Chapter 98
On this day, the world was still peaceful.
Turtle stood at the entrance of the headquarters and stretched.
"That nap was so comfortable!"
Ergou sat lazily on the steps next to Yoren, holding a bottle of orange soda. The two of them were whispering like spies exchanging intel.
Across the road, a broad-shouldered man stepped out of the restaurant. In his hand were a few thick slabs of raw meat. He glanced up at the blazing sun, then calmly hung the meat on a rack outside the door, clearly intending to dry it.
This man was well into his forties or fifties, with explosive muscles and a simple, almost cheerful demeanor. Humming a tune, he looked like a man enjoying life.
Ergou lowered his voice and nudged Yoren, pointing at the man.
"Yoren, see that guy? That's the owner of the restaurant—Bloody Cook."
"Bloody Cook?"
"Yeah. He's from Ursus. Twenty years ago, he committed the most horrifying crime in Ursus history and fled to southern Victoria. He joined a gang, and legend has it he was terrifying. Cruel, twisted, and unbelievably strong. Fifteen years ago, he became the underground boxing champion of the South. People called him Bloody Cook. But now? He's retired."
Yoren blinked.