The Demon's Menu-Chapter 1158: Journey! (2)

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"Gentleman?"

Jason froze.

"I never said anything like that!"

"How could someone like Jason have anything to do with being a well-dressed gentleman?"

"He looks scarier than those wrestlers!"

Before Hu Qiandai could explain, Hui Lijing, who was driving, chimed in loudly.

She definitely hadn’t said Jason was like a gentleman.

He merely saved her a few times and fulfilled promises he wasn’t obligated to keep. How could Jason seem like a gentleman? At best, at best...

As she thought about it, Hui Lijing’s face began to flush.

She started adjusting her breathing, afraid she might lose control of the steering wheel.

"Don’t talk nonsense! I’m still driving!"

After emphasizing this once again, Hui Lijing forced herself to stay composed and looked straight ahead.

"Gentleman—this was simply the word I used after hearing Hui Lijing’s description,"

"If you ask for my take, Jason is more like..."

"A swordsman!"

Hu Qiandai threw out another impressive term.

Jason was even more baffled than before.

He couldn’t see how he had anything in common with a "swordsman."

Do swordsmen all love eating large chunks of meat and chugging bowls of liquor?

Jason looked at Hu Qiandai, waiting for an explanation.

"A promise kept."

"Righteous acts."

"Knowing what to do and what not to do."

"With qualities like yours, could you not be called a swordsman?"

Hu Qiandai turned around, lifting her head to look at the tall figure cloaked in shadows in the back seat, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

In her mind, images of Jason stepping forward kept replaying.

He clearly could have walked away.

Yet he still chose to act.

All because of the promise he made to her father.

Despite the overwhelming numbers and strength of the enemies, he disregarded his own safety to offer righteous assistance.

Even after learning the value of the "Hime Crane Ichimonji," he chose to turn a blind eye and walked away.

Can such a person really not be called a "swordsman"?

No!

It should be "swordsman!"

Just like the swordsmen in the novels she’d read.

Just like the memory that had suddenly appeared in her mind of someone adhering strictly to the "code of honor."

"Is that so?"

"I just act in my own way, abiding by my own bottom line; I am no ’swordsman.’"

"At best... maybe a ’gourmet,’ that’s all."

"The wandering gourmet."

Jason thought it over and answered honestly.

It was the truth—compared to the title of "swordsman," he preferred "gourmet."

The former was merely a baseline he believed every human should uphold.

The latter?

That was his lifelong pursuit.

As for wandering?

He didn’t want to be a drifter; he wanted to go home.

But... where was the road home?

"The ’wandering gourmet’... would it be lonely?"

"Though ’the solitary gourmet’ sounds good too, wouldn’t it be better with more people?"

"If we could gather a group to cook and learn together, it’d definitely be better. Maybe setting up an academy system would lead to even more exciting possibilities."

Hu Qiandai murmured softly to herself.

She didn’t refute Jason’s words.

Everyone has their own pursuits.

As long as they don’t interfere with others, there’s no need to comment; watching quietly suffices.

For someone like Jason?

He deserved respect.

"Maybe it’ll happen someday?"

"For now?"

"I just savor the present."

That’s what Jason said, his tone openly laced with longing, though his mind remained clear.

If such an academy existed, he would definitely go there.

But it would depend on luck.

And his luck?

Judging by now, it wasn’t too bad.

After all, men who smile often aren’t ever too...

Click!

As Jason’s thoughts wandered, the swiftly speeding car broke down unexpectedly.

"What happened?"

Hu Qiandai asked instinctively.

"No idea."

"Still got gas!"

As she said this, Hui Lijing prepared to open the door and step out, only to have her shoulder pressed down firmly by Jason.

"Stay here."

Saying that, Jason opened the door and stepped out.

It wasn’t until she heard the car door shut behind him that Hui Lijing snapped out of it.

She’d been careless just now.

It was obvious something was wrong with the car breaking down.

And she hadn’t noticed.

What was going on?

Also, just now, Jason’s hand felt so warm, so strong.

When he pressed down on her shoulder, she felt an unprecedented sense of security.

"Jason will be fine, won’t he?"

Hu Qiandai asked with concern.

"Don’t worry."

"With Jason..."

"He definitely won’t be in any trouble!"

Hui Lijing said confidently.

Then, this female detective began checking her firearm and grenades.

Although Jason wouldn’t encounter danger, she refused to be a burden to him.

Seeing Hui Lijing’s actions, Hu Qiandai finally realized too. However, she didn’t have more weapons—only a knife.

But it was enough.

"Does this mean it’s time for another fight?"

"Let’s do this!"

Hu Qiandai whispered to herself.

Her knowledge of the modern "Inside World" was far less than Hui Lijing’s.

But when it came to the "Inside World," thanks to the unexpected memory fragment she carried, she understood it quite deeply.

As a result, Hu Qiandai no longer had that naïve curiosity about the "Inside World."

What she had now was caution.

That was precisely why she’d insisted on following them.

After all, Hu Qiandai understood that if the Uesugi Family wanted to survive peacefully, they would need to integrate into the current "Inside World" and demonstrate their strength as soon as possible.

Otherwise, extinction would be their only path.

Of course, she also wanted to repay Jason.

Her sense of "honor" wouldn’t let her ignore the help Jason had given her before.

The soft murmurs in the car were crystal clear to Jason, who’d already stepped outside.