"Aah!!!!!!"
"Help!!!!"
"Someone's being killed!!"
"Aah!!!"
The screams outside.
Interrupted Denji's moment of bliss.
The waitress set down the slice of bread, panic written all over her face.
As a restaurant employee, her instinct was to check what was happening.
But the moment she opened the private dining room's door and looked outside.
The sight gave her a fright.
She quickly shut the door and returned to the table.
Her voice trembled. "Outside... there's a huge mouse outside."
"And it's disgusting."
"A mouse? Is it a devil?" Denji asked.
"It looks like one."
By now, both waitresses' legs had gone weak.
Desperate to survive, they turned their eyes toward the man taking huge bites of beef.
They knew there was a Devil Hunter in the private dining room.
Of the two men, only Meng Fan looked the part of a Devil Hunter.
Seeing Meng Fan do nothing but eat.
One waitress asked quietly, "You're a Devil Hunter, right?"
"I'm not. He's the Devil Hunter."
Meng Fan spoke as he ate.
He didn't want the devil outside interrupting his lavish dinner.
"You're a Devil Hunter!!"
The waitress was surprised.
Because no matter how she looked at Denji, he looked like a kid still in high school.
"That's right. I'm a Devil Hunter."
Denji flashed a lopsided grin.
He picked up Pochita and stood.
"Can you help get rid of the devil outside?"
"Of course, but..." Denji deliberately glanced at a certain part of her body.
"As long as you save us, we'll do anything."
The two waitresses underestimated Denji's desires.
They both assumed a child wouldn't ask for anything too outrageous.
"Hell yeah!!"
Denji's fighting spirit instantly soared.
For xx, Denji would risk anything.
With that, he charged out, holding Pochita.
But he immediately ran back inside.
"Uh... that mouse outside is really big."
"It's on a completely different level from the tomato and cucumber."
"I don't think I can handle it alone."
Denji wasn't stupid.
After one look, he immediately came back for help.
But the devil outside didn't give Denji a chance.
A long, thin mouse tail swiftly wrapped around Denji and dragged him out.
"Aah!!!"
"Um, will he be all right?" Neither waitress seemed particularly confident in Denji's abilities.
"Don't worry. He's the Chainsaw Devil. He won't die. Even if he does, he'll revive as long as he drinks blood."
"I meant the little boy."
"Don't worry. He won't die either. Worst case, I'll give him a heart transplant."
Meng Fan finished the beef leg and wiped his mouth with the tablecloth. "Fill my glass."
"Yes." One waitress walked over and filled his glass.
In the time it took him to have a drink.
The commotion outside grew intense again.
Different men's voices rang out in turn.
A moment later, a bald man in uniform walked in.
"We're Independent Devil Hunters from nearby. Are you all right?"
"We're fine, we're fine. Is that huge mouse outside dead?"
"We've eliminated it."
"It's already been eliminated!!" Both waitresses pressed their hands to their chests and let out long sighs of relief.
"The manager said there was a Devil Hunter in this room?"
"He just went outside. He's only a kid."
"Oh, that kid's pretty badly hurt. You're with him, right?"
The bald man approached Meng Fan as he asked.
"That's right. That kid's my apprentice."
"Your apprentice? You're his master, and you just sat here eating instead of helping? He's only a kid. He nearly died, you know?"
The bald man stared coldly at Meng Fan.
But suddenly, he retched.
"Urgh!!"
"What's wrong?" the waitress asked worriedly.
"I... I'm fine. Maybe I ate too much earlier."
The bald man grinned to show he was all right.
"Urgh!!!"
He had only just said he was fine.
The next second, the bald man dropped to the floor and retched violently several more times.
"Hey, can you go outside if you're going to puke? Can't you see someone's eating here?"
"Urgh!!!"
His retching grew more violent.
It was as if something were crawling up his throat toward his mouth.
By now, the bald man's eyes had rolled back, and his face was completely bloodless.
He tipped his head back and strained to open his mouth wide.
Squeak!!!
A mouse crawled out of his mouth.
And not just his mouth.
Even more mice emerged from his backside and abdomen.
"Aah!!!"
The two waitresses covered their mouths and screamed in terror.
The mice that emerged from his body all scurried out of the private dining room.
The bald man lay on the floor, utterly lifeless.
Only a short while later.
The Rat Devil's cries rang out outside again.
"Aah!!!"
The restaurant, which had just quieted down, erupted into chaos again.
Clutching his arm, the manager rushed into the private dining room and shut the door.
"Help... help me."
He collapsed beside Meng Fan's seat.
"Haven't the Public Safety Devil Hunters arrived already?"
"They... they were all bitten to death by mice."
"What's wrong with you?"
"My arm..."
The manager exposed his arm for everyone to see.
His thick arm was covered in densely packed wounds of every size.
Both waitresses hurriedly turned away, not daring to look again.
They were both afraid the same thing would happen to them.
"Urgh!!"
The manager's body began to react as well.
"Manager!!"
"Don't touch him. Mice will breed inside anyone bitten by the Rat Devil."
"Breed mice!!" Both waitresses hurried away from him.
"No... please, no! Save me! I just got promoted, and I'm planning to get married this year. I don't want to die!!"
The manager grabbed Meng Fan's thigh.
But Meng Fan kicked him away.
"There's no cure," Meng Fan replied coldly.
"Urgh!!"
"Aah!!!!"
The manager suddenly screamed.
He clutched his backside with both hands, feeling something gnawing at his anus.
And the other organs around it.
"Aah!!! It hurts so much!"
"Save me!!! Just kill me!"
Watching the manager's expression of unbearable agony.
Meng Fan's knife hand had already taken shape.
Five cuts instantly appeared across the manager's neck.
The waitresses beside him were so terrified that they collapsed onto the floor.
"A devil that interrupts my meal is simply unforgivable."
Meng Fan stood.
He took a black hat from his shoulder bag.
And elegantly placed it on his head.
At that moment, his face grew hideous.
Like Freddy emerging from hell, he slowly walked out of the private dining room.
"What a stench. It's seriously ruining my appetite."
"Another devil!!!"
"Another delicious dinner."
The Rat Devil had swollen to twice his size from feasting on corpses.
He beamed at the sight of Meng Fan.
"The more I eat, the stronger I get, and the bigger I can grow. Especially devils. Eating them doubles the effect."
"Where's Denji?"
"Who's Denji? Everyone who's fought me is already in my stomach."
"Ha..."
The Rat Devil hadn't finished laughing.
But the next instant, his voice was silenced forever.
His bloated mouse head slowly split in two.
The upper half of his head fell to the floor.
Countless mice lurked inside his mangled brain.
These were all parasites living inside the Rat Devil.
At the sight of light, they scattered in every direction.
But none escaped Meng Fan's ghostly claws. Every last one died.
If even one mouse escaped, the Rat Devil could come back to life.
He finished off the Rat Devil.
Meng Fan used his blade claws to slice open the Rat Devil's belly.
Inside lay a heap of dismembered body parts and damaged heads.
For a moment, he could hardly tell them apart.
"Bzzzt!!"
Just as Meng Fan was rummaging through the remains.
The roar of a chainsaw suddenly sounded behind him.
The sound rapidly drew closer from the distance.
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