Chainsaw Man, starting contract to cut down the Demon Line

"But it's not a big deal, I might be able to find a way to fix it."

After the car coasted along the highway for a distance, it stalled completely, and a wisp of black smoke came out of the hood.

Yan Liang opened his eyes, frowned, and looked around without saying a word.

From sunrise, to noon, and then to afternoon.

Over the next ten hours, the pickup truck broke down several more times, and they wasted more time on the way back than on the way there.

When the nearly broken-down pickup truck finally drove into Tokyo, it got dark again, and it was 6 p.m.

Looking at the familiar bustling scene on the street outside, the people in the carriage finally had a real sense of "returning to the world alive".

"Waaaaah... We're finally back..." In the back of the car, Dongshan Xiaohong, who had been on edge all day, could no longer hold back and hugged her knees, curling up in a corner and crying tears of joy.

Hayakawa Akiya let out a long sigh of relief, his tense back finally slumping against the edge of the carriage.

"Phew, I'm finally back alive."

"Right now, all I want to do is rush back to my apartment, take a hot shower, have a huge meal, and sleep for three days and three nights..."

Ji Ye rubbed his sore shoulders, just about to step on the brakes and find a place to dump this broken car.

"Buzz-"

But just then, her cell phone suddenly vibrated rapidly in her pocket.

Himeya gripped the steering wheel with one hand and took out her phone.

The moment Ji Ye saw the contents of the text message, her previously exhausted face suddenly froze. Then, her eyes lit up, as if she had been given a shot of adrenaline.

"What's wrong, Himeno-senpai?" Hayakawa Aki, who was behind her, noticed her change in mood and asked with some confusion.

"It's a party! It's a party!!!"

The fatigue on Ji Ye's face vanished instantly, replaced by excitement:

"It's a gathering organized by Miss Machima! It's a welcome party specially held to celebrate the new recruits joining the Fourth Anti-Magic Division!"

"The police will reimburse you, and all the drinks are welcome!!!"

"Huh?" Hayakawa Aki paused for a moment, then hesitated before retorting, "That's not a good idea. Normally, I need to organize the data and report back to Ms. Machima. Let's go for a drink now..."

"Oh, let's not dwell on these trivial matters now. We've escaped death, so of course we should celebrate with a drink!" Interrupting Hayakawa Aki, Himeno clasped her hands together, looking pitifully at Yan Liang in the passenger seat, and pleaded with him:

"Captain—come on, come on! This is a rare opportunity for a meal paid for with public funds! Let's all go and relax, please!"

Yan Liang raised an eyebrow as he looked at Ji Ye, who suddenly seemed like a completely different person.

"Speaking of which..." Yan Liang suddenly stroked his chin and asked thoughtfully, "That guy Denji will be there tonight too, right?"

"Of course! He's a newcomer that Section Four is focusing on, Miss Machima will definitely call him!" Hime nodded repeatedly, afraid that Yan Liang would refuse.

Electric times...

A thought suddenly flashed through Yan Liang's mind.

If I ever want to go to that run-down place, Shuijing Township, I'll definitely need to bring my own electric scooter.

But getting someone to do something isn't something you can get them to do with just a few words.

On the surface, he might agree out of fear. But in reality, when he actually orders him around, he'll likely be two-faced because of his inner resentment.

I need to talk to him beforehand, or maybe fool that silly boy a little, so that he'll be willing to work for me. This party is just the perfect opportunity.

With that in mind, Yan Liang spoke calmly and made his decision:

"Since it's a meal paid for with public funds, I have no reason to refuse."

"Let's go, let's just change direction..."

Chapter 104 My Neck Feels Itchy

Tokyo nights are always so noisy.

"Ding-a-ling—"

The doorbell rang crisply, and Yan Liang opened the sliding door. The aroma of grilled meat and beer, along with the bustling noise of the izakaya, wafted out.

The long tatami table was already filled with about seven or eight demon hunters of all kinds. Gathered together, they created a lively and boisterous scene.

"Hey! I've already said, this biggest piece of meat is mine! You damned demon, you better give me a break right now!"

"Shut up! I was the one who set my sights on her first! Humans should just stick to being vegetarians!"

In the corner of the low table, Dianci and Pawa arrived, and at that moment, the two were arguing over the meat in the grill.

Just as the two were arguing fiercely, Dianci suddenly saw Yan Liang and his group walking in through the door, and the chopsticks in his hand stopped in mid-air.

"Holy crap..." Denji's eyes widened as he muttered to the four of them.

"Where did you guys go scavenging for junk? What kind of mess is this?"

Hearing Denji's loud shouts, many of his colleagues in the izakaya stopped talking and turned to look at the door.

It's no wonder Denji reacted this way; the squad that just walked in looked utterly disheveled.

Yan Liang, who was walking at the front, was in good condition. His black suit was still neat and his expression was calm, maintaining a relatively dignified demeanor.

But the three people behind him looked like they had just escaped from a refugee camp.

Throughout the journey, Himeko was still wearing the bathrobe she hadn't had time to change out of at the hotel, but she wore a suit jacket over it. Hayakawa Aki's suit jacket, on the other hand, was already wrinkled and covered with dark red stains of mud and blood, and he looked exhausted as if all his energy had been drained.

As for Dongshan Xiaohong, her clothes were equally disheveled. Perhaps unaccustomed to the lively atmosphere, she hid behind Yan Liang as usual.

"Don't even mention it, Denji-kun."

Hime kicked off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the tatami mat. She grabbed a glass of draft beer that someone had just poured and gulped it down.

