I am the devil, I only know how to trade.

Metropolitan Police Department.

Yukino looked at the bewildered Arata Kaizaki, went through the motions, and then asked, "What is your relationship with Michiru Saeki?"

“She is my senior,” Arata Kaizaki murmured.

He had no idea what was going on and was inexplicably brought here by the police, who were criminal investigators.

"Are you aware of what happened at your company today?" Yukino asked.

"What happened to my company?" Arata Kaizaki asked, looking completely bewildered.

“Michiru Saeki, armed with two submachine guns, killed everyone in your company,” Yukino said.

When they arrived, everyone was already dead, including Michiru Saeki.

She sat quietly in her seat, her computer on, with a calligraphy scroll beside her—a large character for "endurance."

There was also a line of small writing in pencil next to it: I couldn't hold back anymore.

She did not die by suicide; there were no wounds on her body, nor any signs of drug use.

Just like... natural death.

An autopsy determined that everyone except her died from gunshot wounds, and the boss was hit by an unknown number of bullets.

Everyone else had a fatal gunshot wound to the temple.

The bullets on their bodies were distributed very irregularly; apart from the gunshot wound to their temple, it seemed to have been fired indiscriminately in a fit of rage.

No matter how it was examined, those bullets belonged to a submachine gun, and the only fingerprints on the submachine gun were those of Michi Saeki.

Upon seeing the two guns and the manner of her death, Yukino immediately realized what had happened; it was clearly Luo Feng's doing.

But the case can't be closed like this; it still needs to go through the proper procedures.

For example, investigate where the gun came from and why she could use a submachine gun so easily.

"Huh?" Arata Kaizaki's eyes widened. "Are you kidding me?"

boom!

The male police officer next to Yukino slammed his fist on the table: "What do you think this place is?"

Arata Kaizaki was terrified; it was his first time in jail.

"Really? Really?" Arata Kaizaki still couldn't believe it, as if he had heard a fairy tale.

Seriously, Saeki-senpai was such a gentle person, how could he kill everyone with just two submachine guns? That's impossible!

and many more……

He suddenly remembered that Saeki-senpai had told him not to go to the company that morning. Could it be...?

He broke out in a cold sweat.

After all, he didn't witness the scene of death, so while the impact was significant, it wasn't enough to completely break him down.

"What do you know?" Yukino asked quickly, noticing the change in his expression.

“Saeki-senpai… sent me an email this morning, telling me not to go to the company.” Arata Kaizaki trembled.

He felt those people deserved to die.

But what about Saeki-senpai?

She's not just going to jail, she might even face the death penalty, right?

Japan's death penalty is a joke, but she had no background and still killed so many people!

“Tell us everything you know,” Yukino said. “For example, do you know his motive for killing?”

"I think I know..."

…………

Luo Feng looked at the news report, which said that a madman had somehow obtained two submachine guns and was killing people in a frenzy. He couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

This woman who broke down because of herself yesterday is quite interesting.

It's not that she was driven to the brink of collapse by herself, but rather by those people. She was merely a tool to ignite their anger.

Seeing his masterpiece, Luo Feng stretched.

Why is his business so successful? It's still a problem within humanity itself.

He suddenly remembered a fragment of memory: back in China, there was a guy who was always bullied by his roommates, and when he graduated, he smashed them all to death with a hammer.

Seriously, why do we have to force honest people to do this?

If she hadn't been forced into this situation, why would she want to die? And if she didn't want to die, why would she have come here?

They dug their own graves.

Luo Feng shook his head, stood up, and walked out of the izakaya.

Soon, he arrived at Akihabara, at the maid café where Yui Yuigahama worked.

They chatted for a long time last night, and she, who had originally decided not to know when they would meet again, directly invited Luo Feng to meet today.

This rebellion was just an interlude for him; he wouldn't dwell on it too much.

