binnovel Chapter 55 Huh?
Chapter 55 Huh?
You probably hadn't sorted things out so clearly before that scoundrel manager first acted rudely towards you.
But now, having a general idea of what's going on, you look at White Winington, who is covered in sweat, without changing your expression.
The sinner, who seemed to be the big boss, ultimately bowed his noble head when faced with an insurmountable mountain.
While Hell may not be much different from the human world in some respects, the supremacy of strength is undeniable.
Perhaps on earth, politicians and tycoons can manipulate things in the shadows, but in hell, strength is the ultimate deciding factor.
And it is quite clear that they have now offended a big shot they cannot afford to offend.
In the Pride Ring, a place that binds sinners, those who are stronger than other sinners and possess a certain level of power are called Sinner Lords.
As is well known, the Sinner Lords, while being a core force within the Pride Ring, are also local power brokers who divide the Pride Ring.
What kind of people are these sinner lords who can become local bullies?
New generation leaders, those who understand the preferences of young people through 3V technology—do they become sinner lords simply because they possess new technologies unavailable to others? Of course not.
What's truly terrifying about the Sin Lords is that they possess an astonishing number of souls. And since possessing souls requires power to subdue or make others submit, it goes without saying what kind of terrifying beings the Sin Lords, who can possess a million souls in total, are.
Above the sinner lords were the nobles.
Having laid so much groundwork, those who regard sinners as ants, considering them nothing but simple enjoyment of the conveniences they provide, are the nobles.
Leaving aside the fact that ordinary sinners like them can't even come close to being Lords of the Rings or Lords of Hell, they would be incredibly grateful if a sinner lord came to their restaurant for a meal, let alone a nobleman who actually wanted to reserve a table at their restaurant.
As a businessman who had recently found a way to make money, White Winington, who considered himself to have a keen sense of smell, could sense the importance of that young teenage witch to that nobleman.
Teenagers come to trendy restaurants just to take photos and check in. She probably came here because of the so-called "celebrity endorsement" that "presides over" their business.
So what if they're nobles? In the end, they still get completely fooled and have to obediently book a table at their restaurant, even if they're eating inferior ingredients, they still have to pay.
However, given the other party's status, it's still necessary to maintain appearances.
At the beginning, White specifically instructed his manager and waiters to take extra care of the young man of noble birth so that he could make a hefty profit from the nobleman who looked down on criminals.
He didn't pay much attention to the sinner following the minor nobleman at that time, because he thought she was a servant hired by the nobleman by exception, and only a lowly sinner would associate with a lowly little devil.
Sinners cannot move freely in Hell; they can only remain forever in the highest ring of pride. Therefore, nobles generally do not employ sinners.
Moreover, because nobles have their own social circles, and as native creatures of hell, they don't particularly like outsiders and sinners, it's rare to see sinners with nobles.
He should have woken up when the nobleman's daughter and the monstrous female demon in front of him seemed to have a good relationship, but he was still dreaming when she was acting as the payee!
Faced with a strange sinner of unknown strength who suddenly presented them with a "big" one, White, who had relied on his keen sense of danger to get to where he was today, was completely unable to sense anything this time.
From the manager arranging for hallucinogenic powder to retaliate against the seemingly unaffected female demon, to her now standing before him in this monstrous form—
White Winington never imagined that the strange criminal who looked like a rag doll would suddenly turn into an extremely ferocious shark!
What kind of monster would be formed by simply displaying superficial power and befriending nobles?
White didn't know, but he knew that all his tricks were no match for her.
No matter how many tricks he has up his sleeve as a businessman, they are all worthless in the face of absolute power.
"Have you thought it through? I don't like people who waste time."
Maintaining your imposing stature, you noticed that White remained silent, only his tail tucked between your legs twitching incessantly. As a dog lover, after a moment of silence, you finally spoke up, a little impatiently, to remind him.
“Uh…uh? Yes! Madam!”
White, whose voice was trembling with fear, forced himself to calm down and then bowed to her, meeting her gaze.
Although the female demon in front of them was indeed angry, the fact that she had indiscriminately killed them all meant that there might still be room for maneuver—he meant his own life.
As long as the unknown sinner in front of us isn't as unpredictable as most sinner lords.
"Then what are you waiting for? Do I have to beg you to speak before you'll say anything?"
Having long since suppressed your smile, you stare blankly down at White, who seems lost in thought.
Pete, the culprit who angered you, was now trembling and lying motionless on the ground after being pushed aside by White.
Compared to the middle-aged male demon who was pinned to the ground by your power and couldn't move, White, the shop owner in front of you, is probably much stronger than you imagined.
You narrowed your eyes, suppressing the urge to pin White to the ground as well.
"I am extremely sorry for making you have such a terrible experience... I also have many immature thoughts, but they are really insignificant... Rather than these, as a token of my sincerity, I hope you can offer a solution."
Although he knew that doing so was tantamount to courting death, White, who also felt that coming up with a solution was tantamount to courting death, tentatively asked you this question.
White Winington's heart was bleeding when he said those words.
Who knows what outrageous demands these powerful demons will make? Will they kill all the demons in his shop? Or will they demand his soul?
After going to hell, he overcame countless difficulties to establish the "Delicious to Death" restaurant, which was now at its peak. Now, all of his success was about to be destroyed because of a boring and stupid mistake by his manager.
Even worse, he himself might not be able to save his soul now...
Thinking about this, killing his own manager after the whole thing was over and making the other party pay for the restaurant renovations were all additional conditions.
Most importantly, he was determined to make this damned thing sign an unequal treaty on their souls!
The white dog-shaped sinner only dared to curse loudly in his heart; he didn't even dare to look at the powerful female demon in front of him with his already venomous eyes.
Because he felt that the suddenly intimidating female demon in front of him might actually gouge his eyes out—
After he said that, the entire restaurant fell into a deathly silence.
After the sound of the ocean waves stopped, the water that had been moving through the air as if intimidating suddenly returned to where it was supposed to go.
The only sound now is the thrashing of the sharks stranded in the aquarium, barely clinging to life.
White felt like he was about to suffocate from the oppressive silence.
"……very good."
You were somewhat satisfied with the other party's sincerity, so you raised one eyebrow, and the dragon horns and the burning ends of your hair quickly went out.
The sinner, who seemed about to burst the ceiling, slowly retracted his form.
The female demon, whose expression seemed unaffected by any answer he gave, calmly gazed at the sweating boss before her and said:
"Then I'll pay the original price for the meal, and then we'll part ways amicably. What do you say?"
……
……
"……what?"
"What the hell?!"