Luke hung the transparent umbrella on the hook of the doorpost, and then sat down in front of the stage with his hands on his knees: "I didn't ask you last time, what is Mr. Heike's title at the high table?"
The bald chef's face turned positive: "Zero."
Luke nodded: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Zero."
Bald Zero bowed his head again: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Night Demon."
Luke laughed: "No, please call me John."
Zero didn't mind.
People in this line of work have many eccentricities.
It's not that he didn't call him a title, and killed the whole family immediately.
He nodded: "What do you want to eat today?"
Luke: "The tonkotsu ramen is fine."
Zero: "Please wait a moment."
Luke casually took out an old silver shell lighter, and then a metal cigarette case, opened it and took out a cigarette from it: "Is it okay?"
Zero smiled: "You can do whatever you want."
If it was someone else, of course he wouldn't allow it.
But... Those who are capable can always get preferential treatment.
Besides, he may be the only chef in the world who can make Night Demon come back and eat ramen again.
If it were more than a year ago, this "honor" might not be a big deal.
Because at that time, Zero didn't think he would be worse than Night Demon.
In the killer business, everyone can kill ordinary people, so there is nothing to brag about.
Only by killing professionals can you truly prove your status.
And peers are the most professional professionals.
The name killers of mutual aid associations, the industry defaults to being "quasi-legendary" existences.
Sloan is even more mysterious among the legendary killers - he can live to be seventy years old in the killer business, and still be able to suppress a lot of famous killers under him, which is even rarer than the legendary killers.
But it was such a top-level killer organization. Eighteen killers and the leader Sloan were trapped in the lair by night demons. They were all killed overnight, and a hundred ordinary killers in full gear were also brought together.
This matter gradually spread.
Night Demon has also changed from a "suspected" legendary killer to a "suspected" killer god beyond the legendary level.
Secondly, in the past two years, superheroes and all kinds of villains and monsters have appeared in full glory and appeared in front of people all over the world.
In the killer business, it is recognized that the night devil can fight these extraordinary beings.
Because everyone suspects that Night Demon is also an extraordinary existence.
Facing such a person, what can Zero Neng ask for
The other party can politely ask him "Can you?", but he can only say "Please feel free".
Luke threw off the lid of the lighter, lit the cigarette, took a puff, and then put it on the table, letting it burn slowly.
A gust of wind blows from the outside, the red dot of the cigarette butt fluctuates, and a little bit of soot falls with the wind.
Zero concentrates on making ramen.
This is the most serious he has done in several years.
But even so, the hot ramen was served in less than ten minutes.
With a flick of Luke's hand, the cigarette butt with only the filter tip on the edge of the table flew into the water beach outside the door, and the last red light went out instantly.
Taking the chopsticks, he ate the bowl of noodles in a leisurely manner.
Like eating other food, he didn't seem to be in a hurry, but he ate it within two minutes, and even drank all the noodle soup.
Putting down the bowl, Luke nodded: "This is the best food I've ever eaten in Tokyo."
There was joy in Zero's eyes: "Thank you for your compliment."
Luke took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth: "Zero, for the sake of this bowl of noodles, let me ask you one last question."
Zero's complexion became serious: "Please tell me."
Luke put the handkerchief back into his windbreaker pocket, and asked softly: "If you are asked to never take the initiative to kill people and concentrate on being a promising cook, would you accept it?"
Zero fell silent.
He stared at the knife on the chopping board, and after a long time he let out a long breath: "I accept. But, I hope you can formally fight with me once, please!"
The corner of Luke's mouth curled slightly: "You will die."
Zero bowed calmly: "Please give me this chance, please."
Luke: "Time and place."
Zero: "Now, here."
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"
Zero also laughed: "Sure."
While speaking, he held a kitchen knife in both hands and placed it on the table in front of Luke: "This is your weapon, is it okay?"
Luke's eyes fell on the kitchen knife, and he nodded after a while: "Yes."
Zero stretched out his left hand to signal: "Please."
Luke raised his gaze: "You go first! Otherwise, you won't have a chance to pick up that knife."
Zero's right hand moved slightly, and next to it was the knife he used to cut the fish.
Compared with the twenty-five-centimeter kitchen knife in front of Luke, this small knife looked old and old, and it was only about fifteen centimeters long.
Using a human figure as a metaphor, Luke's is an adult model, while Zero's is a primary school student's model.
But for a professional master, suitability and familiarity are the strongest weapons.
Zero's eyes flickered, and he whispered, "Thank you."
The field fell into silence, and three seconds later, his right hand was instantly blurred.
The old knife that was picked up made a faint gray trail under the light, cutting towards Luke's neck.
The cold light flashed away.
At this time, Zero's knife was wiped across Luke's neck.
The gray blade was less than one centimeter from the neck, but this was already the limit of Zero's attack range.
If he wants to go further, his movements will be deformed, and the deformation will slow down the speed, and the slowed down knife will have no chance to touch Luke.
Zero chose to use this nearly perfect knife and continued to use it until his arm returned to his side.
He moved his eyes down, looked at the kitchen knife given to Luke on the table again, and smiled wryly: "How much effort did you do?"
Luke tilted his head and thought for a moment: "Half."
"It's only half." Zero complexion sighed calmly: "Thanks for your enlightenment, I am very grateful."
Luke nodded slightly: "Sayo, Mr. Zero."
A smile appeared on Zero's face: "Sayo Lala, John Sang."
Following the sound of the words, he suddenly fell down on the table.
A dull red gushed from his neck and spread across the clean kitchen counter.
Luke took out the cigarette case again, lit one, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring.
He didn't smoke in this life, but he did in the previous life.
Watching the smoke ring rising, he put the cigarette on the edge of the table in front of Ling: "Have a good trip on the road to Huangquan!"
After speaking, he got up and picked up the transparent umbrella hanging by the doorpost, and slowly walked into the crimson rain and fog outside the door.
There was no sound at the food stall, only gusts of steamy wind blowing in, flickering the cigarette in front of Ling Bald's head.
Suddenly, a slightly stronger wind swept in.
The half-burned cigarette rolled on the edge of the table before falling to the ground.
A foot stepped in at this moment, crushing it on the sole of the shoe in an instant, and a drunken voice sounded: "Heike-san, here we go again. Well, are you sleeping, Heike-san, ah~~~"