The Demon's Menu-Chapter 816: Modest and Prudent Send 8 (2)

Chapter 816 -35: Modest and Prudent Send 8_2

"Idiot!”

Send 8 thought with disdain as he continued to stride forward.

In front of him, Galen was engaged in a mix-up with four of the Send Family’s guards in front of the “Brutalizer Apartment’s” “door”.

Although he had never learned any real fighting skills, the “Golden Lamb” seemed to have outstanding innate fighting abilities, plus a strong body tempered from years of timber felling, he was still holding his own against the four guards of the Send Family.

"Send 9’s eye for talent isn’t bad,”

"He really is good material for becoming a ‘Brutalizer’.”

"Unfortunately

"Good eye for talent, just a bit stupid!”

Send 8 snorted coldly in his heart.

He had absolutely no fondness for his brother, Send 8.

Just like his feelings for Xilin.

What he had was only resentment!

Resentment for these people stealing what should have been his!

"Send”!

The honor, wealth, and power that this surname brought!

It was all his!

That’s how it should have been!

The rest of them!

Should all die!

Anyone who contested for these with him, must die!

Thinking this, the look of arrogance on Send 8’s face became even thicker, and a murky heat could be seen in his eyes.

He waved his hand dismissively.

"Send a few more!”

Immediately, the number of people attacking Galen increased to eight.

When facing four of the Send Family’s guards, Galen could stand his ground, but as the number turned to eight, the situation was completely dominated at once.

Galen was cornered, receiving a barrage of punches and kicks.

"Heh.”

Send 8 chuckled and moved on.

See, this is the power that “Send” brings!

Four isn’t enough!

Then eight!

Eight not enough?

Make it sixteen!

Always, there would be a time when numbers alone could completely overwhelm any opponent.

Send 8 believed this firmly.

And he took pleasure in it.

So—

"I won’t let you pass!”

With this cry, Galen, cornered, suddenly burst forth.

The “Golden Lamb” once again stood in front of Send 8.

Blood streaming from his forehead, his face swollen, yet the “Golden Lamb” had a determined look in his eyes.

For the “Golden Lamb”, Jason and Losa 11 were inside; he wouldn’t allow anyone to enter without their consent.

It didn’t matter who it was!

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All the same!

Send 8 looked at the ‘Golden’ lamb, his eyes that had been filled with chaos and heat now surged with fury.

Even his veins bulged with malice on his forehead.

He had been disturbed during his enjoyment.

He wouldn’t allow it.

This was what he despised the most.

Golden Lamb’?”

"Good.”

"Today at noon, I’ll have roasted lamb!”

Send 8 sneered before turning to the stunned guards, his words deliberate, “Of course, if I feel like eating something else, that too is possible.”

The shocked guards all shivered.

They all knew Send 8 wasn’t joking.

Something else?

There was no such thing.

Send 8 wanted to eat them.

Or the ‘Golden Lamb’!

Death or survival, was there even a choice?

The eight guards, whom the ‘Golden Lamb’ had just broken through, all charged at the ‘Golden Lamb’ with shouts, frenzied.

They didn’t want to die!

"We can cooperate!”

"We can carve out more living space in Zone F our way!”

"Even, Zone F might become our personal territory!”

"The manpower and funds I’ve accumulated over the years are enough to help you achieve this, and then, I want forty percent of it!”

As Send 8 spoke, he looked expectantly at Losa 11.

But the snoring continued.

This sight made Send 8’s eyes twitch.

What he had just said was, of course, a lie.

The manpower and funds he had amassed over the years were real, but not that plentiful, and moreover, he didn’t just want forty percent, he wanted it all!

He wanted the whole of Zone F!

As he spoke those words, he had of course considered how Losa 11 might refute them.

He had also thought about how to engage in a tug-of-war-like conversation with Losa 11.

But he had not anticipated that Losa 11 would simply ignore him.

This made Send 8 feel like punching cotton.

However, the conversation had to go on.

But just carrying on this conversation made Send 8 very uncomfortable, awkward, and uneasy.

So, Send 8 subconsciously looked over at Jason, who was completely indifferent, continuously eating.

Here, aside from Losa 11, there was only Jason left.

Since Losa 11 couldn’t be moved,

He decided to prod Jason a bit.

After all, it wouldn’t be fatal, would it?