It was as black as ink, and the hunger was monstrous.

The surging aura was like an explosion, and it rushed to the west with a roar.

Thorn, sting.

The artificial light source above the head of 'Fishbone Street' was blown to the left and right, and even the slightest electric spark appeared.

In the flicker of light, a huge monster with scarlet eyes and a bloody mouth flashed before everyone's eyes.

It's just a moment.

But everyone shuddered.

Smiling waiter with a frozen face.

The dancing girls began to stiffen in their dance steps.

The accordionist's fingers begin to stagnate.

The children who were chasing and laughing stood in place one by one, not daring to move.

Their instincts tell them that—

Don't move!

One move......

will be eaten!

But fear is what drives them to run.

Diametrically opposite commands come out of the brain.

There was a ridiculous incongruity in their bodies.

But no one around him could laugh.

They looked at each other, and all that was left was an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

And then—

"Don't eat me!"

"Don't eat me!"

A figure in 'Fishbone Street' ran towards the depths of the street, the other party burst into tears, staggered, and fell to the ground after only two steps, but immediately got up and continued to run.

But after running less than 10 meters, he was pressed to the ground by several guards.

The other party resisted.

But there was no order, just an instinctive struggle.

While struggling, he continued to shout.

"Don't eat me!"

Undoubtedly, such a struggle is useless.

The guards effortlessly shackled the man who dared to offend Her Majesty.

Didn't bring it back to Her Majesty.

Instead, according to the instructions of the commander of the guards, he put the other party in prison.

As for after?

Leave it all to the Commander.

The middle-aged man who had greeted Jason and his party at the sentry box watched his men leave with the offender.

The middle-aged man's face maintained a cold feeling with murderous intent.

"The bastards."

He cursed inwardly.

He knew very well how the offender had appeared.

And this also made him more and more reluctant to make a decision.

However, there is one more thing to deal with at the moment.

The man by Her Majesty's side!

The head of the guard looked at Jason, who was standing in front of the barbecue, his eyes full of fear.

He never imagined that a veteran would have such strength.

He felt the shiver just now.

He also felt the powerlessness and fear that followed.

As the commander of the guards, he instinctively hoped that Her Majesty would leave such a man.

It's just too dangerous.

So, he went straight there.

He waved at the bewildered waiters, dancers, organists, and 'children'.

Then, looking at Jason and his party with a smile, he explained:

"We're preparing for a celebration."

"It was an unsuccessful dress rehearsal."

"I beg your pardon."

As he spoke, the guard commander bowed.

Immediately, the female pastry chef subconsciously returned the gift.

Suddenly, the commander of the guards turned sideways, avoiding such a return salute.

Griffin's eyes flickered as he watched the scene.

He was sure that the female pastry chef was unusual.

There is no doubt that everything in front of me is for the female pastry chef.

It's definitely not just for the 550,000 bounty!

Because, he had already recognized who the middle-aged man in front of him was.

Dordot, sheriff of 'Fishbone Street'.

Except for a few overlords, the most powerful person on 'Fishbone Street', such a person will definitely not be the one who wronged himself for the 550,000 bounty.

And who will be the person who can make the other party pleasant, or even grovel?

The children of the overlords?

Not qualified!

Don't say it's the children of those overlords!

Even the hegemon itself will find it difficult to get the other side to do this.

But in addition to these overlords, is there a higher-level existence in 'Fishbone Street'?

Impossible!

If there is a higher level, why is there a fight in 'Fishbone Street'?

Griffin guessed.

Then, after gesturing to Edward and Bancy with his hands behind his back, he looked at Jason.

When everything is unclear, it is natural to unite with the outside world.

Jason is an indispensable combat power among them, and it is natural to join the ...... at this time Come?

Click, click.

Dipping in a large amount of sauce, Jason didn't have any pickiness in the face of the grilled bone-in meat, just stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it heavily.

With a crisp sound, Jason couldn't help but laugh.

Griffin watched this scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Still eating at this time?

Are you a gluttonous reincarnation?

Do you want to eat to the end of the world?

Griffin couldn't help but roar in his heart, but on the surface, he took a step forward quietly, blocking the female pastry chef behind him, as did Edward and Little Bancy.

Griffin could clearly sense that something was wrong with the eyes of the sheriff of Fishbone Street in front of him.

Edward and Bancy Jr. also found out, and they raised their hands on the handle of their guns and lined them up on the left and right, leaving the female pastry chef under a 'frontal complete defense' protection.

Dordot looked at this scene and laughed at first.

Just because you also want to act as a defense for Your Majesty?

But then he thought about it again.

Could this be what His Majesty wants?

Thinking of this, Dordot immediately changed his mind.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I still have something to do, so I'll retire first."

"If anything, you can inform the guards."

"They'll help you deal with it."

With that, Dordot turned and left.

This scene made Griffin, Edward, and Little Bancy a little puzzled.

The three of them exchanged glances and then looked at Jason again.

And then......

They saw Hannibal take more meat from the nearby refrigerator, put it on a chisel, and roast it for Jason.

"Hey, hey, this is 'Fishbone Street'!"

"You're not here for a picnic!"

"Can you be serious?"

"Give it the dignity it deserves?"

Griffin couldn't help but complain.

Hannibal thought that Griffin had a point, so he didn't bake them in batches, but took them out all at once and roasted them all.

With enough ingredients and seasonings, Hannibal's cooking skills are immediately vividly displayed.

The scent made Edward and Little Bancy involuntarily stop.

You know, they didn't have enough for dinner.

However, the two swallowed their saliva and did not go to grab it with Jason.

It's not that I don't want to

But don't dare.

There is no doubt that such a wait is torturous.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Jason eats fast enough.

Edward and Bancy Jr. never imagined that one day, they would thank Jason for eating fast.

After the last skewer of barbecue, Jason took the handkerchief handed by Hannibal.

"Thank you."

"It's delicious."

Jason praised.

"We're here to help."

Hannibal accepted the compliment, unbuttoned his apron, and made a gesture of please.

Jason stepped forward.

He also remembered his target '233 Fishbone Street'.

The female pastry chef immediately caught up and inserted herself between Jason and Hannibal, separating Jason from Hannibal with herself.

Then, pretending to be serious, he counted the street numbers.

“221、222、22…… Well? ”

Just as the female pastry chef was about to count to number 223, a line of guards blocked the way.

"I'm sorry, but half of the street will be closed to the public for the time being."

The guard said very politely to the female pastry chef.

"Why?"

The female pastry chef asked subconsciously.

"Because ......"

Before the guards could finish speaking, the flames erupted from No. 223.

And then—

Rumble!

In the huge explosion, several figures rushed out and came straight towards Jason and his party.