The Demon's Menu-Chapter 1135: The Iron-Willed Onodera!

Bam!

The sound of a palm slamming on the table echoed, accompanied by Sato’s forceful shout.

Immediately, the restaurant fell into total silence.

All eyes turned to the head of the "Zero Course" action division, known for his cold and strict demeanor.

Especially Ryosuke.

The middle-aged detective stared at his newly acquainted colleague with a "you’ve got issues" look.

Although he didn’t understand why this colleague was behaving so "irrationally."

What he did know was that this guy was doomed.

Ryosuke wasn’t familiar with everyone, but he knew Jason well enough.

Jason was the type of person you’d consider completely harmless.

Simply put, as long as you didn’t provoke him, you were safe.

If you did provoke him?

Sorry.

You’d better hope for the best.

This kind of outright hostile table-slamming behavior—Ryosuke could already picture what would happen next.

However, to Ryosuke’s surprise, Hanakaiin Itsuki acted even faster than Jason.

"Get out! What gives you the right to boss people around here?!"

Hanakaiin Itsuki said, his face dark and stormy.

One was a dispensable collaborator.

The other was a partner in the sacred bond of milk tea devotion.

The priorities were obvious, no need to say more.

Sato, who had been waiting for Hanakaiin Itsuki to praise him, froze on the spot.

Get out?

Was that directed at me?

No way, right?

Impossible!

It definitely wasn’t meant for me!

That only leaves—

"Get out!"

"Young Master Itsuki has already issued the order to leave!"

"Hurry up and get out!"

Sato shouted at Jason.

He didn’t think Hanakaiin Itsuki was yelling at him, so naturally, the only one left was Jason.

That’s what he thought.

After all, he was on the same team as Hanakaiin Itsuki.

But just as Sato’s words fell, he saw Hanakaiin Itsuki wave his hand.

Wooosh!

A strong gust of wind rose from beneath Sato’s feet, lifting him up and literally sending him "flying" out the door.

Thud!

The people in the restaurant could clearly hear the heavy sound of him landing.

Onodera retracted his neck and muttered,

"His bones must’ve snapped."

To this, Ryosuke nodded in agreement.

Not just because he concurred with Onodera’s assessment, but also because he really did hear the sound of bones breaking.

Thanks to two rounds of reinforcement training by the "Blossom Cherry" organization, Ryosuke had already surpassed the physical limits of a normal human. Even without corresponding secret techniques or skills, his raw senses were far beyond ordinary.

"Serves him right."

Ryosuke muttered softly.

The thought of how Sato had deliberately manipulated "information asymmetry" to set him up left Ryosuke without an ounce of sympathy.

If it weren’t for his moral principles, he wouldn’t have minded stepping outside to add a couple more bullets.

"Yeah."

"That guy’s nothing but a paper tiger."

"At least Yamashita is an honest scoundrel."

"Him?"

"Pffft!"

Onodera chimed in, fully agreeing.

"Sorry, Jason."

"This was my mistake; I invited an idiot who’s not exactly the brightest."

Sitting across from Jason, Hanakaiin Itsuki offered a straightforward apology.

The fault was his to begin with, so apologizing was no problem.

Especially to someone who shared the same devotion and passion for milk tea. He didn’t find it the least bit embarrassing to apologize.

"Then, as compensation… could you make me a few more cups of milk tea?"

Jason asked.

He didn’t take Sato’s words to heart.

Or rather, the moment Sato was thrown out by Hanakaiin Itsuki, Jason stopped paying him any mind.

Although he initially came because of Sato, by this point, Jason realized there was no need to complicate matters.

Why had Sato come here?

Hanakaiin Itsuki’s presence explained it all.

Moreover, judging by Sato’s attitude toward Hanakaiin Itsuki, it was clear that Sato was the passive party in this deal.

So, none of that mattered anymore.

What mattered was that Hanakaiin Itsuki had just glanced at Onodera and Ryosuke.

Jason already guessed what Hanakaiin Itsuki wanted to do.

It was nothing more than replacing Sato with Onodera and Ryosuke.

Which, frankly, was favorable for him.

Compared to an unfamiliar and cunning person, he’d much rather deal with acquaintances.

Ryosuke was someone he could trust.

Onodera?

In some ways, Jason trusted him even more.

Because Onodera was a smart man.

Of course, this cooperation would inevitably come with some conditions.

But that wasn’t something Jason needed to worry about.

What he cared more about was the milk tea he’d just enjoyed.

To be honest, Hanakaiin Itsuki’s craftsmanship was remarkable.

He was eager to have more.

When Hanakaiin Itsuki heard Jason’s request, he was momentarily stunned. Then, the young Onmyoji smiled.

What could bring more joy than genuine praise?

Especially when the praise was directed at something the person took pride in!

Hanakaiin Itsuki had been praised for his talent, his looks, and his strength.

But none of those were what he truly valued.

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His ability to make milk tea!

"Wait for a moment!"

"It’ll be ready in no time!"

Hanakaiin Itsuki said as he returned to the counter, tied on his apron, and started a new round of preparation.

Quick as always.

And as delicious as ever.

Watching Jason finish every last drop, Hanakaiin Itsuki grew even more delighted.

"Would you like more?"

"I can make as much as you want!"

In his excitement, Hanakaiin Itsuki said something he would later remember deeply.

"Really?"

"Thank you so much."

"Please, keep it coming!"

Jason’s eyes lit up.

Being treated was already a pleasant surprise.

Being treated with no limits? That was pure ecstasy.