Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 37: Meeting in person, but with bodyguards (and dad)

Before the little devil, who seemed to want to say something even more outrageous, could utter another word, he was violently shoved aside by Viya.

"Never, ever, speak, like, to, my, friends!"

With an expression that couldn't be uglier, Viya glared menacingly at the little devil she had knocked to the ground. Her pink eyes narrowed dangerously, and a threatening, bird-like low squeak escaped her throat.

“Even if you’re my dad’s… friend, since you’re here as a bodyguard, don’t do anything unnecessary, understand? Billy, Liz?”

"..."

"Damn, how can there be a primal demon in this hell speaking up for sinners?"

The little devil, known as Billy, was silent for a moment before rubbing his butt where he had fallen hard to the ground and complaining.

He gave Viya, who was blocking your way, a speechless look, then glared at you with a fierce glare.

"You son of a bitch, what kind of bewitching drug did you give that guy's daughter? Everyone knows that the guys living in the first district of the Pride Ring are either toxic trash or horny lunatics online. Their favorite thing to do is lure out these immature teenagers to do who-knows-what... Ha! Your conscience, which you never had to begin with, will surely be crying in the blood pool of hell!"

Billy, who launched into a barrage of personal attacks, picked up his gun and, with the help of the other two imps, stood up.

“Sir, you’re right, but aren’t we going a bit too far… after all, this young lady hasn’t done anything yet.”

Standing to his left, the little devil with freckles on his face asked this question hesitantly.

"But who knows, Little Mo, who knows if this seemingly kind demon in front of us will whip us all to death with her tail in the next second? And the place they're going to is that 'Torture Museum'!"

Another dark-haired female imp defended Billies in a lively and playful voice.

"Although everyone knows that the Torture Museum is a gathering place for teenagers, the person in front of us is a human who has gone to hell. Although we also serve sinners, but... you know, who knows what terrible things she might do?"

In just a few minutes, you were drenched in a pile of excrement, becoming utterly wicked: "..."

If it weren't for the fact that the people in Shanghai you know are aware of your character, you would probably think that you are even more wicked than the sinner lords, and that your level of evil is almost on par with a certain infamous radio demon.

...But from the time you went to hell until now, you haven't even signed a single soul contract with anyone.

That's fantastic! Although you haven't enslaved any other demons' souls, you've already achieved a class leap.

Angel once made a cheesy joke about you being the only innocent girl in hell... I never expected that he would become a child trafficker after just one trip out today.

But what foreign teenagers would dare to abduct and sell children? The traffickers would be lucky if they weren't killed by those foreign teenagers...

Your lips twitched imperceptibly.

But getting back to the point, although no one might believe it, you actually quite like the native demons of hell.

Because they are generally very small and weak, they do resemble stray cats on the street in your eyes.

Because you can see the color of the soul, you even really like Fitzroy, the lover of the Lord of Desire.

As for why you know they're a couple, it's mainly because their souls are so well-connected that you feel a longing for their relationship.

You are indeed a rude demon who is very annoying, but at least for this moment, the "funny" the other party is showing outweighs your disgust for the rude demon.

These little red guys can't kill you whether they're using angel weapons or blessed weapons, not to mention their bodies are already so weak that they're no different from humans.

These primal little devils are like harmless, yet surprisingly aggressive, wildcats on the street.

Killing sinner lords is as easy as wiping away as ashes for you, let alone these primal imps that can't even touch the hem of your clothes, let alone break through your defenses.

It's quite amusing to watch a harmless little thing jump around, even if every word it says is nasty. You just treat it like a puppy barking at a huge, terrifying creature.

What you might actually find somewhat enjoyable is that special atmosphere that's always hidden half a block away.

The other person's soul shape is similar to that of Viya beside you, but larger, and you can sense the hostility and wariness emanating from them.

Because of the little devil named Billy in front of them, Viya's attitude towards Billy, and the devil watching from afar... who is full of concern for Viya.

And after connecting these seemingly unrelated things with a letter that Viya once wrote to you—you guess that the other party is very likely Viya's father.

Your daughter went out to meet someone she met online, and not only did she hire her extramarital affair partner as a bodyguard, but she also came out herself... I never knew you had such a big influence.

Feeling inexplicably amused, you glanced at the primal little devil who was confronting you and seemed utterly fearless.

What exactly makes a primal little devil dare to confront sinners who generally possess immortality and superpowers?

