It's none of my business. I'm just a lunch box seller.

It's just a pity that this ability will probably disappear after they leave hell. The old man simply let Fengyun Zaiqi talk about whatever he wants and say whatever he wants. Then Fengyun Zaiqi went to discuss the programming problems and power structure of the robot with the mad dog AI Sweet Cheese.

Moreover, Sweet Cheese, who is a dull AI, actually sent all the Titan design drawings in the database to the computer of Fengyun Zaiqi. Fengyun Zaiqi also expressed his sincere gratitude to Sweet Cheese for his generosity.

Sweet Cheese said: "If I were not a cute cat but a handsome stallion, I would definitely fall in love with you, meow!"

Wow, this almost developed into a touching love story.

"Okay, let's eat!"

As the sound of Boss Cheng knocking on the pot lid resounded throughout the square, everyone and Fengyun Zaiqi gathered at the dining table. Boss Cheng did not favor one over the other, and he specially prepared a bowl of fruits and vegetables for Rogers's senior sister. There were not only her favorite carrots, but also apples, apple pears, pineapples and other things.

Then, the onion buried deep in the fruit pile was discovered by Fengyun Zaiqi. This mare was also a ruthless horse. She endured the pungent taste of the onion and chewed it into pieces, and then sprayed it hard at Boss Cheng.

Suddenly, a tear rolled down from the corner of Boss Cheng's eye.

"What's coming? Why am I crying? I feel sad..."

"It's onions. I sprayed you with onions."

"Ha!" Boss Cheng shook off the onion crumbs on his face. "It's really unexpected. It turned out to be from onions. This spray moved me to tears. It's so sad and so soul-stirring! But why did you mix onions into your fruit?"

At this time, Captain Rogers put down his bowl and ran away. But Fengyun Zaiqi, who had practiced martial arts, was obviously faster than the captain.

Then, Captain America, who was hit in the lower back by the senior sister's golden horseshoe, was pulled back by the Ma family by biting his collar.

It’s a pity that the time of gathering is always short. When the small dinner is over, time gradually comes to the time of separation.

After nearly two months of getting along, Guts's personality is no longer as silent as before. Moreover, his mission has been completed, and I believe that a certain mysterious existence will keep its promise and restore the half-crazy and half-stupid Casca to health.

Guts, who has learned to smile, tells everyone: "In my world, my friends are also waiting for me to return and travel with them. Although they are not as powerful as you, they are indeed a group of friends worthy of trust."

Boss Cheng, who is more than 12 years older than Gus, patted Gus on the arm like an older brother and told him: "The Man-Splitting Saw is a consumable. If the demons over there are tougher than those in Hell, be careful when stabbing them. But if the demons over there are even more fragile than those here, you might as well listen to my advice and beat those idiots to death."

Guts continued to smile and nodded, replying, "I'll remember that, Makoto...Brother!"

"Hey! That's right!"

Then, Boss Cheng handed Guts a Predator Energy Axe.

"This thing is hard to be noticed when it's not activated. Hide it at your lower back and use the Eternal Greatsword to block it. At a critical moment, this hiding may help you turn defeat into victory!"

Guts looked at the energy axe in his hand, then looked at Brother Cheng, and suddenly he felt like there was sand in his eyes.

But before Gus could thank him again, Boss Cheng went to Erlang Shen.

Erlang Shen held a pile of tea leaves and asked the boss, "Are these for me?"

"Nonsense, who else should I give it to if not you? But I can't give it all to you at once. I have to leave some for the old man as well!"

After expressing his gratitude, Erlang Shen immediately put the unopened tea leaves into his treasure bag. He had to apologize to Boss Cheng. After all, gifts should be reciprocated, but he couldn't do it. Erlang Shen had nothing to give, so he couldn't let him give the Roaring Sky Dog or the Demon-Slaying Sword to Boss Cheng as a parting gift!

However, Boss Cheng neither blamed nor criticized Erlang Shen. Instead, he took out another Plunderer Energy Axe and gave it to Erlang Shen.

"Unlike the one I gave to Guts, this axe is not only a testament to our friendship, but also proof that Yang Jian from Guanjiangkou once fought in another world."

After saying this, Boss Cheng responded with a smile that said, "You should understand what I mean."

Of course Erlang Shen understood! What he was holding in his hand at that moment was not an axe at all, but important evidence for the Thousand-Two Grass Head God to obtain the title of Heaven!

But when Boss Cheng offered the axe to Mr. Dongfang, he was rejected outright. The old man even confiscated the tea leaves and asked Boss Cheng to give the remaining tea leaves to Erlang Shen.

