204: Chapter 202 Association Dinner 204: Chapter 202 Association Dinner Having deactivated the Catastrophe Prison Warden status, Wen Wen wiped his hands and picked up the short sword with so anticipation.
It felt heavy in his hand, after all, it was rged from the weight of more than a dozen daggers.
However, for Wen Wen, this was just perfect since he had previously found his original weapon too light.
After twirling it a couple of tis, Wen Wen chopped towards the handle of a dagger, which broke off cleanly in response.
“I didn’t use much strength, and the sharpness of this short sword should be even greater than that of an antique dagger—not a bad payoff for my trouble,” he said.
Next, Wen Wen closed his eyes.
The energy from his blood-red heart ford a strange cycle, and a thin layer of black energy covered the blade.
When he swung the sword, it even made a sound as if it were slicing through the air!
“Swordsmanship like this indeed feels more natural with a sword, and although this short sword isn’t very long, the feel is just different,” he remarked.
After just one swing, Wen Wen fell in love with this short sword.
From any angle, this short sword was streets ahead of that Rune Dagger.
This was to be expected, after all, when he first crafted the Rune Dagger, Wen Wen didn’t possess the power of the Catastrophe Prison Warden.
A weapon personally crafted by a Catastrophe-Level Expert might lack sophisticated techniques, but it’s incomparable to ordinary supernatural weapons.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” he nodded approvingly.
Wen Wen then hung the short sword at his waist, and his gaze shifted to the residue on the ground that had been produced during the crafting of the rune short sword.
“Hmm… let’s play it this way then,” he decided.
He lted the debris on the floor, wrapped it around his Rune Dagger, and refined it with Catastrophe-Level energy in a straightforward process that took less than ten minutes.
A brand-new dagger with strange patterns appeared before Wen Wen.
“This dagger is the gift I want to give to Feng Ruixing.
Handing over a supernatural weapon as soon as he joins, where else could he find such generosity?” Wen Wen thought.
Indeed, the Rune Short Sword he crafted that afternoon was ant for his own use.
The last-minute creation was what he planned to give as a reward to Feng Ruixing.
…
Night arrived, and Wen Wen arrived on ti at the reserved restaurant to join the Association’s dinner.
Looking at the restaurant’s sign, Wen Wen felt uneasy—it was Furong Kitchen.
“It shouldn’t be him cooking, right?
I’ve heard he hardly cooks himself nowadays, it shouldn’t be him…”
Wen Wen knew all too well what Zhu Qipei did at ho and just thinking about him possibly cooking made him uncomfortable.
He arrived a bit late, and everyone had already ordered their dishes.
“Detective Wen, why are you so late?
What were you doing?” Lin Lu asked with a smile.
Wen Wen blurted out two words, “Practicing sword!”
Lin Lu couldn’t hold back and burst into laughter, “Practicing ‘jian,’ that’s so your style.”
The others also laughed, while Wen Wen’s eyes, one bigger than the other in frustration, tried to explain which ‘jian’ he ant, but no one believed him.
Though Wen Wen corrected them seriously, he was actually quite happy.
Since a certain day a few years ago, he had always been alone, never associating with anyone outside of work.
Now, although his relationship with these mbers of the Hunters Association wasn’t exactly close, they were the people he had beco most intimately associated with in recent years.
Soon, the prepared dishes were served one after another, not only complete in color and fragrance but appearing as if they were glowing.
The once disdainful owner approached with a smile and told everyone, “Today, Chef Zhu is cooking personally.
You are all in for a treat.”
Upon hearing that Zhu Qipei was the cook, everyone’s spirits lifted, except for Wen Wen, who stared awkwardly at the owner.
“This guy isn’t doing this just because he doesn’t like , right?”
Well, today Zhu Qipei cooked himself, and indeed it was because of him, but not to set him up, rather to give a good friend so face.
Anyone who could provide Zhu Qipei with a Pig Head Doll is a friend of Zhu Qipei!
Since the dish was already served, Wen Wen didn’t make a fuss, casually stuffed a piece of pork into his mouth, and his eyes slightly squinted with pleasure.
You have to say, Zhu Qipei really had a knack for cooking; no wonder the boss put up with his terrible attitude.
However, Wen Wen was curious about what Zhu Qipei felt while cooking the pork…
Then, everyone’s gaze at the table was fixed on Yan Xiu, who had been silent all along.
From the ti he arrived at the Association, he had never taken off his mask, and nobody knew what he looked like.
They all thought he would finally take off the mask for the al.
Then, under everyone’s expectant gaze, Yan Xiu picked up a shrimp and popped it directly into his mouth, savoring it with delight.
“????”
A bunch of question marks floated above Wen Wen’s head.
What about the process?
You didn’t even take off your mask, how did you get it into your mouth?
With so many superpower users present, not a single one could figure out how it was done.
They could only stare at Yan Xiu’s mask, bearing an expression of bliss from the delicious food, and looked at each other speechlessly.
In any case, the al was very joyful, and Gong Baoding, being the oldest among those being seen off, simply watched these young people and rarely spoke.
At a Demon Hunter’s gathering, sorrow seldom had a place.
For them, facing the possibility of losing a companion the next day, a feeling of sadness during farewells was unnecessary.
After the al, everyone sat together at the entrance of Furong Kitchen to sober up, boasting and shooting the breeze, enjoying a rare ti of comfort.
Wen Wen’s face flushed, enjoying the feeling of the breeze, and thought it wasn’t a bad thing to do this occasionally.
Suddenly, his phone rang in his pocket.
Wen Wen smacked his lips, his eyes quickly cleared up, and a pungent sll of alcohol wafted from his body as he had already expelled the alcohol from his blood.
Not just Wen Wen, the others had also deliberately kept themselves slightly tipsy.
For Demon Hunters with their constitution, it was hard for ordinary alcohol to get them drunk.
Upon answering the call, before Wen Wen could ask who it was, a sowhat urgent childish voice ca from the other end.
“Hello…
Are you Detective Wen?
My uncle has gone mad; can you help?”
Wen Wen frowned and asked, “May I ask who this is, and how did you get my contact information?”
“My na is Da Zhuang.
I don’t know how I got your contact, but I just feel like, this kind of thing, I should co to you,” said the voice on the phone, trembling.
So it was Da Zhuang.
Now Wen Wen understood a bit more.
This young man he had t twice before, once during the capture of the Guile Tree Spirit, and another ti during the Furong River Amusent Park incident.
Speaking of which, this guy was really unlucky.
If this was another supernatural event, it would be his third encounter with the supernatural.
The last ti, just because Wen Wen thought he was unlucky enough, he had slipped his card into his hand.
“Don’t panic, tell exactly what happened,” Wen Wen said, calming Da Zhuang’s emotions.
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