The North American Gourmet Demon Handbook

As the Wizards' discussions gradually got back on track, James Drummond felt a little better.

Therefore, he did not care about the wizards' ulterior motives and discussed whether to trip up Senator Hamilton - at a moment like this, it is always better to unite against a common enemy than to trip up each other, isn't it?

James Drummond casually flipped through the stack of faxed DNA test reports and waved to his beautiful secretary in a suit.

The secretary tactfully brought a cup of Indonesian coffee.

James Drummond placed the stack of fax papers on the heavy mahogany table and took the exquisite bone china cup. At this time, the beautiful female secretary ran in quickly with a mobile phone in her arms.

"Your private encrypted line." The secretary bent down respectfully and handed over the phone. A faint gap could be seen at the tight collar of his white shirt.

As soon as the phone touched James Drummond's ear, panicked shouts rushed out of the phone impatiently and spread across the spacious conference room.

"Dad! Dad! Save me! Dad! Save me!"

The scream shook James so much that he knocked over his coffee cup, and the coffee from Kalimantan soaked the stack of DNA test reports.

Alex's desperate cry for help interrupted all discussions in the conference room.

Everyone fell silent, many people chanted spells silently, with a witchcraft glow on their bodies, but no one spoke to interrupt Alex's crying.

After all, he is the only heir to the Drummond family.

However, the kidnapper on the other end of the phone was obviously not as humane as the respectable wizards present.

Soon, the wailing stopped abruptly, and an electronic synthesized voice replaced Alex's voice.

"Mr. James Drummond? Good evening." The cold electronic synthesized voice seemed to convey a playful smile, which made James Drummond's mouth twitch slightly.

"I think you already know the purpose of my call——"

James Drummond is like an angry lion.

"I don't care what you do! If you dare to hurt my son, I swear I will make you pay! I will send people to hunt you down to the ends of the earth! I will make you feel pain deeper than the deepest hell!"

His hair and beard were standing on end, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked extremely angry.

If Li Shanze had not known Archibald Drummond's background from Cyrus Morton a long time ago, he might have really thought that this "James Drummond" was Alex's biological father.

No, that's not right. In a sense, Alex is also Archibald's son...

My son's son is still my son. Are you also a Paradox player, old man?

Li Shanze was not angry at Archibald's Oscar-winning performance.

On the contrary, Li Shanze's tone became more and more nonchalant.

"Given your uncooperative attitude, I have decided to let your son experience deep pain first. Perhaps a night will help you calm down. Tomorrow, you will receive a surprise gift at your mansion in Philadelphia."

After saying that, Li Shanze hung up the phone.

Then he looked at Alex with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Alex, it seems your father doesn't love you as much as you think."

"You are trying to sow discord!" Although Alex was full of fear, there was still some disdain in his tone that was hard to conceal in the face of such despicable provocation.

Li Shanze smiled contemptuously: "Do you think your father's anger just now was from the heart?"

Although Alex wanted to nod, he held back because of the gun barrel in Li Shanze's hand - after all, the black muzzle was too convincing.

"No, he's just defending his authority. He's just angry because his authority has been challenged! Let me tell you what a father who truly loves his son would do."

"He would definitely be concerned about his son's safety first, and would try to appease the kidnappers gently, trying not to anger them. No matter what conditions the kidnappers put forward, he would agree to them first - to ensure his son's safety as much as possible."

Li Shanze narrated the story from an outsider's perspective, as if he was completely unaware that he was the "kidnapper."

"Do you understand now? A father who loves his son will not yell at the kidnappers in anger, because no one can guarantee what kind of harm his son will suffer if he angers the kidnappers."

Li Shanze spread out his hands and said.

However, Alex still had an expression that said, "Really? I don't believe it."

"I'll convince you with facts." Li Shanze was still grinning, as if he was just joking. "It's a pity, Alex, that a 'kidnapper' like me was angered by your father's pretentiousness."

Then, the next second, Li Shanze made a lightning-fast move, and with a crisp click, Alex's right arm was torn off.

Alex was caught off guard. He screamed like a pig being slaughtered because of the severe pain, his expression was distorted and tears were streaming down his face.

Li Shanze just stared at him coldly, with no mercy in his heart.

