Chainsaw Man, starting contract to cut down the Demon Line

"First, tell us about your true identity and origins. Then, explain in detail what the demon you have contracted with is and where the limits of your abilities lie."

Yan Liang didn't even think twice before spouting lies:

"Me? I'm from Tsurumi, Japan."

He continued his rambling in a flat tone:

"As for the demon I made a pact with... it's the Cursed Demon. Oh right, it also has a name, Ryoumen Sukuna."

"What nonsense!"

Before Yan Liang could finish speaking, the old man with a face full of age spots rudely interrupted him:

“The curse demon is locked up in the police’s underground prison, and we’ve already figured out its abilities completely.”

"Do you think we're playing house with you?! Tell me the truth!"

Just as Yan Liang was about to say something casual, another gaunt old man beside him eagerly chimed in:

"Look at your attitude! Do you even know how many people all over Japan are eyeing this vice-captain position? How many people are desperate to get it?!"

"Don't be ungrateful! Back then, you were just an unknown nobody, and it was Miss Machima who overcame all opposition and immense pressure to recruit you into the police force!"

It's bad enough that you don't know how to be grateful, but now you dare to try and fool us with this attitude?!

Before Yan Liang could even speak, the old men started shouting at each other, their voices so loud that they echoed jarringly in the conference room.

However, upon hearing these words, Yan Liang's expression suddenly darkened.

He squinted, his gaze sweeping over the indignant old men and over Machima, who sat silently smiling in the middle.

Realizing something, Yan Liang remained silent for a moment, then suddenly abandoned his previous nonchalance and sat up straight.

"Let me interrupt for a moment."

He looked at the old men across the table and asked calmly:

"I have a question I'm very curious about..."

"Do you think that just because I joined the Public Security Bureau, I must be grateful to Machima and accept her kindness?"

The group was taken aback by Yan Liang's sudden question, but quickly, an old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses changed his expression, adopting a kind and benevolent facade, and said earnestly:

“Young man, your attitude is wrong. The police gave you shelter, and Miss Machima gave you a chance to prove yourself. We are doing this for your own good…”

"stop."

Yan Liang raised his hand impatiently, interrupting his long-winded speech.

"I've already had enough of patiently sitting in this chair and listening to you all shouting and yelling," Yan Liang said, his eyes chillingly clear. "But if you're going to complain, then complain!"

"I'll ask you again now."

Yan Liang looked at Machima, who was sitting in the middle, but his words were addressed to everyone:

"Do you think that since I joined the Public Security Bureau, and since it was Machima who recruited me, I must obey Machima's every command and listen to her?"

Yan Liang deliberately slowed down his speech:

"Those who agree with this statement, please raise your hands now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old men looked at each other, and then, as if it had been pre-arranged, they all raised their right hands in unison.

"Shh-"

Four withered arms were raised in mid-air, while Machima, sitting in the middle, maintained her posture with her hands supporting her chin, without raising her hands.

Those golden eyes gazed silently at Yan Liang, and the smile on his lips became somewhat intriguing at this moment.

Looking at the four hands that were all in a neat row, Yan Liang leaned back in his chair.

"so it is."

Yan Liang murmured softly, a knowing look flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, seeing Yan Liang leaning back in his chair in silence, the old men seemed to think that Yan Liang had finally come to terms with reality, and their arrogance became even more overbearing.

They lowered their hands, reverting to their arrogant and ugly demeanor, and eagerly began barking at Yan Liang again:

“Since you know this in your heart, you should understand your current situation!” The bald old man pointed at Yan Liang’s nose, spitting as he spoke. “Miss Machima is your guide. Without her, you wouldn’t even be qualified to stand here!”

"This mere brat from who-knows-where is far too arrogant!"

"What do you think Miss Machima is making such a big fuss about—"

The old men's sharp and sarcastic curses rose and fell, as if their fur had been pricked up.

However, this time, unlike before, Yan Liang did not refute, and he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids.

He simply sat in that lonely chair, and under the gaze of everyone, slowly raised his right hand and waved it—

next second.

"Sizzle—!!!"

The entire room suddenly fell silent.

An invisible red line appeared from the necks of the four old men, causing their open mouths to freeze abruptly.

Immediately following were several muffled thuds, "plop," "plop."

Four heads, with gray hair and still bearing the angry expressions from a moment ago, slid off their necks and slammed onto the conference table!

"puff--!"

Only then did the blood gush out like a fountain from the clean cuts on the four headless corpses.

The four corpses slumped limply on the large leather seats.

At that moment, Yan Liang also took a deep breath, stood up from his chair, and went to the table.