"Ha—I'm alive again!" Wiping the foam from the corner of his mouth, Hime exhaled a breath of alcohol and waved his hand with a wry smile.

"If you had held this party a day later, you probably would have only been able to invite me for drinks at your funeral."

"I just went on vacation to the countryside, and I almost got chopped into meat dumplings by hundreds of monsters."

"Hundreds of monsters?" Pava chewed on the meat he had stolen and sneered. "Too weak! If I were here, how could you be in such a sorry state?"

"Yes, yes, you're the best, Pava." Hime smiled dismissively, too lazy to argue with her.

At this moment, Yan Liang ignored everyone's gaze. His eyes swept around the izakaya and walked to the far end of the long table.

According to etiquette, that is the seat with the best view and the most comfortable position.

Yan Liang sat down with an air of authority, as if the seat had been reserved for him, and casually picked up the menu on the table.

This perfectly natural action quieted down the otherwise bustling izakaya.

Many people only know that Yan Liang, the captain of the Fourth Anti-Demon Division, exists, but because Yan Liang is not usually present, many people are seeing him for the first time.

This first meeting left a very bad impression.

Of course, he wouldn't care if Yan Liang knew what they were thinking.

According to the original story, many of the people drinking right now will soon die from the sword demon's revenge.

Back to reality, a police colleague frowned, stood up, and reminded him with an unhappy expression:

"Um... I'm sorry."

"That seat was reserved for Miss Machima, please find another seat."

The atmosphere became tense immediately after these words were spoken. Just as Hayakawa Aki was about to speak up to smooth things over, she saw Yan Liang slowly put down the menu.

"Reserved?"

Yan Liang rested his chin on one hand, lowered his eyes, and spoke slowly without even raising his head:

"Hasn't she arrived yet?"

"But..." the man still wanted to argue.

"But what?" Before he could finish speaking, Yan Liang interrupted him: "Since she hasn't arrived yet, let's wait until she comes before we talk about it."

“If she thinks I don’t deserve to sit here, let Machima come over and talk to me in person.”

These arrogant words caused a small commotion at the long table.

"Hey... who is this guy? Why is he so arrogant?"

"Didn't you know? We heard before that headquarters parachuted in a powerful person, personally appointed by Miss Machima, who directly replaced the original team leader and took over Hayakawa Aki's group."

"Even as the new captain, isn't this a bit too arrogant?"

"Judging by his delicate skin, he's probably some high-ranking official who planted this gilded young master in his hands. Hayakawa-senpai is really unlucky to be working with someone like this..."

Whispers filled the izakaya, and everyone's gaze turned suspicious as they scrutinized Yan Liang.

For demon hunters who believe in the law of the jungle, a parachuted-in, decorative boss is the easiest to be ostracized.

Hayakawa Aki didn't answer, silently sitting down in an empty seat not far from Yan Liang, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Dongshan Xiaohong followed Yan Liang and sat down next to him.

Listening to the increasingly noisy discussions around him, Yan Liang finally felt that it was getting a bit too noisy.

He sighed. He slowly raised his head, and his white demonic eye swept over everyone present.

"..."

The moment those white eyes swept over them, everyone in the izakaya unconsciously shut their mouths.

An indescribable sense of oppression pressed down on everyone's chest, causing them to feel a tightness in their chest and a sense of panic.

The demon hunters sitting here are all seasoned veterans. They certainly wouldn't be intimidated by a single eye, but being stared at by that eye gave them a strange feeling—

In their vision, the warm lights around them seemed to dim. An instinctive fear rose from the depths of their souls.

Then, they seemed to feel a slight itch on their necks.

It was as if their lives were completely in the hands of the man sitting in the main seat; with just a flick of his finger, their heads would fall off their necks.

Realizing this, cold sweat involuntarily streamed down their foreheads.

Do you have any opinions about me?

"Don't worry, I have a very good temper..."

"If you really have opinions about me, then speak your mind. I won't make things difficult for you."

Seeing that everyone had stopped talking about him, Yan Liang picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and spoke in the same calm and collected tone.

Upon hearing this, both Pawa and Denji twitched their lips, exchanged a glance, and chose to remain silent, focusing solely on eating their rice with chopsticks.

This time, the huge izakaya was deathly silent; no one dared to speak.

Chapter 105 I really wasn't lying to you.

Silent……

After Ziyan Liang spoke, the only sound in the large izakaya was the sizzling of the pork belly on the grill.

Several police officers sitting in the distance swallowed hard, their backs soaked with cold sweat.

They finally realized that this newly appointed captain was not someone they could easily manipulate.

Seeing that the atmosphere here was about to drop to freezing point, Hime sighed inwardly.

"Hahaha! Oh, Captain, the Captain is just joking with you guys."

"Captain, why did you suddenly scare them like that?"

Ji Ye suddenly slapped her thigh and burst into laughter. She grabbed the beer mug on the table and slammed it hard on the wooden table, changing the subject.

"Come on, everyone, stop standing there and let's drink!"

"Anyway, Miss Machima is treating, so there aren't many opportunities to eat and drink on public funds. Drink as much as you want!" Ji Ye laughed, casually pouring drinks for her colleague next to her, and continued:

"By the way, it seems like not everyone has arrived yet?"

"Where are Yamada and Sato, who just arrived? Aren't they the ones who love to join in the fun? Why haven't we seen them this time?"

Upon hearing Hime's question, the expression of a demon hunter holding a wine glass next to him suddenly darkened.

He lowered his head, looked at the murky liquid in his glass, and answered dryly: