I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 492 - 113: Candidate (4,200 Words) (Part 2)

Don't even want to touch it.

Moreover, the money in the pockets of the mercenaries and Apprentice Death Gods is not limitless.

After emptying them once, you have to let them save up some money, right...

So, the entire Huangxing Group, along with Mokaka's campaign team, became much quieter.

But as the saying goes, "after your show ends, mine begins," after the commotion in G District ended, other areas gradually became lively.

...

Nest City No. 3, Lower City N District.

This place was originally going to be the only area in the Lower City themed around "entertainment," with the whole area transformed into a place with entertainment venues and casinos.

But due to the development company going bankrupt, and the economic development in the Lower City not doing well in recent years, people lost hope in the commercial value here, leaving it abandoned and unfinished.

However, later on, a group of gang members with commercial insight occupied the area and repurposed the abandoned entertainment facilities, creating a food and commercial street that attracted quite a crowd and made a lot of money.

Therefore, the current N District is now considered the most popular commercial and entertainment area in the Lower City.

At this moment, it happens to be the weekend, and the commercial food street is bustling with people.

Workers from nearby factories, having ended a day of labor, gather in groups of three or five on the street, washing away the fatigue of the week with chilled beer and grilled artificial meat, and those with a little money even set up card games, hoping to make a fortune through gambling.

Although it's likely that Nest City factories still require overtime on weekends, and the privilege of rest is only for office clerks and those half-dead in hospital beds, people aren't machines after all; they need a little relaxation from their usual toil.

While the workers are jesting and the vendors are haggling, in a corner of the commercial street, two men, one tall and one short, stood up.

Unlike most of the dusty-faced workers, these two men, though dressed in casual T-shirts, unadorned and simple, on closer inspection, each piece of their clothing was custom made, with no brand names, yet using expensive materials, clearly beyond what Lower City residents could afford.

The tall one, over 1.9 meters, with short black cropped hair, square face, looks ordinary, but his bright blue eyes are quite striking. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Despite his dignified appearance, he always maintained a faint smile, making it hard to read him.

The short man, about 1.7 meters tall, with long gray hair, had a scholarly face, appearing gentle, though his eyes were completely pitch black, making his gaze unreadable.

Unexpectedly, although the tall man appeared more powerful, naturally commanding respect, he still stood behind the short man, with gestures that carried a hint of flattery.

"Boss, boss!"

At this time, the tall man picked up a bowl of steaming beef noodles beside him; the noodles were soft yet resilient, the beef likely bought from a private farm, devoid of the greenish glow common in Lower City's meat, proving its low radiation and good quality, not much worse than the beef produced from large industrialized farms.

The milky white broth, adorned with specks of red chili, along with pepper powder, combined with the oil, emitted an alluring aroma.

Such a bowl of noodles is something the past Yun You... and indeed most Lower City people in Nest City could only dream of.

If she could see it on her birthday, the little girl would silently thank her parents a thousand times and then happily devour it.

However, from the slightly reproachful tone of the tall man, he seemed quite dissatisfied with such a bowl of noodles.

He waved at a vendor not far away, who immediately put down what he was doing, running over earnestly.

"Boss, what can I do for you?"

The tall man smiled, gesturing with his eyes to the beef noodles in the bowl and spoke in a rather flat tone: "Did I not mention just now that I had some special requests for this bowl of noodles? Did you not hear me?"

"This... how could I not?"

The vendor wiped the sweat off his forehead, smiling humbly, "Boss, you made it very clear just now, no scallions or ginger for the beef noodles, add three cloves of garlic, one spoon each of black pepper powder and vinegar, add 20 grams more salt, slice the beef into 3mm thin slices..."

"I've remembered and followed all your requests, anything else you would like, boss?"

The vendor's attitude was exceptionally sincere, leaving no room for criticism.

Setting up shop on this commercial street meant being adept at reading people's expressions. The vendor could see at a glance that these two were not ordinary, so he tried to meet all their demands, not daring to make any mistakes.

Faulting the vendor for food or service quality was impossible for the tall man.

The short man, at this moment, also looked at the tall man with interest, seemingly curious to see what his meticulous companion would do next.

"..."

The tall man obviously didn't expect the vendor to predict his nitpicking in advance, preparing everything so well that he had no excuses.

Now, all his plans were disrupted.

Nevertheless, this didn't deter his desire to stir up trouble.

So... after some thought, he slowly put down the bowl, smiling as he said...

"You forgot the most crucial thing."

"I don't eat beef."

As he said this, he stepped forward, his right hand itching to move.

In the next moment, with a flash of cold light, his hand turned into lightning, about to strike the vendor's neck.

The speed of the strike was incredibly fast, and the force was exceedingly powerful. If it were to land, the vendor would likely be split in two on the spot, with no chance of survival.

Yet, at that moment, a hand lightly grasped the tall man's wrist, effortlessly dissipating his force, without much sound of collision.

The tall man was slightly stunned, instinctively turning back, only to find the one who stopped him was the short man who hadn't spoken all along.

"Enough, Hikamu."

The short man called out the tall man's name, then waved for the vendor, who was frozen in place, to leave quickly.

"A little teasing is enough; don't always think about killing. Human life, though not very valuable, isn't that worthless either."

His voice was not loud but carried an undeniable weight, calming Hikamu's previously agitated and angry heart instantly.

"Hehe..."

Hikamu chuckled awkwardly, scratching his head to explain: "It's just been so long since I last killed someone, so the 'urge' hit me..."

"When you feel the urge, go hunt mutant creatures in the wilderness outside or kill people from other cities; don't kill civilians in my territory."

The short man glanced at Hikamu without any politeness and said coldly, "A city's mayor has the duty to protect his citizens. If you dare act so wantonly next time, don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yes... yes... Brother Shen Ye..."

Seeing the seriousness of the short man, Hikamu quickly relented, respectfully using the man's name.

It turns out this man is none other than Shen Ye, Mokaka's biggest competitor in the election, ranking second in support rates in the Lower City Mayor election assembly.

At the same time, he is also Yun You's enemy, just like Hikamu.

"Whatever Brother Shen Ye says goes, we're all at your command!"

Hikamu added, emphasizing that he remains loyal to Shen Ye.

But in his heart, he was a bit unconvinced, thinking that the election was nowhere near concluded, and Shen Ye's support rates were still lower than Mokaka's, who was in a coma, so why was he putting on airs as the mayor.

Wasn't this just boasting...

However, thinking aside, at least outwardly, Hikamu still showed great respect for Shen Ye.

Or more accurately, respect for Shen Ye's far stronger capabilities.

"Brother, the Collection Clan sent a message two days ago, saying they will fully handle your election matters, and that they will decide various policies and speeches."

"I think... they clearly want to undermine your authority!"

Hikamu leaned forward, fanning the flames: "We really can't stand this! After all, you're a Tier Four Apprentice Death God, your strength is even greater than Galland's from the Collection Clan!"

"How dare they order you?"

"How about... I mean, how about we kick them out... and set up on our own..."

"What do you think? As long as Brother Shen Ye gives the word, I'll absolutely follow you!"