Does he think you won't attack him? Or does he believe he's capable of fighting you? Or perhaps... he knows he has someone backing him up?

You gently push aside the seemingly angry Viya, slowly walk to Billy, and then squat down to look him in the eye.

"You...what do you do?"

Slightly startled by your inexplicable actions, Billy took a half-step back warily while pressing the sniper rifle in his hand against your forehead.

"I'm warning you, this gun of mine can even rip out the ass of a nobleman. Although you sons of bitches can be resurrected, I don't care about that!"

"Wait a minute, sir! But this lady hasn't done anything to break the agreement yet..."

The male devil, who had just been called Little Mo and seemed to be the most reasonable of the trio of little devils, pulled out a stack of documents from somewhere and started flipping through them.

"I went out to hang out with my friends, and you guys even signed some kind of bullshit agreement with my dad!?"

When she saw that the other party had actually produced a stack of lists, Viya looked so angry that her feathers were about to stand on end.

She stood there blankly, holding her forehead, looking as if she was thinking, her expression pained and somewhat sad.

"We do have an agreement, that's true, but we need to be flexible, darling!"

The short, dark-haired demoness pulled "Little Mo" over and kissed him, her tone full of doting affection.

...You seem to have heard this phrase before from someone else.

You, squatting on the ground with your head propped up by your hand, lazily stare at Billy, who snatched the stack of documents from "Little Mo's" hand.

It was probably because of his rough handling that a lot of black and white paper was immediately scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this, the two little devils following behind him immediately took it for granted and squatted down to wipe his butt.

Although the three little devils in front of me have a lot of presence, I have a feeling that they are the type who will at least mess things up halfway.

The female criminal, seemingly unconcerned about having a gun pointed at her head, squatted in place, watching the chaotic scene before her without changing her expression.

"Tch, do we need to read this bullshit agreement to do our job? All I need to do is fire the bullets!"

After staring at it for ages without getting anywhere, Billy casually told a dirty pun.

"We are IMP, we only help our clients achieve their mission objectives!"

As he said this, Billitz gave a standard, wicked grin, and then deftly placed his finger on the trigger of the sniper rifle.

"Goodbye! Trash from District One! You may be hot, and hot in a unique way, but I don't care!"

If Billies had been a little more observant, he would have noticed that his gun barrel wasn't actually pressed against ■■■'s head at all; the dark iron pipe had always kept a distance from her.

This is why you might say that the Little Devil can't even break through your defenses.

"No!... Enough!"

Just then, Viya, who seemed to have finally broken free from some kind of dilemma, stepped forward and stopped Billies.

"If my dad wanted to ruin my meeting with my friend, then he succeeded!"

At this point, Viya, whose expression looked extremely unpleasant, turned her head slightly and said to you in a very slow tone, "That's it. I'm sorry to have let you see such a stupid scene, but as you saw... it's utterly disappointing. I'm going home."

You can hear the anger and impatience in the female demon's tone, but even more so, disappointment and dejection.

"Ha! I knew it! What's the point of talking to these sinners from the human world?"

Seeing that Viya was about to head home, the little devil immediately put away his sniper rifle with a smug look on his face and said this.

"Bang!! I hit the jackpot! I knew this little girl wouldn't like the 'online friend' from District One. Okay, Moses, you and Millie now owe me twenty bucks!"

"What!? Sir, where did you get the idea that Miss Gai...Viya dislikes this sinner?"

Moses, clearly disagreeing with Billies's statement, looked incredulous and angry.

"...Damn it! We lost again!"

Millie, standing next to her, paid the money very readily.

Seeing this, Moses, who looked utterly devastated, seemed more interested in knowing whether Viya disliked him than getting his twenty dollars back.

However, when Moses questioned Viya, she just frowned and looked away from the street corner, completely impatient, as if she thought Hell might as well just explode.

She seemed certain that you would end this disastrous meeting, but you, who were used to such chaotic scenes, simply stood up slowly, two soft and ambiguous laughs escaping from your throat.

Faced with what seemed like a botched meeting, you first politely hooked your tail around Via's leg, then leaned down to look at Billy in front of you and lazily said:

"It's not a good thing that things have gotten so ugly, but I have a way to have the best of both worlds."

"Huh? What?"

Billys, seemingly surprised by your sudden return, wore a somewhat confused expression.

"...Mr. Billies, would you like to make a deal with me?"