When he thought that Alex Drummond was one of the initiators of the new coronavirus pandemic in this alien world - the reason why he was one of them was because Li Shanze did not believe that the US government could be cleared of responsibility for such a large-scale poisoning operation - Li Shanze wanted to tear him apart alive.

If it wasn't for the purpose of luring out Archibald Drummond and the "plague spreader" Suffocates, Li Shanze would not have had the patience to play the kidnapping game.

"Well, have you yelled enough?" Li Shanze still smiled. "If you yell again, you'll lose your other arm, Alex."

Hearing Li Shanze's threat, Alex obediently suppressed his screams.

Even though Li Shanze was bandaging the wound on his broken arm and kindly disinfecting it with alcohol, he tried his best to hold back.

Because he was trying hard to suppress his screams, Alex's already distorted expression became even more distorted. His face was covered with cold sweat, tears and snot. His eyeballs bulged outward and looked like they were about to fall out of their sockets.

This made Li Shanze feel much better. At least he was not as angry anymore.

"Now, do you believe what I said?" Li Shanze asked slowly after bandaging Alex's wound.

Alex was afraid that he would shout as soon as he opened his mouth, so he nodded desperately, causing cold sweat and tears to fly everywhere.

"Alas, if you want to blame someone, blame your arrogant father," Li Shanze said jokingly. "If he hadn't refused to cooperate, you wouldn't have had to suffer this, poor Alex."

Alex said nothing, just nodded. As for whether he really felt resentment towards his "father" in his heart, Li Shanze had no idea.

Li Shanze just weighed Alex's right arm in a funny way, as if he was weighing a ham.

"Don't worry, Alex, I'll let you see your father—at least your right arm will see him first tomorrow."

"I believe that after seeing such convincing evidence, Mr. James Drummond will have due respect for me."

"As for how many batches you can meet your father in, it all depends on Mr. James Drummond's attitude."

After saying that, Li Shanze picked up Alex's right arm and walked away. Blood trickled out from the broken right arm, leaving bloodstains on the floor.

Even after Li Shanze left, Alex still didn't dare to cry out loudly. He knelt on the ground in pain, suppressing his tears and crying softly, which sounded like the cry of a wounded beast.

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"How about it, have you located the kidnapper's position?" James Drummond looked at the wizards.

"AT&T reported that they couldn't pinpoint the location of the other party. They could only vaguely trace it to Pennsylvania and New Jersey—the positioning signal was interfered with by witchcraft."

James Drummond nodded expressionlessly. "So, what about the prophecy? Did you find the audacious kidnapper?"

"The prophecy spell has been severely disrupted. I even have a feeling that if I continue divination, something bad will happen!"

"I think at least a wizard from the Brotherhood of Time Skeletons at the level of Witchcraft Executor is involved." Another wizard replied with a somewhat painful expression.

The wizard's face was pale and he looked like he had suffered a serious hidden injury.

James Drummond's face turned livid: "Dillon McGee? Does he want to cause trouble for me too?"

"No, it's not Dillon McKee, my dear friend," said Marco Giuseppe Romano, a cigar in his hand.

"I happen to have a few friends in the Time Skeleton Brotherhood, and I happened to hear about it from them."

Although the pot-bellied Romano said "just right" twice in a row, no one would think that it was really just "just right".

"The respected Grand Wizard Dillon McGee of the Brotherhood of Time Skeletons has requested that the Brotherhood of Time Skeletons behave themselves and refrain from casting any time-related spells near Philadelphia to avoid any unforeseen consequences."

"Perhaps, something worse is interfering with the divination spells. It seems that this kidnapper is more troublesome than we thought."

"Perhaps we should listen to his request and make further plans after gathering more intelligence."

Romano concluded. He glanced tentatively at James Drummond.

"Hmph. Sitting and waiting for death is not the Drummond family's style." James Drummond did not get angry, but snorted coldly.

He stood up and opened his arms, and the secretary held his coat and put it on him.

"Everyone, it looks like tonight's dinner party has to be canceled. I have to go back to Philadelphia. I want to first meet with the FBI's Grand Knight in charge of this case, and then visit my old friends."

After saying this, James Drummond symbolically lifted the hat that his secretary had just put on him, performed a simple hat-taking salute, and then left.

Only a room full of wizards from major pharmaceutical companies were left looking at each other in bewilderment.

