The Demon's Menu

Chapter 509: ’Good Luck All The Time’ Emod

Listening to Jason’s assertive words, if one didn’t look at him wearing a hockey mask and wielding a machete at the moment, they would be quite convincing.

But when Brian stood right in front of Jason, gazing directly at his hockey-masked visage and broad-bladed machete in hand, paired with that tall, muscular figure, the middle-aged father felt that the Jason before him was no longer just an ordinary psycho or serial killer.

But rather...

A psychotic killer!

One with no specific targets, no patterns, purely killing for the sake of killing, as natural for them as eating and drinking for an ordinary person, leaving no survivors for anyone who encountered them!

Subconsciously, Brian took another step back.

The pressure from the masked Jason was too great.

He swore that among all the terrifying opponents he had encountered in his career, none had exerted as much pressure as Jason did at that moment.

"Simply depicting?"

Brian muttered involuntarily, his hand already at his lower back.

He was ready to draw his gun at any moment.

At least when Jason swung his machete at him, he’d have the ability to defend himself.

"Of course!"

"I am a realist writer!"

"As everyone knows, for a realist writer like me, wearing a mask and carrying a machete is completely reasonable. In the still of the night, I like to immerse myself into the respective roles,

So after a standard evasive maneuver, Brian leaped over the stair railing and down.

The door opened once again.

Jason stepped out, standing in the shadows and watching the receding figure of Brian, shaking his head.

With that motion, the hockey mask appeared and disappeared, emitting an indescribable ferociousness and horror.

But Jason was unaware.

He thought it was normal.

He enjoyed the sense of freedom and comfort that came with wearing the mask.

As for Brian’s rejection?

Jason didn’t take it to heart; since the other party had refused, he certainly wouldn’t insist.

After all, he was more accustomed to acting alone.

The invitation just now was merely polite and compensatory, prompted by the information Brian provided.

He, Jason, wasn’t one to take advantage of others for no good reason.

But if the other party refused, then it was not his problem.

Phew!

With that thought, Jason took a deep breath and then let it out heavily, a faint voice coming from behind the mask—

"The world is filthy again!"

The next moment, the tall, robust figure was completely hidden in the twilight’s afterglow.

...

Inside the stretched limousine, Emod sat calmly, one hand resting on the armrest of his chair, the other holding a glass of red wine.

Emod’s fingers lightly pinched the glass stem at the base of the cup, and as his wrist shook slightly, the fragrance of the wine involuntarily wafted out.

There was sweetness and a faint hint of fruitiness.