The Demon's Menu-Chapter 1110: Inheritance! (2)

Similarly, he paid no attention to the opposition.

He looked towards another side.

A few young men dressed in black suits resembling security attire appeared, holding firearms in their hands, stepping quickly and weaving through the buildings, occasionally raising their guns and pulling the trigger.

Bang! Bang!

The sporadic gunfire disrupted the previous barrage.

Even caused the previous dense gunfire to stutter.

The attackers were caught off guard.

But immediately, the concentrated gunfire resumed.

The fierce firepower began to sweep over everything.

Jason could tell that these youngsters had undergone extensive training.

But there were too few of them.

And their weapons were just ordinary pistols.

More than enough to deal with ordinary thugs but not nearly sufficient against these well-armed assailants.

Apart from the initial surprise, the battle was almost entirely one-sided.

The young men who rushed out fell into pools of blood.

Even those holding the high ground were not spared.

Boom! Boom!

Two rocket projectiles resulted in the young snipers being devoured by a sea of flames.

Uesugi, on his knees, suddenly felt his eyes well-up with tears.

He could not help but let them flow.

He knew all of these deceased youngsters.

Or rather, they were all familiar to him.

Because he had always regarded each one as his junior.

And they all called him uncle or elder.

There was never any distinction of being the Family Head.

In the Uesugi Family, everyone was family.

Now, with his family members killed, Uesugi’s blood boiled with rage.

He kept telling himself to stay calm.

He kept telling himself to assess the situation wisely.

But all of these thoughts flew out of his mind, as Uesugi clenched his fists tightly and turned to run towards the back.

In the ancestral home, there was a small armory.

There, he would find the weapons he needed.

He was ready to fight these bastards to the death.

But someone was faster than him.

A few elders holding kitchen knives appeared, having inexplicably come up behind the mob of thugs; these elders who were basking in the sun a moment ago now charged into the midst of the thugs with agility that belied their age, their kitchen knives as lethal as true swords, slashing through the throats of their enemies.

Bright red burst forth.

Blood sprayed.

Figures dashed swiftly past.

With such nimble movements, there was no sign of deterioration.

"What?"

Uesugi was stunned.

He had no idea what was happening.

After all, the scene before him completely overturned his understanding.

The sturdy elder who was bulldozing through the crowd, Kaki Zaki, was recognized by Uesugi as his uncle; usually stooped over, his strength was not apparent.

And the elder whose silhouette was like a phantom, reaping lives with his knife, was recognizable to Uesugi as well — Amakasu, his uncle, a typically gregarious old man.

Next to the two elders, another one never took the initiative to strike unless necessary, but each of his strikes intercepted the most lethal attacks — that was Elder Usami, who, in Uesugi’s eyes, despite his usual seriousness, was just an ordinary old man.

But now, he seemed anything but ordinary.

Yet what surprised Uesugi the most was Elder Naoe.

This uncle was someone who had managed the company during his father’s time.

And in the early period when he took over the company, he provided much guidance.

But now, this elder stood before a thug, his mere presence suffocating the brute.

"What on earth is going on?"

Uesugi murmured to himself.

Jason’s gaze, however, stayed firmly locked on these four elders.

To be precise, his attention had been on these four since the beginning.

Of course, he had also heard Uesugi’s murmurs.

"Uesugi doesn’t know about the four figures hidden within his own family?"

Jason frowned.

But what made Jason frown even more was the squad of thugs that suddenly appeared from another side of the Uesugi household.

This squad of thugs was probably the backup.

There to be used just in case.

Now that an accident had occurred, this squad immediately commenced reinforcement.

Fully automatic weapons.

Equipped with heavy firepower.

Like an avalanche, they were about to engulf the four elders.

Actually, it was not just the four elders.

The locations where Hui Lijing and Hu Qiandai were, too, fell within the rocket projectiles’ coverage.

"Run!

Hui Lijing grabbed Hu Qiandai and began to run.

But the speed of the rocket was too fast.

Moreover, coincidentally, one rocket was heading straight for the two of them.

Jason moved.

Others might not matter.

But his assistant, he wouldn’t stand by and watch her die.

There was nothing fancy.

No technique either.

After tossing his backpack to Hui Lijing, Jason threw a straight punch at the incoming rocket.

Boom!

The fist collided with the rocket.

Flame instantly enveloped Jason.

The scorching blast was filled with oppressive shockwaves, yet Jason’s breathing was unhindered, his body not even budging as it withstood the explosion and the force.

Not much different from what he had anticipated.

As his body’s defense evolved from normal, to blades, to bullets, to explosives, to tanks, and now to the level of a war machine, it could completely disregard ordinary rockets.

Of course, that was just him.

His clothes were not included.

In the blast of the explosion, his clothes had long turned to ash.

Scattering in the air, there was a bit of a chill.

Without hesitation, and with no peculiar hobbies, Jason used the [Charles Burning Technique - Flame Change] to temporarily cover his embarrassment.

Hu!

Fierce flames burst forth from his hands and instantly wrapped around his entire body.

The blazing fire burned fiercely, but Jason only felt a mild warmth.

Jason rarely used the [Charles Burning Technique - Flame Change], and most of the time he just used the [Charles Burning Technique].

This was Jason’s habit.

He always kept one or two trump cards in reserve.

Because no one can be sure if it will be a life-saving straw.

However, there was no way to avoid exposure at this moment.

Yet this made Jason’s gaze towards those thugs turn fierce.

Even if there was no alternative, the fault did not lie with him but with these bastards before him!

Hu!

As Jason’s mind shifted, the flames covering his body soared, and the already ferocious fiery visage became even more terrifying, like a demon.

It wasn’t just about the terrifying appearance.

Nor just about the aura.

But rather, it was something that truly existed in reality.

After all, Jason had just withstood a rocket.

Based on this, the thugs looking at Jason in his current state started to tremble with fear.

"Demon!"

No one knew who said it, but it expressed the thoughts of everyone present.

Then—

It was their retreat.

These thugs, originally just hyenas and vultures of the battlefield.

They came for money.

Although they spoke of promises, only a few could truly keep them.

Credit?

Far less important than one’s own life.

When the first person started to run, a chain reaction ensued.

Defeat!

The previously vicious thugs were now fleeing as chaotically as a flock of sheep.

"Hmph!"

"Does the Uesugi Family allow you to come and go as you please?"

"Mountain City. Defend!"

With a raise of his hand, the elderly man named Naoe summoned a faint glow from beneath the ground that tightly sealed off the thugs, like a prison.

Clearly, this was an obvious secret technique.

"Uncle Naoe..."

Uesugi approached, stumbling over his words.

The elder waved his hand and looked outside.

Clearly, the matter was not over yet.

"Caw caw caw, the Uesugi Family indeed still has its legacy."

"Are the names Kakiyama, Amakasu, Usami, and Naoe inherited by you?"

Amid a shrill laughter that sounded like a crow’s caw, five figures appeared before everyone’s eyes.

The leader glanced over the four old men and then fixed his gaze on Jason.

As if the four elders were not even worth mentioning.

"Demon bloodline?"

"Very powerful indeed!"

The man enveloped in black stared at Jason with a sinister look for a moment, then gave a cold laugh and slowly drew the long sword at his waist, pointing at Jason and said—

"Everyone attack together; against such an evil fiend, there’s no need for mercy or morals!"