A Long-Awaited Food Tasting

That night, the moonlight, as clear as water, shone on the neat rows of roadside trees.

The dappled shadows of the trees swayed in the sea breeze, creating an illusion of a dark ocean with surging waves on the ground.

"Clang, clang, clang,..."

The chime of a grandfather clock could be heard from a house on a street in the city center.

The ten-stroke bell echoed across the wall, reminding nearby residents that it was 10 p. m.

Taking advantage of the sound of the bell, Shisui flipped and jumped into the Space Wormhole, appearing in the living room of this family the next moment.

The living room is about 40 to 50 square meters, spacious and with a floor-to-ceiling window that lets in plenty of natural light.

The windows and doors were locked, but through the half-closed curtains, one could still see the green plants and vegetables on the balcony.

He landed silently, and the Space Wormhole above him closed instantly.

Upon entering this sizable three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment, Shisui headed straight for the only source of light.

As for why he knew the structure of the house so well...

The thin mist that had spread and enveloped the building around him said it all.

The lit area is the study of this house.

At this moment, a middle-aged man is still busy organizing documents and reviewing applications in the study.

The recent balancing act between commercial cargo fleets and military supply transport has kept him, a government clerk in the Maritime Transport Bureau, extremely busy.

So, even though his wife and kids are resting, he still has to work overtime after getting home from get off work.

It just goes to show that these days even a government job isn't easy to hold onto.

There will be no extra overtime pay, and tasks must be completed on time.

If you're unlucky enough to encounter a situation like the one in Yin City, you could even lose your life.

But honestly, the basic benefits are really good.

They will be provided with an apartment in the city center and a not-so-cheap car.

Basic job performance is above average, with full social insurance and housing fund benefits, plus additional welfare benefits during holidays.

Most importantly, he reversed the requirement that the awakened one's realm must be below the Eighth Realm of the Yellow Realm, without any cultivation pressure.

If you don't take this great job, plenty of others will.

With that in mind, the middle-aged man's subordinates quickened their pace in reviewing the papers.

He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even realize he was surrounded by thick fog.

An uncontrollable drowsiness enveloped him, and the next moment, the middle-aged man's consciousness was cut off.

Shisui pushed open the door and entered the study. He saw a middle-aged man sitting blankly behind his desk with vacant eyes, and nodded in satisfaction.

The scorpion's tail emerged, injecting a large amount of toxins and Rc Cells into his body.

After a long absence, Shisui Sui began seriously creating Human Skin Puppets.

Unlike living puppets, these Human Skin Puppets are easier for him to control.

It also carries the largest number of Rc Cells in its body.

Shisui had no intention of playing any tricks on the administrative staff.

He only wanted to obtain more classified information about this place, and he didn't care at all whether the city would descend into chaos afterward.

Rather, chaos is a good thing.

He's currently lacking in Flesh Crystals.

So his plan was to directly infect and control all the administrative staff, and then dig out all the confidential documents to take a look.

Simple and straightforward, but highly efficient.

In the few seconds that his mind was racing, the concentrated venom in the scorpion's tail was injected.

Next, we need to wait a little while.

The venom and Rc Cells need to bore into the puppet's interior without damaging its skin, so it will take some time.

Since he had nothing better to do, Shisui figured that since he was going to deal with this person's family anyway, he might as well cook a couple of dishes.

After all, judging from their current level, they probably can't extract much more Flesh Crystals.

The door was pushed open, and Feather Powder floated out, directly transporting the ingredients.

"What a pity."

It's a pity we had to keep one as a puppet, otherwise we could have made a delicious dish of sliced beef and tripe in chili sauce.

Shisui walked towards the rather large kitchen, which was fully equipped with tools, including an oven and a bread machine.

However, Shisui wanted to eat home-cooked food today, so she didn't plan to make a cake.

Yes, that's right, he can also bake cakes, but he's not very good at decorating them.

