Bodyguard

It seems that it will take another 1 to 2 hours from dusk until the Moon appears.

Han Dong drove his vehicle to a point one kilometer away from the school.

We arrived at a restaurant still open in a small town on the outskirts of the city - Mr. Jade's Pasta.

Man is made of iron, and food is made of steel.

Han Dong, who hadn't eaten for two whole days, was constantly losing energy despite repeatedly stimulating Cell Division and self-devouring... Since he had some extra time, he quickly ate something.

"Boss, three servings of tomato beef Italy, two servings of salmon roe fried rice, a whole roasted chicken, and a vegetable salad... all to go."

The only remaining owner of the shop, whose hairline was receding significantly, never expected that the three young men would want to eat so much. "Okay, I'll be the only one working here. It might take half an hour."

"Hurry up a bit, we're in a rush."

Han Dong handed over a banknote with Benjamin Franklin's image on it.

There are many more banknotes like these in the Mercedes.

The three of them sat down in the fairly spacious restaurant. While waiting for their food to be prepared, Cas went to the convenience store next door to buy some essential supplies—a large bottle of water, spare gasoline, and a detailed map of Maine.

"The Derry Town is only 100 kilometers away from here as the crow flies."

However, it would take 200 kilometers to drive there... and many national highways and expressways leading to Derry Town are closed, so you might have to go through some country roads.

It is expected to take two to three days to travel to Derry Town.

If any unusual events or clues are discovered during the process, the time should be extended appropriately.

"Um."

"Also... there's a question about your weapons, Cas."

We'll try our best to replenish your supplies through side quest rewards before heading to Derry Town.

Cas wasn't a [Boxer], so the destruction of the Stone Pig Sword was a significant loss... No one could have imagined that such a high-quality piece of equipment would be so easily destroyed by the Ultimate Human Demon.

The owner was still preparing the food.

Ring ring ring...

The doorbell rang; another guest had arrived.

The sweating boss was carrying a package of Italy and fried rice, but there was still a roast chicken that hadn't been cut up and packed. He gestured for Han Dong and the others to wait a moment.

The person who entered was a guest who resembled a homeless person.

The owner didn't seem to mind, as if he had served many homeless people before. "What would you like to eat?"

There was no response.

The customer simply pointed to the cheapest Italy on the menu and casually tossed a wad of stained coins onto the counter.

After all, it's money, so the boss put it all into a drawer.

If we can raise enough money, we can take our family to settle in another state or county once the migration certificate is issued.

The homeless man remained silent throughout the entire encounter, choosing to sit opposite Han Dong and his group. His face was completely obscured by his hoodie and a dirty baseball cap.

Squeak squeak squeak~

While waiting for the food.

A cockroach crawled out from the guest's sleeve.

Before the cockroach could even crawl half a meter, the homeless man caught it with his fingers, tossed it into his mouth...

In the quiet restaurant, the sound of a cockroach's shell being crushed by teeth was unusually clear.

A short while later.

The owner came over carrying a large bag of food, which contained roasted chicken cut into small pieces, and the aroma wafted out from the not-yet-fully-sealed paper bag.

Just as the boss was passing by the homeless man.

Perhaps attracted by the smell, the homeless man suddenly reached out and snatched the roast chicken... along with the packaging bag, and stuffed it into his mouth. Some of the chicken pieces that he couldn't put in his mouth fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the owner first apologized to Han Dong at the next table, "I'm sorry, I'll make you another one right away."

"It's alright, it's alright... We don't need the roast chicken, we're in a hurry."

"That won't do! It'll be ready in ten minutes, the stove's at its highest temperature right now..."

The owner insisted on making a new roast chicken.

He jogged back to the Back Kitchen and put the turkey back into the oven.

Holding an iron bar, he stormed back to the restaurant, clearly Life Force because the homeless man had stolen his roast chicken.

Pointing an iron bar at the homeless man, he said, "Letting you in to eat is already being very kind to you... Get out of here now!"

The homeless man remained unmoved by the boss's angry outbursts, even reaching out to pick up pieces of meat that had fallen to the ground and eating them with relish.

Enraged, the boss grabbed an iron rod and swung it violently at the homeless man's back.

A cracking sound rang out, like a bone being broken, as if a spine had snapped... The boss hadn't used his full strength; such a blow wouldn't have broken a spine.

At the same time, a piece of roasted chicken that the homeless man had just put into his mouth was knocked out by this stick.

The angry homeless man suddenly turned his head.

Pull off the hood.

It revealed a terrifying face crawling with cockroaches and pill bugs, with almost all the flesh eaten away, leaving only a few muscle threads on the face.

at the same time!

My spine was broken by my boss and suddenly stretched.

The homeless man, who was originally only the height of an average person, was stretched to four meters in length... The growth area consisted of pure white vertebrae and curved, spike-like proliferating skeletons.

Carrying countless swarms of damp insects, it tried to devour the restaurant owner alive.

The instant I got close to the boss.

Bass!

The homeless man stopped moving.

His skull and heart were completely destroyed, and he fell heavily to the ground, dragging his several-meter-long spine. The damp swarms that had covered his body also dispersed.

Dead!

It was not done by Han Dong and his group.

The only person who did all this was a restaurant owner forced to protect himself.

In addition to the Oldest One iron rod, the boss also carried a butcher's knife for cutting meat.

Staring at the emaciated, almost fleshless body of the homeless man on the ground, the shopkeeper couldn't help but sigh:

"Sigh... there's hardly any meat left, so we can only use it to make soup."

That's right, that's why the homeless man snatched the takeout food from Han Dong and his group.

The reason is that the "roasted chicken" in the takeout bag is not actually chicken, but a type of meat that homeless people really like.

This shop is not an ordinary shop.

The boss then turned to look at Han Dong and the others, saying with a helpless expression:

"I originally planned to wait until you were full before processing you into the best meat for the upper class... Now that you've seen my true colors ahead of time, I can only apologize."

Unbeknownst to them, the restaurant's entrance had been blocked by more than a dozen hanging 'pork' figures, making escape impossible.

With a smile on his face, the boss slowly approached the three young men.

The owner has turned over a hundred diners who came to the restaurant into food.

Just as the boss was about to approach.

Han Dong turned his head to look at the sliver of moonlight streaming into the restaurant, and frowned slightly. "Boss, I told you we're in a hurry... This is going to be difficult."

"What's so difficult about it? Don't worry, it'll be over soon. My knife skills are excellent."

Just as the boss was about to step forward.

He sensed something strange appearing in his restaurant... seemingly standing right behind him.

Turn your body around.

He suddenly swung the butcher's knife in his hand.

Clang!

It was knocked away after hitting a hard object, causing the blade to chip and fly off.

What came into the boss's view was a Terrifying Existence wearing Skin Mask and standing two meters tall.

A flash of light appeared.

The boss felt a cool sensation on his neck, then his vision plummeted downwards as his head fell to the ground.

In the last second, all he saw was a single 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 immediately.

Although they didn't get to eat, the effectiveness of the bodyguards was proven.