Chainsaw Man, starting contract to cut down the Demon Line

If Machima dares to offer her a seat, why doesn't he dare to sit down?

He came openly and left openly; why should he think so much?

All I need to make Machima understand is one fact—

That is, in this room, he is the master.

Without showing any fear, Yan Liang walked around the desk expressionlessly and plopped down in the boss's chair that belonged only to Machima.

The chair was large and soft, and still retained Machima's warm body temperature.

This secluded location is one of the taboos that Machima cannot touch, and no one else has ever been there. Unexpectedly, this time, Yan Liang has gained the upper hand.

Yan Liang leaned back with a calm expression, casually resting his hands on the armrests. He sat there without any sense of disharmony, as if this position was born to be his.

Looking at Machima, Yan Liang waited for her next move.

He didn't think Machima would be like Dongshan Xiaohong, obediently standing aside as a secretary reporting on work.

really.

After Yan Liang settled down, Ma Qima did not step back.

She turned around, her slender figure leaning slightly forward, then moved lightly—

He sat down directly on the mahogany desk in front of Yan Liang.

The two were brought very close together, with Machima sitting on the edge of the table looking down at Yan Liang.

She subconsciously tried to cross her legs, but no one knew if she did it on purpose; she couldn't control the movement of her ankles.

A soft "tap".

Machima's two black high heels fell to the ground.

With this seemingly unintentional movement, her bodycon skirt tightened. A pair of long, beautiful legs encased in black stockings, along with her taut arches, were thus revealed in front of Yan Liang.

The two were very close, so close that Yan Liang could see the fine texture of the black stockings and the fair skin faintly visible beneath them.

Machima braced his hands on the table behind him, his deep, aged eyes fixed on Yan Liang, who was sitting in the chair, and slowly began to speak:

"Since Captain Yan Liang feels that I didn't respect you enough just now..."

"Now at this height and this distance... is it possible for you, Yan Liangjun, to feel my full encouragement?"

Chapter Sixty-Three: A bastard who doesn't take advantage of a good deal.

"Clap..."

Outside the window, the rain continued to fall, the raindrops pattering against the glass, making a sound.

But inside the office, there was an unusual silence.

At this moment, Machima's black silk-stockinged foot, now free of high heels, hovered in front of Yan Liang.

The black stockings clung tightly to his skin, gleaming in the dim light. Through the stockings, Yan Liang could vaguely see his curled-up, rounded toes, like pearls and jade.

If it were Denji or anyone else, faced with such temptation from Machimaru, they probably would have already jumped up impatiently and bitten it.

But now it is Yan Liang sitting here, and his composure is naturally different from that of the others.

Although Yan Liang was slightly surprised at first, after he came to his senses, he only glanced at the black-stockinged foot blocking his way and thought that this woman's methods were indeed quite interesting.

Yan Liang was not unmoved by Machima's sweet talk.

After all, as the old saying goes...

If you can get something for nothing, you're a bastard.

The next second, Yan Liang did something that even Ma Qima didn't expect.

He didn't avoid her gaze, but instead raised his right hand and grasped Machima's slender ankle. Then, he lowered his wrist and raised his palm to support her heel.

The first thing you feel upon touching it is the delicate touch of the black stockings. Then, through that thin fabric, the softness and warmth of Machima's soles are transmitted to Yan Liang's palms.

However, Yan Liang did not greedily enjoy this feeling.

He was always cautious whenever he met Machima. A momentary lapse in judgment would give her an opening, putting him at a disadvantage and allowing her to control him.

Yan Liang is a smart man. He can distinguish right from wrong and knows what he should and shouldn't do.

Immediately afterwards—

Just like moving an ordinary ornament that was blocking his view, Yan Liang held Machima's foot and expressionlessly pushed it aside, moving it away from in front of him.

"Machima, what do you mean by this?"

Yan Liang withdrew his hand and tapped the armrest of the boss's chair twice, his tone calm:

"Isn't this atmosphere a bit too ambiguous?"

"What, the head of the Anti-Magic Special Class has such a peculiar hobby?"

Upon hearing this question, Machima's golden, ringed eyes held an innocent smile as she looked at Yan Liang and softly said:

"Captain Yan Liang, you've misunderstood me."

"You're the one who rudely took my only chair. You can't expect me, the nominal leader of the public security bureau, to just stand there like a subordinate who's made a mistake and listen to your lecture, can you?"

"Since there's nowhere else to sit, I'll have to sit at this table."

"In fact, you are a unique privilege in this world, someone who makes me treat you this way."