Author's words: Thanks to Aji and Xiaopingguo112633 for their recommendation votes

272 Our respective nights

Al clumsily cut the grilled eel with his knife and fork, but as soon as the knife in his hand touched the eel, the sauce splashed and drew a red exclamation mark on his shirt.

"Can this thing really be eaten with a knife and fork?" Al looked at the soft eel that was pierced by the fork, and simply put down the fork and picked up the spoon.

He scooped up the shredded eel with a spoon and spread it on the rice with a pickled plum embedded in it. Then he fiddled with the spoon for a long time and wrapped a piece of eel with white rice.

"Hmm, this tastes a lot like Sartù di Riso (an Italian dish)!" Al exclaimed with satisfaction after tasting it.

The steamed rice looked like a snow-covered volcanic plateau. The satisfying feeling of each distinct grain of rice, coated in eel fat, sliding down your esophagus was truly magnificent.

Al even subconsciously wanted to snap his fingers and order a glass of whiskey.

Fortunately, he still remembered the kind and gentle smile of the old woman as she apologized and said that no alcohol was served here.

Al scooped up another piece of eel with his spoon, then scooped up some rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

Before he knew it, Al was somewhat addicted to the sticky feeling of his teeth tangling with the caramelized skin of the grilled eel.

So he began to eat voraciously.

Enzo, on the other hand, was still carefully cutting the eel with his knife and fork. He ate very slowly and carefully.

"You're right, a knife and fork don't seem to be a good tool for eating Japanese food." Enzo looked a little troubled - white people have no cultural conversion, so naturally they would not call Japanese food cuisine.

However, when Enzo curiously asked the old woman, who was not sure whether she was 80 or 90 years old, about this matter, the answer he got was no.

"We have always used knives and forks." The old woman smiled with some confusion, as if she didn't understand why the two guests asked such a strange question.

The two brothers always felt that something was a little weird, but they couldn't figure it out. They could only attribute it to "mysterious Japanese culture" and buried their heads in dinner.

Dinner ended in this quiet atmosphere.

After paying the bill, Enzo asked curiously, "Old man, we want to go to Philadelphia. Do you know which road to take to leave Kaguya Town? Also, what's with that blue mist?"

When the old woman heard Enzo's question, fear appeared on her face.

She shook her head slowly: "I can't leave, I can't leave. It's dangerous, don't leave, don't leave."

After speaking incoherently, the old woman lowered her head and refused to speak any more.

Her originally kind face became miserable and filled with fear.

Enzo's expression changed, and he quickly asked, "Wait, old man, what do you mean by inseparable? Are you saying you can't leave Kaguya Town? Is there any danger there?"

But no matter what Enzo asked, the old woman was unwilling to speak anymore. She just kept shaking her head. Her originally graceful demeanor disappeared and she became timid.

After asking questions to no avail, the two brothers had to leave the restaurant in disappointment, but neither of them looked very happy.

The two of them wanted to find other townspeople in Kaguya Town to find out what was going on, but unexpectedly, the restaurant owner was the most enthusiastic.

Other people they met refused to even speak to them.

Faced with the two brothers' questioning, he just shook his head and hurried away. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be afraid of something.

As the night deepened, the paper lanterns in Kaguya Town began to go out one after another.

Until the lanterns of the small restaurant they visited finally went out, Kaguya Town was completely shrouded in the darkness.

The two brothers sat in the Ford Kuga, their faces becoming increasingly ugly.

"What do you mean we can't leave? Are we going to be trapped in this weird little town?" Al roared loudly, expressing his fear. "Where is the danger?"

Enzo looked at the "No Signal" on his phone with a grim face and sighed.

"Al, avoid that strange fog and drive around this town. Try your luck. Maybe there's a cell phone signal somewhere."

Al was terrified: "You better hold the gun tight, Enzo."

"This is a weird place... Praying to the Virgin Mary for a gun might actually work." Enzo said, making the sign of the cross on his chest.

"Stop saying scary things now!" Al complained loudly and slowly started the car.

The tattered second-hand car started up, and the sound of the engine seemed particularly loud in the quiet night.

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"Honey, are you really going to do this?" Xia Li looked at Li Shanze and asked.

Ever since she had a substantial relationship with Li Shanze - or more precisely, after other women also got rooms in the RV, Xia Li changed the way she addressed Li Shanze to "dear".