point in time, the restaurant's door had been blocked by more than ten hanging pork. There was no way to escape.
The owner had a smile on his face as he slowly approached the three young men.
The boss had already turned more than a hundred diners into food for the restaurant.
Just as the boss was about to approach …
Han Dong tilted his head and looked at the ray of moonlight shining into the restaurant. He frowned slightly. "Boss, I said that we were in a hurry … This is not going to be easy."
"What's not easy? Don't worry, it'll be over soon. My knife skills are very good. "
Just as the boss was about to step forward …
He sensed a strange aura appear in his restaurant … It seemed to be standing behind him.
He turned around.
He suddenly swung the butcher knife in his hand.
Clang!
Due to the collision with a hard object, the blade was sent flying.
What the boss saw was a terrifying existence who was two meters tall and wearing a white leather mask.
The blade flashed.
The boss only felt that his neck was quite cool. Then, his vision fell rapidly, and his head fell to the ground alone.
The last thing he saw was a size 50 leather shoe falling from above his head … Splat!
"Thank you, bodyguard. Let's go …"
Han Dong had already slipped out of the restaurant at the first moment.
Although they did not manage to finish their meal, they verified the usefulness of bodyguards.
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