"Because I'm already dead!" Old Master Dongfang simply explained the reasons why he went astray. "I've already died in my disciple's arms, and I've resolved all my regrets before I died. Next, I plan to change a few more worlds and live the rest of my life as I please."

"And there's more!" Old Master Dongfang warned Boss Cheng: "From now on, don't call me 'Grandpa' all the time. I'll only be 13 when I die. Boss, how can you have the nerve to call someone who is only years older than you 'Grandpa'?"

"Fuck..." Boss Cheng looked as if he had just eaten a dead duck neck and asked Dongfang Bubai, "Then how can you have the nerve to call yourself 'old man' all the time? And your 49-year-old face looks too old!"

"That's all because of my beard!"

"No, you look old with a beard and you blame me?"

"What are you looking at?" asked Dongfang Bubai.

"I'm just looking at you, so what?" Boss Cheng replied.

"Why? You want to practice with me?"

"Hey, interesting! Am I afraid of you?"

However, just when others thought that the two were about to fight, they just kept laughing like lunatics.

Before leaving, Erlang Shen sighed with a hint of sadness: "This farewell to you may be a farewell forever. But Yang Jian hopes to see you again one day!"

Boss Cheng shrugged and said, "Maybe one day, my store will be opened in your place."

"If that day really comes!" Gus said with a smile, "Then I will definitely invite you to come to my place to kill demons!"

Captain Rogers also echoed: "That's right, let's team up and kill again!"

Rogers's eldest sister also asked: "Then next time you kill the demon, can you take me with you?"

"why not?"

Everyone shrugged and laughed.

In the blink of an eye, Gus and Erlang Shen disappeared one after another. Then it was Captain Rogers's eldest sister, and then it was Dongfang Bubai and Rogers' turn.

And then……

There's no after that.

Sweet Cheese, who was still standing there, asked Boss Cheng: "Iron Yu, why are you and I still here, meow? Can we never go back, meow?"

"I……"

"I don't know either..."

—End of Volume 1—

0117 To the Warriors Who Defeated the Boss

“Look, Shaxian snacks!”

“Look, Lanzhou Ramen!”

“Look, Anhui beef noodles!”

"Look, dumplings with big stuffing from Northeast China!"

"Look, braised chicken with rice!"

A town street that can be seen at a glance, with various local snacks on both sides of the slightly crowded street. Some magnificent golden buildings are interspersed among various dilapidated houses, forming a sense of disharmony and fragmentation full of postmodernism.

In fact, this place is indeed divided. In sharp contrast to the bustling crowds on the street, every magnificent building has its doors locked, and dogs barking can be heard from behind the black iron doors from time to time. Moreover, on a hot day, all the exterior windows of the buildings are closed, and the outside of the windows are welded shut with wire mesh.

People walking on the street all speak with accents from all over the world, and some boys and girls even have a distinct Taiwanese accent.

As for those who couldn't understand their speech, their pronunciations were either "guai" or "ai". Moreover, many of them were very dark, and the donkey dung balls looked white and tender compared to them.

"Hello, where is this place?"

Boss Cheng asked passers-by with a warm smile, but every time she approached these passers-by, they acted as if they saw the god of plague and tried to avoid her.

"What the hell! You look down on people who speak Northeastern dialect?"

So, Boss Cheng decisively changed the language and greeted passers-by again.

"Excuse me!"

Boss Cheng is regarded as a plague god.

“Bonjour!”

Still regarded as a plague god.

"Hola!"

Passers-by ran away when they saw him.

"Ciao a tutti!"

Some people have already started calling.

"?????!"

Someone quietly pointed at Boss Cheng.

"Konnichiha!"

Everyone moved away from the area where Boss Cheng was.

"Fuck, are your grandmas all dumb?"

Don't blame Boss Cheng for getting angry suddenly, because he has seen vigilance, playfulness, gloating and disdain in these people's eyes. It's as if Boss Cheng has never been a 196cm tall strong man in their eyes, but a lamb to be slaughtered.

Suddenly, Boss Cheng felt someone patting him from behind. But when Boss Cheng turned around, he didn't see anyone behind him. Boss Cheng just turned his head and felt someone patting him from behind again. Boss Cheng turned around again and still didn't see anyone behind him.

"Chiliqua, chiliqua!"

The voice came from below Boss Cheng's chest. Boss Cheng lowered his head and found that a man only about 1.5 meters tall was looking up at him with an arrogant, domineering look.

