Listen to a perverted murderer narrate twisted facts, or go back to eating? Jason chose the latter without hesitation. Not just because the female pastry chef’s breakfast was delicious enough, but also because he knew all too clearly what that perverted murderer wanted to say, or rather, wanted to do. Nothing more than to drag him into the mire to seize a glimmer of a chance at survival. If one discards the basic decency of being human, there are far too many ways. And does the other party still have any human decency left? Think of those who have died. Of course, what’s more important is that the food was made by her own hands. After two more continuous servings, Jason finally stopped. It wasn’t that he was full. It was that the female pastry chef was too exhausted. Sweat had already dampened the hair on her forehead. “I will pay according to the restaurant’s rates.” The female pastry chef subconsciously wanted to say it wasn’t necessary, but a voice inside her told her not to speak and instead gave a quote. The female pastry chef said. He had just eaten what was probably enough for around twenty people, and considering the ingredients were carefully selected, the price wasn’t high. The only thing he needed to consider was that his salary might not be enough for such eating habits. Luckily, aside from the police station, St. Mungo’s Academy provided meals three times a day. “Need to spend wisely.” “Treat it as a reward from Giselle, eating here every other day is good enough.” “By the way, there is also…” Jason immediately thought of the psychologist. Suddenly, he felt that as a veteran suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, he needed to see a doctor. But upon thinking of the Ghost Squad, Jason frowned. Having refused their offer, considering their way of doing things, they would definitely unleash fierce retaliation. Therefore, not only could he not meet Hannibal in the short term. He needed to be extra careful even in his routine. This made Jason’s originally good mood turn terribly sour. Because the female pastry chef was definitely within their range of retaliation. Moreover, they were ruthless and wouldn’t hesitate to harm the innocent! If she were to get hurt because of him, he would feel guilty for the rest of his life! And such guilt was destined to make him restless. The thought of food not being appetizing anymore made Jason unable to sit still any longer. Such an enemy was truly terrifying! He absolutely could not leave them be! They needed to be eradicated completely! He looked at the female pastry chef, who was cleaning the dishes and tidying up the counter. The female pastry chef looked up at Jason. “I need to talk to you about something.” Jason said, his expression becoming serious. He looked into the pastry chef’s eyes and said, “It’s about the Ghost Squad, I… Because of that, could you temporarily close the shop for a short while and enter the safe house Edward prepared?” “Of course, I will compensate for the loss.” After Jason explained in detail, the female pastry chef was first startled. Then she started to smile. “Jason, don’t you think this is an opportunity?” The female pastry chef countered. “You want to be the bait?” Jason instantly realized. The female pastry chef shook her head, replying in an equally serious tone. “Being a direct bait is just too obvious.” “Given the Ghost Squad you described, they certainly won’t fall for that.” “So, we need to go with your original idea, but with a small change—I’ll stick with you, then display some very natural oversights to make them think they have an opportunity. That’s how we can lure them.” Jason thought about the pastry chef’s words, frowning. It made a lot of sense. He had no reason to disagree.