Four high-ranking police officers were killed right in front of Machima, but she did not show the expected loss of composure.

Instead, he calmly looked at Yan Liang, the instigator in front of him, and chuckled softly:

"Yan Liangjun, what you're doing is really troubling me..."

Chapter 141: I've reached my limit!

Crimson blood dripped down the wide mahogany tabletop, spreading across the carpet and filling the entire meeting room with a strong, pungent smell of blood.

Yan Liang raised his hand and killed the four noisy old men, his eyes remaining calm.

He sensed something was wrong from the very beginning.

It is known that the Japanese Public Security Bureau is secretly controlled by Machima, in addition to the many suspicious points mentioned earlier.

For example, the four old men's strange expressions and empty eyes, their inexplicable awe of Machima, and their abrupt emotional shifts...

Combining this information, Yan Liang came to a conclusion.

That means these four old men are 99% puppets controlled by Machima, and everything they do is done under Machima's instructions.

Of course, there is indeed a one percent chance that it was not controlled by Machima.

But then they deserve to be killed even more.

How dare they be so arrogant and boss him around without Machima's permission?

Currently, Yan Liang still believes that these people are controlled by Machima.

Therefore, a surge of irritation welled up in his heart again.

They went to such lengths, bringing out these puppets to put on a show, just to force themselves to comply.

Is it necessary?

He stayed with Machima for convenience, to find clues to his way home.

But Machima's current attitude towards him has undoubtedly pushed his patience to the limit.

Thinking of this, Yan Liang took a step forward, walking across the blood-soaked carpet to the conference table, and looked at the pink-haired woman sitting in the center.

"Machima".

Even the pretense of politeness was no longer warranted; Yan Liang's voice was exceptionally cold.

"This is the second time you've tried to pull this clever little trick on me."

"I don't have a very good temper, and I don't like your nonsense of testing me again and again."

"oops……"

Machima remained seated with his hands clasped together, not flinching an inch. His golden, ring-shaped eyes blinked innocently.

"Yan Liangjun, what do you mean by that? I don't quite understand."

"Don't you understand?"

Yan Liang chuckled softly. He leaned down, staring into her eyes, and uttered the taboo word slowly and deliberately:

"Or rather..."

"Dominate the devil."

The moment those four words were uttered, it was as if the air in the conference room had been sucked out.

Machima's smile froze, and even her pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.

It's important to understand that while this wasn't exactly a code, high-ranking officials in the Japanese Public Security Service, the Soviet Union, the United States, and even those on the mainland knew it. But Yan Liang didn't have any channels to contact these organizations, so how could he possibly know this information?

On the other side, even Machima's breathing rhythm remained perfectly steady.

But with his amazing perception, Yan Liang still managed to catch her momentary lapse in concentration.

He simply stopped standing, propped himself up with one hand, and crossed the desk to sit on the table in front of Machima.

The two men, one above the other, were facing each other in a posture just like when Yan Liang first came to Machima's office.

But this time, the situation was reversed. It was Machima looking down at Yan Liang.

Now, Yan Liang is looking down at Machima.

From Yan Liang's current perspective, he can see more things that are not visible from outside the table.

For example, her round, perky buttocks were encased in a black bodycon skirt, and her long legs were covered in semi-transparent black stockings.

Yan Liang only glanced at it before looking away.

It's just a pretty face.

After a brief silence, Machima finally spoke again. Her voice was no longer as gentle as before, and no one knew what she was thinking:

"It seems, Yan Liangjun, that you know far more than I imagined..."

She looked up at Yan Liang, who was sitting at the table, and asked softly:

"Did Captain Shore tell you this secretly without my knowledge?"

"No... he seems to have been behaving very well lately."

"So, was it an American or a Soviet who told you?"

Yan Liang didn't respond to her, only shaking his head impatiently. He moved closer to Machima's face.

"It doesn't matter who told me, and I have no interest in discussing the source of the information with you."

"I'm sitting here today simply to tell you a fact—"

“I know what you are, and I know what you want to do.”

"And here I am, just to reiterate one point to you."

"I have absolutely no interest in what you're trying to do unless it's absolutely necessary."

"But in return, you don't need to provoke me, let alone try to block my way."

"Wouldn't it be better if everyone kept to themselves and did their own thing?"

After hearing Yan Liang's blunt warning, Maqima reverted to her innocent demeanor. She sighed softly and lowered her eyes weakly:

"This is truly heartbreaking... Perhaps you've misunderstood something, Yan Liangjun? I've never had those kinds of feelings for you."

"Tsk."