Although given his height and the distance between him and Boss Cheng, he could only see Boss Cheng's pectoralis major, chin and nostrils when he looked up. But since he dared to be so arrogant, there must be a reason for him to be so arrogant.

For example, the rifling of the British Webley "Butterfly" pistol in the hand of this little man is worn out. However, this man is really tall. If he wants to put the gun on Boss Cheng's waist, his arm has to be raised high. But such an action will affect his tough guy image that he always maintains.

But if the gun was raised horizontally, it would be aimed at Boss Cheng's balls. In this case, forget about the tough guy image, he might even be mistaken for a gay.

So this "tough guy" could only turn the muzzle of the gun and point it at Boss Cheng's thigh, and continued to chatter endlessly with Boss Cheng with his head raised.

Then the little guy saw what a real tough guy is!

Boss Cheng casually snatched the "big gun" from his hand and then casually broke it into two pieces. Then, he saw a hand as big as a palm leaf fan rushing to grab the top of his head. For a moment, he felt that what grabbed his head was not a hand, but a large pliers used to clamp steel billets in the steel mill.

"Can you speak human language? Can you speak human language? Can you speak human language?"

Boss Cheng grabbed the little guy's head and shook it, even shaking his feet off. The little guy held Boss Cheng's arms with both hands and continued to yell something that Boss Cheng couldn't understand.

At this time, a broken Jinbei truck that was about to fall apart suddenly stopped less than 20 meters away from Boss Cheng. Then, with a "click", the sliding door of the broken Jinbei truck fell to the ground. Fourteen or fifteen people wearing plastic slippers, military green vests and shorts, and holding AKM, Type 56, FAL, Galil, and Garand rifles rushed down from the broken Jinbei truck.

But the question is, how did these fourteen or fifteen people squeeze into an old Jinbei with a capacity of nine people on such a hot day? Aren't they afraid of getting heatstroke?

After rushing out of the car, these people immediately formed a circle in an unorganized and untactical manner, surrounding Boss Cheng in the middle.

Then, a Toyota Corolla, note that it was the Corolla before the name change, dragged a trail of blue smoke and stopped at one side of the encirclement. A greasy man in his 40s, wearing beige tight-fitting casual pants, a black short-sleeved shirt with a dead man's head logo, and a small handbag under his armpits, got out from the back seat of the Corolla. Before he walked towards Boss Cheng, he couldn't help shaking his head and tail, and stretched out his hand to adjust the comfort of his crotch, as if he was afraid that his pants would not fit and would be damaged.

The man took out his phone, opened the WeChat group chat and asked: "He's a man, almost two meters tall, pretty strong. Who is this guy? Come and pick him up!"

"There are only girls in our family."

"How dare we take such a big guy? It's from someone else!"

"Fuck, they dare to tie up such a big guy. Let's see who doesn't speak. Those who don't speak are probably killed by this guy."

"Alive."

"Alive."

"not dead."

"It's not mine."

Then, these guys noticed that three people were silent, and the atmosphere in the WeChat group suddenly became tense.

The man wearing the death's head shirt came to Boss Cheng. He acted as if he admired Boss Cheng very much and reached out to pinch the muscles on Boss Cheng's arm.

"Okay! Not bad, pretty strong. So, where did you run away from?"

"What family did you run from?"

"Hey, you're pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth!" The man put his hand on Boss Cheng's pectoralis major, and suggested as he touched him, "Why don't you come with me? Many people here, whether men or women, like you. Come back with me, and I promise that you will only be 1, not 0. But if you insist on being 0..."

The man smiled lewdly and reached out to pinch the soft flesh on Boss Cheng's waist, but he didn't expect that Boss Cheng's skin was as hard as steel and could not be pinched at all.

The man's suicidal behavior naturally brought him the "reward" he deserved. Boss Cheng felt annoyed by the dead head on his chest, so he grabbed the man's hair with one hand and his collar with the other. Then, with a "hiss", the Versace worth more than $600 was torn into two pieces of rags that could not even be sewn together.

"Next, I'll ask you questions and you'll answer them. If I'm not satisfied with your answers, or if I find out you're lying to me, I'll break your head."

At this moment, the short guy who always maintained his tough guy image grabbed an AK and ran to Boss Cheng, pointing the gun at Boss Cheng without knowing the consequences.

In an instant, the people around heard a "puff" sound, and the little "tough guy" turned into a ball of blood mist and exploded on the spot. The boss shook the hand that had blown up the little guy, and smeared the human tissue stuck on the back of his hand on the chest of the shirtless man.