When Luo Feng arrived at the coffee shop, Yui Yuigahama looked delighted and said, "Master, welcome home."

Since it's not the weekend, there aren't as many people as usual.

Maid cafes in Akihabara are notoriously expensive, and many people only experience them once and never want to go a second time.

"How is it? Is it suitable?" Luo Feng's gaze fell on Yui Yuigahama's left hand.

“That’s fine…” Yui Yuigahama said somewhat awkwardly, “Um, I’ll go tell the owner that we need to use the kitchen.”

“Go ahead.” Luo Feng nodded.

Yui Yuigahama quickly went to find the boss.

She wasn't trying to trick Luo Feng into coming here to spend money; she planned to use the money she spent on making the cake and such to treat him.

Although it wasn't cheap, it was nothing compared to what Luo Feng gave the foreman yesterday.

After they had discussed it, she took Luo Feng into the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn't large, but it had everything you needed.

The cakes and pastries at maid cafes are all made to order, and they have all the ingredients you need.

When the chef saw that Yui Yuigahama was going to cook and that there were guests supporting her, he couldn't help but look at Luo Feng with new respect.

What a brave warrior!

Soon, Yui Yuigahama started making a cake.

When adding ingredients, she not only adds milk, but also cooking wine...

"Why add cooking wine?" Luo Feng asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Because we need to enhance the flavor." Yui Yuigahama said matter-of-factly, making the chefs next to her start to question their own existence.

"Is that so... How about I show you my improved cake?" Luo Feng said, "Adding cooking wine is no problem, but you'll need to add some other things."

"Add something else?" Yui Yuigahama's eyes lit up; she loved adding things.

She watched Luo Feng add ingredients and felt it was about the same as what she would add herself.

If she succeeds in making this cake, it means she hasn't made any mistakes, she's just not skilled enough yet.

Actually, this depends on your culinary skills. It's completely different for someone who knows nothing and just makes a mess of things compared to someone who knows everything and just adds things together.

“Then you need to stir it,” Luo Feng said. “Give it a try.”

Start stirring with Yui Hihama.

"You're using the wrong force, like this."

Luo Feng gave a demonstration.

Yui Yuigahama continued, but she still couldn't grasp the knack; it also required a certain amount of experience.

Luo Feng walked up behind her, grabbed her wrists with both hands, and whispered in her ear, "Come on, I'll teach you."

Yui Yuigahama's pretty face flushed red all the way to the roots of her neck.

Isn't this progressing too fast?

"Don't get distracted, I'm teaching you how to cook," Luo Feng said softly.

The chubby chef standing nearby remarked that if he had taught the students that way, they would have called the police long ago!

Does being handsome give you the right to do whatever you want?

Chapter 219 My Clothes Are Getting Looser

Hearing Luo Feng's voice so close to her ear, Yui Yuigahama felt a tickle in her ears.

No, I can't let my mind wander. If I do, people will see that I'm guilty.

That's right, I'm just learning to cook in a simple way, feeling the power of the ingredients...

Luo Feng carefully maintained the appropriate distance and placed his hand on her wrist, teaching her little by little.

He wasn't in a rush, otherwise he might scare the girl away.

Seeing that Luo Feng did not take any further action, Yui Yuigahama breathed a sigh of relief.

After Yui Yuigahama relaxed, she realized that Luo Feng seemed to be simply teaching her how to generate power.

She followed Luo Feng's wrist and moved it, feeling that she quickly grasped the trick. This way of applying force not only saved more effort, but also made the stuff being stirred more evenly.

The stirring process was soon complete.

Luo Feng released Yui Yuigahama and smiled, "If we grill it now, it should taste pretty good."

"Hmm, I'll give it a try..." Yui Yuigahama felt a little embarrassed as she looked at the strange gazes of the chef and the maid who came to make the omelet rice.

She lowered her head and put the food into the oven.

"So, have you mastered this technique of generating power?" Luo Feng asked.