"The old man's wife?"
Denji sounded distinctly uninterested. "She must be fifty, right?"
"Fifty? He's a Yakuza boss, you know. His wife's only thirty."
"Thirty? That's almost twice my age. I only like cute girls." Denji still couldn't muster any interest.
"But my eye..." Denji felt that his field of vision had widened considerably and touched his fully healed eye.
"Not just your eye. Your kidney and your ball are back too."
"Seriously?" Denji could hardly believe it.
Rather than coming back from the dead, he felt as though he'd been reborn from the ashes.
Even the organs he'd sold had grown back.
He immediately pulled his waistband open to investigate, but Meng Fan stopped him. "No need to check. I already looked."
"You pervert!!!"
"Hey, I'm your doctor. Of course I know your body. You make it sound like anyone actually wanted to look."
"What are you two talking about?"
Just then, a woman in a sexy, revealing outfit stepped out.
The moment she appeared, Denji had a powerful physical reaction.
He'd just claimed he wasn't interested, and now he deeply regretted those words.
Sure enough, cuteness was nothing compared to sex appeal.
"We were just saying Denji's got an extra ball."
"An extra ball?" The woman glanced at Denji, who was clutching his crotch, and immediately understood. "Meaning he's got three balls now? One more burden to carry."
"What do you mean, three!!"
"All right, I don't want to talk about this anymore. You said my husband sent you to protect me, but why haven't I seen either of you before?" The woman dropped the question of exactly how many balls Denji had and turned to Meng Fan.
Meng Fan's pretty face drew her closer.
Her lips tilted up slightly, as though hinting, Don't talk. Kiss me.
"Keep your mouth away from me. Did you forget to brush your teeth?" Meng Fan bluntly took a step back.
"Ahem!" At a loss for words, the woman feigned a cough and swallowed her embarrassment. "Just tell me who you are."
"You don't recognize us because we're civilian Devil Hunters your husband hired."
"Devil Hunters?"
"That's right. Your husband's gotten himself into trouble lately. He crossed the Zombie Devil, and he sent us to be your personal bodyguards because he was worried something might happen to you."
"The Zombie Devil!" The woman's expression froze. She seemed to have heard of him.
Her trust in them immediately soared.
"But I just called him. Why isn't he picking up?"
"Maybe his phone service got cut off. Or maybe he's on a date with another woman and can't answer."
"Impossible!! His body can't handle that. He wouldn't go looking for another woman."
Meng Fan gave the woman's figure a knowing look, then nodded just as knowingly. "Then maybe the Zombie Devil's already killed him."
"Even better if he's dead. Then I can take his money and find another man."
With that, the woman kept her lips closed and cast a deliberate glance at Meng Fan.
"Just what I'd expect from a Yakuza boss's woman. Even the way you talk is different."
Bang!!
Just then, someone suddenly slammed through the courtyard gate.
A man stumbled inside, one hand braced against his waist as he ran, panting heavily and shouting, "Nanako!"
"Nanako?"
"My name's Nanako."
"Just what I'd expect from a Yakuza boss's woman. Even your name grabs attention. It'd be even better with one less character."
"Come outside with me." Nanako took Meng Fan's hand and headed out.
"Nanako, something terrible's happened." The man strode toward them.
But the moment he came face-to-face with the two of them, he froze.
"Oh, it's you," Meng Fan said first.
"You know each other?"
"Of course. He paid five hundred thousand for my car."
"Dev-"
"What?" Before the car buyer could finish, Meng Fan quickly stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
The car buyer shuddered in fright, his knees buckling until he sank halfway down.
"Why... are you here?"
"None of your business. First, tell us why you're in such a panic."
"Nanako, the boss is dead."
"He really died?" Nanako looked mildly surprised. "Who killed him?"
"I don't know, but judging by the horrible state of his body, it must've been a devil. But there's something even worse." The car buyer took a ragged breath and continued, "A bunch of zombies are eating the boss's body and the bodies of his men right now."
"Zombies are eating the bodies? Then the Zombie Devil must've killed them." Meng Fan pinned the blame straight on the Zombie Devil.
Neither of them objected.
Both thought Meng Fan's reasoning made perfect sense.
"I knew we shouldn't have worked with a devil. Now look-the boss has been eaten by zombies."
"What about you? You went past that crowd of zombies, and none of them caught you?" Meng Fan suddenly asked.
"I was far away. The moment they spotted me, I ran."
The car buyer was pale and kept wiping sweat from his forehead.
"You weren't bitten?"
"N-no. I'm fine."
"Then why are you nervous?" Meng Fan rolled up the sleeve the car buyer had been instinctively keeping covered, revealing a small row of bloody tooth marks on his arm. "So you were bitten."
He then left him there and shouted into the house, "Denji, stop studying your balls. Get out here and get to work."
"What work?"
"Practice on a zombie first."
"A zombie?" Denji came to the doorway, looking confused.
"He's standing right there."
Meng Fan pointed at the car buyer, who frantically protested with an innocent look. "No, I'm not a zombie! I only got bitten once. How could I be a zombie?"
"Yeah, he doesn't look like a zombie to me." Denji had no desire to kill him. He wouldn't hesitate to kill a devil, but killing a human might be beyond him.
Thud!!
As they spoke, the car buyer suddenly dropped to his knees.
"Don't kneel. I won't kill you." Denji hurried over.
But as he approached, the car buyer's face suddenly twisted into a savage grimace.
He sprang up and lunged at Denji.
Caught off guard, Denji hastily raised both hands to block him.
But the foul breath hitting his face made Denji frown.
He kicked the car buyer back several steps.
Now a zombie, the car buyer felt no pain and lunged at him again.
"Help!!"
Denji had never killed a zombie before.
He turned and ran toward Meng Fan.
Meng Fan sneered, then pulled Nanako into the room and shut the door.
"Hey!! Open up!"
Bang, bang, bang!!
"If you can't even beat one zombie, don't tell anyone I'm your master."
"At least give me a weapon."
"Your weapon's in the pull cord on your chest."
"The pull cord on my chest?"
Before he could figure out what that meant,
the car buyer lunged at Denji again.
This time, he knocked Denji straight to the ground.
His mouth snapped wildly at Denji's neck.
"Damn it, he's strong."
Denji held the car buyer's head back with one hand.
His other hand quickly fumbled toward his chest.
He yanked the cord hard.
Vrrrr!!!
The scalp-tingling roar of a chainsaw rang out.
A chainsaw burst from Denji's forehead, spraying blood.
Both his arms were armed with chainsaws as well.
In an instant, Denji hacked the car buyer to pieces.
Staring at his two sharp chainsaw hands, Denji was both delighted and surprised.
But that delight soon turned to terror.
Because just then, a huge swarm of zombies suddenly poured into the courtyard.
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