As black as ink, hunger roared to the skies. The surging breath exploded, roaring toward the eight directions in the west. The artificial light sources above ‘Fishbone Street’ were swaying from side to side as sparks of electricity flickered into existence. In the flickering light, a gigantic monster with blood-red eyes and a gaping maw appeared and vanished before everyone’s eyes in a flash. It was merely a moment. But everyone shuddered. The smiling waiters’ faces had frozen over. The dancing girls’ steps became stiff. But besides these overlords, could Fishbone Street have an even higher authority? If there was a higher authority, why would there be any struggle on Fishbone Street? Then, with hands behind his back, he gestured to Edward and Bansey and turned his gaze to Jason. When things were unclear, naturally they had to unite against outsiders. Jason was an indispensable part of their fighting force, so naturally, he was to be brought into… what? Slathered in copious sauce, Jason showed no qualms about the cooked meat on the bone, stuffing it into his mouth and chewing with big bites. Amidst the crisp sounds, he couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing this, Griffin couldn’t help the twitch of his mouth. Are you still eating at a time ? Are you the reincarnation of gluttony? Do you plan to eat until the end of the world? Griffin yelled in his heart, but outwardly he stepped forward calmly, shielding the female pastry chef behind him, just as Edward and Bansey did. Griffin could clearly sense that the Fishbone Street sheriff’s gaze was a bit off. Edward and Bansey also noticed it, placed their hands on their gun handles, and flanked to the left and right, placing the female pastry chef under a ‘full frontal defense’ protective stance. Dorothee saw this and found it amusing inside. Do you really think you could act as His Majesty’s defense? But then he thought again. Could this be what His Majesty wanted? With this in mind, Dorothee immediately changed his mind. “Everybody, I have other matters to attend to, so I shall take my leave.” “If you need anything, please notify the guards.” “They will help you handle it.” After speaking, Dorothee turned and left. This scene left Griffin, Edward, and Bansey somewhat perplexed. The three of them exchanged glances before their eyes once again fell on Jason. They saw Hannibal take more meat out of the refrigerator on the side, skewer it, and start grilling it just for Jason. “Hey, hey, this is Fishbone Street!” “We’re not here for a picnic!” “Can we please be serious for a moment?” “Show some dignity, will you?” Griffin couldn’t help but mutter his complaints. Hannibal believed Griffin had a point, so instead of grilling in batches, he took out all the meat and grilled it at once. With ample ingredients and seasoning, Hannibal’s cooking skills were fully showcased. The aroma made Edward and Bansey involuntarily stop in their tracks. You should know they hadn’t had a satisfying dinner. However, they both swallowed their saliva and did not fight Jason for the food. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to. It was that they didn’t dare. There was no doubt that such waiting was torture. The only consolation was that Jason ate quickly enough. Edward and Bansey never thought they would one day be thankful for Jason’s quick eating. After the last skewer of grilled meat was consumed, Jason took the handkerchief Hannibal passed to him. “Happy to serve you,” Hannibal accepted the praise, took off his apron, and made a welcoming gesture. Jason took a step forward. He still remembered his target, ‘Fishbone Street 233’. The female pastry chef quickly followed, wedging herself between Jason and Hannibal, using her presence to separate them. Then, she pretended to carefully count the street numbers. Just as the female pastry chef was about to count to number 223, a squad of guards blocked their path. “Sorry, this half of the street is temporarily closed to the public,” the guard politely told the female pastry chef. she asked subconsciously.