"Pochita!!"
Denji stuck his head out of the car window and shouted.
Before the car could brake.
He opened the door and jumped out.
After landing, he rolled over and over across the ground.
But he ignored the pain, got up, and sprinted toward Pochita.
"Pochita!"
Honk, honk!!
A speeding car swerved sharply to avoid Denji.
The driver's years of pent-up road rage erupted at once.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed? Don't run around in the road!"
But Denji's gaze was resolute.
All he cared about was Pochita's safety.
He didn't hear a word of the driver's abuse.
He slid up beside Pochita and crouched down. "Pochita, are you okay?"
"Mm..." Pochita let out a weak whimper.
He didn't blame Denji for failing to catch even a dog.
"Quick, bite me! Drink my blood and you'll be fine."
Denji held his hand up to Pochita's mouth.
Pochita mustered all his strength and bit down hard.
Once the blood entered his body.
The dying Pochita returned to full health.
This was what they called a devil's immortal body.
As long as they drank blood, they could fully recover, no matter how badly they were hurt.
Just then, Meng Fan parked by the roadside and hurried over with a black crossbody bag slung over his shoulder.
He wasn't worried in the slightest about Pochita getting run over.
"I came to take you out for good food, not to the hospital."
"You did that on purpose, didn't you?"
"On purpose? That's a pretty ridiculous thing to pin on me."
"Enough nonsense. Since we've stopped, let's find a restaurant nearby and eat."
Denji glanced around, initially wanting to refuse.
He wanted Meng Fan to take them back.
But he happened to notice quite a few women in sexy schoolgirl outfits by the roadside.
Suddenly, Meng Fan's suggestion sounded pretty good.
"Okay, but I get to sit with the pretty girls."
"I've got money now. I can even let you sleep with a woman on either side tonight."
"Really!!"
Denji perked up instantly at that.
"Of course. But let's talk about it after dinner."
With that, he led Denji to a fairly upscale-looking restaurant nearby.
The moment they entered, Denji looked every bit the country bumpkin.
He gaped, his expression exaggerated.
His mouth hung open without a sound, as though offering silent praise.
Classy, elegant, and luxurious.
"Hello, pets aren't allowed in here."
A waitress approached them politely.
"Have you ever seen a pet with a chainsaw sticking out of its head?"
Prompted by Meng Fan.
The waitress took a closer look at Pochita.
A moment later, surprise, panic, and confusion swept across her face.
"Ah!!" the waitress screamed.
Then she immediately covered her mouth, afraid of disturbing the customers.
"Wh-what's wrong with this dog?"
"He's not a dog. He's a devil."
"A devil!!!"
"That's right. Your restaurant only says pets aren't allowed. It doesn't say anything about devils, so stop blocking our way."
"Xiao Lan, what's wrong?"
The manager hurried over at the sound.
He was comparatively calm when he saw Pochita in Denji's arms.
"You..."
"No need to ask. We're actually Devil Hunters. This is a devil we just caught. We got hungry on the way, so we decided to grab something to eat before leaving."
"Oh, you're Devil Hunters."
The manager relaxed after the false alarm.
Clearly, he held Devil Hunters in great respect.
"Please come in, then. You can use a private room so you won't disturb the other guests."
"You know how to handle things, kid. I'll make sure you have a wet dream tonight."
Meng Fan thoroughly approved of the manager's attitude.
Then they all entered a private room.
The manager personally took their order.
"Here's our menu. See what you'd like to eat."
Denji had never attended school and couldn't read at all.
He took one look at the menu and set it on the table.
"I want a slice of toast with jam."
"Woof!!"
"One for Pochita, too."
"Bread with jam?" The manager looked a little uncomfortable.
This was the first time he'd heard a customer order jam on toast in an upscale restaurant.
"What, you don't have it?" Meng Fan asked evenly.
"Yes, yes, we do!"
"Bring the bread first so my apprentice can get something in his stomach. Once that's here, I'll tell you what else to bring."
"All right." The manager left the private room with a forced smile.
Once the manager was gone, Meng Fan suddenly turned to Denji.
"I told you we were going to spend 2.49 million tonight. What you just said was like a beggar walking into an inn with an armful of gold and insisting on ordering chicken butts."
"As far as I know, bread with jam tastes better than anything."
Denji rubbed the back of his head and chuckled.
Before long, the manager entered the private room carrying a plate of bread spread with jam.
"Wow!!"
"Pochita, look how evenly they spread the jam!"
"Woof!!"
"Have you decided what you'd like to order?"
"Not yet, but bring out the best, most expensive beef you've got first. I love beef."
"And bring ten bottles of your finest, most expensive red wine."
"Ten bottles? Can you finish all that?"
"If I can't, I'll use it to rinse my mouth and wash my feet."
The manager's smile froze at those words. He put down his pen and paper and suddenly shouted, "You're here to cause trouble, aren't you!!"
"Watch your tone."
Meng Fan casually tossed the crossbody bag beside him onto the table.
He opened it, and the bundles of cash inside left the manager dazzled.
"I'm sorry. That was my fault. I failed to recognize an important guest. I'll have the servers bring everything right away."
"I'll also arrange for dedicated servers to attend to you."
"Find two waitresses," Meng Fan said.
"No problem." Grinning, the manager left the private room again.
Soon, the food arrived along with two beautiful waitresses.
When the beautiful waitresses came in.
Denji couldn't stop his eyes from fixing on one particular spot.
The two waitresses brought the beef and a beef leg to the table, one after the other.
Then they opened the wine and poured it.
"He can't drink. Don't pour any for him."
"Yes, sir."
Once the wine was poured and the food served.
The two beautiful waitresses stood on either side.
"Don't just stand there. Join us."
"I'm sorry, sir. The restaurant doesn't allow that."
"Go ahead and sit down. I've already cleared it with your manager."
The two waitresses looked uncomfortable.
They exchanged a glance but didn't sit down.
"Sit!!" Meng Fan threw a stack of money onto the table.
At the sight of so much money.
One of the waitresses immediately sat down.
The smile on her face was no longer the standard professional one.
Instead, it was a smile filled with desire.
"Denji, want to know what it feels like to have a woman feed you?"
"Have a woman feed me!!" Denji's face instantly turned crimson, as though he'd been steamed.
He had lacked a mother's love since childhood.
And all his father had left him before dying was a mountain of debt.
So Denji, caught in the awkward stirrings of adolescence, had always yearned for women.
Even a single hug would have been enough to satisfy him.
"Uh... um..." The sudden offer to be fed left Denji too embarrassed to speak.
But deep down, he still chose to accept.
"Feed him just one bite, and all the money on the table is yours."
"Sure, no problem." The waitress was ecstatic.
Her rent was due, she needed new appliances, and she hadn't bought a single piece of clothing in months.
Those burdens of everyday life made her seize any chance to solve her problems.
She wasn't bowing to Meng Fan.
She was only bowing to life's demands.
"Just feed me a slice of bread. That's enough."
Denji didn't ask for much, only a slice of bread.
The waitress happily speared the bread with an elegant motion of her fork and brought it to Denji's mouth.
"Ah, open wide."
"Ah!!" Denji opened his mouth wide and squeezed his eyes shut, ready for the happiest moment of his life.
But just then, a scream suddenly rang out outside.
Along with the sounds of tables and chairs toppling over.
It shattered what should have been a wonderful moment in the private room.
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