Shisui didn't use the family's kitchen knife; instead, the blade appeared amidst the shifting of Koukaku's movements.

He swiftly slit the throat, drained the blood in a bowl, and then turned on the tap to clean the stove.

The blood that comes out can be steamed and eaten. Older ingredients can be chopped into pieces, blanched, and then stewed.

He plans to use half of the tender meat (half stir-fried, half deep-fried) to stir-fry with garlic sprouts and the other half to make sweet and sour pork.

Hmm? You're asking where the garlic sprouts come from?

This family probably grew it on their balcony.

The concentration of Psychic Energy in the air here is quite high, and these garlic sprouts have absorbed a lot of Psychic Energy, resulting in a vigorous growth.

It would be a waste not to use it for cooking.

Having plundered a considerable amount of vegetables through the Space Wormhole, Shisui stopped, satisfied.

Behind them, two of the Bikaku skillfully took the vegetables that would be used later and began to wash them.

The rest of the Bikaku were either cutting meat or doing odd jobs.

Having multiple Kagune is great.

Tonight, this family's kitchen is destined to be lively.

However, no sound could be heard from it anymore; even the chimes that used to tell the time fell silent.

After a while, even the Human Skin Puppet in the study had finished transforming, Shisui finally carried three dishes out of the kitchen.

After setting out the dishes, Shisui sat down at the table.

The three dishes in front of me looked and smelled delicious.

Each bite reveals that the stewed meat melts in your mouth, fragrant but not greasy;

The garlic sprouts are crisp and sweet, and when wrapped in tender meat, they make for a very appetizing dish.

The sweet and sour pork was delicious. Although it was a bit of a shame that it didn't have pineapple, the frying was done perfectly, making the pork crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Having finally been able to eat a proper meal after a long time, Shisui was in a very good mood.

Even his eyes and brows were filled with a smile, softening some of his sharp features.

The night was still long, and he could enjoy the delicious meal to the fullest.

In a street corner alley, it emerges Shisui from the shadows.

In his Kakugan, the brightly lit harbor in the distance was reflected.

"Waaaaah--!"

The ship's horn sounded, carried by the sea breeze; the last merchant ship of the night had docked.

Based on the documents I just saw in that junior clerk's study.

Because more docks need to be freed up to support the front lines, the harbor on the Jade Swallow Continent no longer accepts civilian fleets after 10 p. m.

Therefore, after midnight, all the ships coming and going are those belonging to the high- Human Race officials.

Because of this time-limited port opening measure, many Caravans that used to set sail and return at night are now frequently complaining.

After all, in the eyes of these Caravans, earning even a penny less is equivalent to losing money.

However, the military doesn't care.

They were responsible for charging into battle, and the rear had to ensure a stable supply of provisions.

This is the bottom line, and it will not be lowered because of some complaints or protests.

This shows that businessmen in Shen City, and even in the neighboring You City, are beginning to feel dissatisfied with the military.

Of course, these Caravans were somewhat aware that they still needed the military to defend against foreign invaders.

So despite their dissatisfaction, they still maintained a smiling and obedient demeanor.

Perhaps part of the reason was that these Caravans were also afraid of the military's long guns and cannons.

In summary, the current Shen City is relatively harmonious.

A hint of mockery flashed in Shisui's eyes.

However, it's only a matter of time before businessmen turn on each other and bite back.

Under the cover of night, countless Radiant Feathers, like Phantoms, wandered outside the streetlights.

A moment later, a flurry of fine feathers drifted down onto the outskirts of the harbor.

Looking up, one can see a large number of containers neatly arranged, each bearing the logo of a different Caravan or trading company.

Subtle fluctuations began to appear in the space, and scattered valuables were moved to the vicinity of a few idle patrolling soldiers in the distance.

After doing all this, Radiant Feathers hid himself and disappeared completely.

The space returned to calm.

Creating conflict doesn't require any sophisticated schemes.

As long as one party infringes upon the interests of the other party, conflicts will naturally begin to accumulate.