At this point, Machima's lips curled into a slight smile:

"Besides, I know very well what kind of person Yan Liangjun is."

"How could I be so foolish as to use such low-level tactics to win your favor when facing a serious man like you?"

"Really...it was just a momentary lapse in judgment."

Hearing this explanation, Yan Liang couldn't help but sneer inwardly.

The mouth that controls evil, the deceitful ghost.

However, Yan Liang didn't come today to flirt with her. He quickly got to the point:

"Since it wasn't seduction, then you should find someone else to seduce you!"

Yan Liang stared intently at Machima with his white demonic eye, a chilling aura emanating from him:

"You didn't call me here specifically just to tell me this, did you?"

"Let's get straight to the point. What's the mission?"

Seeing Yan Liang's decisiveness, Machima's smile faded somewhat.

"Since Captain Yan Liang is so efficient, then I won't beat around the bush."

She pulled open a drawer next to Yan Liang, took out a report, and placed it on the table in front of him.

“Recently, some very strange things have happened at a hotel in the city center.”

"Many civilians disappeared after entering the hotel, and subsequently, a civilian crime-hunting team sent by the police to investigate also lost contact."

"Preliminary assessment indicates that an evil spirit is at work."

“Originally, I planned to have Hayakawa Aki lead the team to handle it.”

"Because the new recruits in Special Section 4 need practical experience to hone their skills, this is also an opportunity to test their abilities."

“But…” Machima’s tone became more serious at this point, “Although Hayakawa Aki is an excellent demon hunter, he is too sentimental and too prone to taking responsibility.”

"In an unclear situation, if he were to engage in a fierce battle with an unknown demon, he might not be able to shoulder the responsibility of bringing everyone back alive."

Machima continued to add:

"Therefore, I hope that you, Yan Liangjun, will personally help me resolve this matter."

"I think this is nothing to you, who possesses such great power."

After listening quietly to Machima's introduction, Yan Liang didn't even bother to open the report and take another look; he already had a plan in mind.

Having read the original work thoroughly, he knew what kind of creature the eternal demon was. To him, it was as simple as going out for a walk and casually kicking a stray dog ​​to death on the roadside.

"No problem, this is nothing at all."

Yan Liang readily agreed. However, he immediately changed the subject:

“But if you want me to do something, a few nice words from you won’t be enough.”

"I want extra compensation."

"Reward?"

Machima tilted her head, seemingly somewhat surprised by the request.

"Of course. Whatever Yan Liangjun wants, the Public Security Bureau will do its best to satisfy him."

Machima braced her hands on the edge of the table, moving half an inch closer to Yan Liang, her voice as soft as a demon's whisper:

"So, what do you want? A bonus several times greater than what you have now? Or a more luxurious residence? Or a luxury car?"

At this point, Machima paused, her voice becoming even more suggestive:

"Or perhaps... a woman who can keep you entertained at night?"

Faced with Machima's temptation, Yan Liang remained unmoved and simply shook his head:

“I can get any of those things I want anytime I want. I have no interest in them.”

Yan Liang raised his eyes, his tone resolute:

"What I want is the same as last time."

"Give me the right to freely enter and exit underground police facilities and to come into contact with those imprisoned demons."

“Agree to this condition, and I guarantee to bring your people back safe and sound.”

"Otherwise, let's not talk about it."

Chapter Sixty-Four: Kill the Devil with the Gun

Upon hearing Yan Liang make this request again, Machima spoke in a gentle tone:

"Yan Liangjun, you really are persistent."

"However, I think I already explained this last time, didn't I?"

"The underground facilities of the public security bureau hold extremely dangerous demons, some of whom are involved in state secrets."

"Even for me, it would be very difficult to grant full access to someone who has only recently joined the police force."

Machima sighed, looking conflicted.

"Therefore, I'm afraid I cannot agree to this condition."

"no?"

Yan Liang's expression immediately turned cold.

His main motivation for joining the police force was to come into contact with the demons in the underground prison and to find clues about returning home.

But after so long, there has been no progress, which Yan Liang cannot accept.

And now, Machima is clearly playing games with him, which makes him even more annoyed.

"boom!"

Not willing to give him even the slightest bit of a friendly look, Yan Liang slammed his hand on the desk in front of him.

"Machima, are you kidding me?"

He narrowed his eyes, his tone carrying a threatening undertone, as if he might turn on you and flip the table at any moment:

"Our cooperation is based on equivalent exchange."

“I do the work for you, and you give me what I want. I don’t think this kind of thing needs to be said openly.”

"And now, you want me to do things for you, but you don't want to give me what I want?"

Yan Liang sneered: