The Demon's Menu-Chapter 755: Intermittent Time (2)

Chapter 755 -11 Intermittent Time_2

The surveillance drone saw it, and naturally, the “Brutalizer” saw it too.

But seeing didn’t necessarily mean they could appear on the scene.

The “Brutalizer” was far more powerful than the “Escapee,” but it still took time to reach the discovered area.

In comparison, the Model II surveillance drone was much more robust!

It had a stronger endurance and also had direct “attack capabilities.”

The ongoing “pursuit” process was to Jason’s satisfaction and piqued his interest.

...

However, he didn’t have enough points.

After purchasing the live broadcast television and numerous books, and providing Galen with unexpected assistance, Jason now had only 21 points left, whereas the Model II surveillance drone required 25 points.

Jason’s refusal was well-considered,

Yet the “Presenter” was surprised.

"Jason, aren’t you going to think it over?”

"Good tools can double your efficiency.”

Jason shook his head again.

The “audience” watching Jason’s choices also stopped their bickering and started commenting again.

"Don’t do this, choose one!”

"Having something is better than nothing!”

"Why do I have a bad premonition?”

"Shut up upstairs, I just went all in!”

"I went all in too, why do I feel uneasy?”

"What should I do? Me too!”

"All you upstairs are gambling dogs, you deserve it! Hahaha!”

…

The bullet screen was full of schadenfreude.

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However, the popularity increased once more.

People looking for entertainment would show up at any time.

Especially in a “game” like this.

Some text-based live streams even had titles like Newcomer’ Jason, overconfident after a victory?”, “Arrogance inevitably leads to Waterloo,” and “Victory is no longer suspenseful, certainly not for Jason!”

The “Presenter” saw it.

But he didn’t provide any more hints to Jason.

He was merely a “Presenter.”

He remembered his role well.

"Jason, please make your final preparations, the rematch is about to start,” said the “Presenter.”

Jason nodded slightly, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.

…

Hospital, special ward.

A group of doctors were bustling around Billder.

At the moment, Billder lay in a coma on the hospital bed, surrounded by various precise instruments monitoring his every condition.

Heart rate, brain waves, and so on.

Doses of potion, fully sealed in transparent boxes, were being pushed toward the security consultant.

The chief physician responsible for the potion’s transportation was wearing a mask, and after stopping the cart, the chief physician turned and walked to one side of the ward.

There, a solemn-faced elderly man with cold eyes stood straight.

"Butler Xilin, everything is ready,” the chief physician said.

Then, the chief physician’s gaze couldn’t help but drift towards the well-dressed old butler. Under the mask, his mouth moved several times, and finally, the last bit of conscience made him speak up, “Butler Xilin, should we really do this?”

"These drugs are not mature.”

"If, if we forcibly stimulate Mr. Billder, it may cause unimaginable side effects

The chief physician’s voice was slightly stammering.

Partly because of inherent hesitation.

And partly because Butler Xilin had looked over at him.

Facing the cold gaze, the chief physician felt like he was being targeted by a snake, his heart trembled, and he involuntarily stopped talking.

"Billder is related to the Ninth Young Master of the Send Family,”

"I need to know all possible information,”

"Others?”

"Are not my concern.”

The old butler named Xilin spoke slowly.

His voice, his tone, didn’t fluctuate in the slightest.

And it was precisely because of this, the chief physician in front of him broke out in more of a cold sweat.

If he felt targeted by a snake before, now the snake was nearing, even opening its jaws.

"Understood!”

"I’m on it!” the chief physician said in succession.

And he immediately turned to signal his assistants.

"Begin the potion injection.”

“1 milliliter,” the chief physician said as a fine syringe targeted Billder and was injected.

Billder lay on the bed, motionless.

No change shown on the machines.

“2 milliliters,” the chief physician said again.

But Billder’s condition remained the same.

“3

"The maximum dose,” the butler said coldly.

The chief physician was taken aback, then, silently, he proceeded.

He didn’t dare defy the old butler.

Because, he was acutely aware what the butler represented.

The Send Family.

One of the Hundred Major Families.

With just a flick of the finger, no, without even moving a finger, just hinting at a slight intention, he would be disposed of, and someone new would replace his position.

And him?

He would most likely be kicked out.

And that would already be merciful of them.

But even the most merciful outcome was unbearable to him.

His family, his parents, his wife, his daughter all depended on his salary for support.

Once he lost this job,

His family would fall apart.

And if they were unkind, took their anger out on him?

He wouldn’t be able to bear it at all.

Death would seem like a fortunate escape.

He knew what that would mean.

If it were him, he might be able to endure it, but if his family were also involved…

I’m sorry!

The chief physician apologized to Billder in his heart.

A 20-milliliter syringe was pointed at Billder and plunged in directly, the potion began to enter Billder’s body.

Unlike before, this time, Billder’s eyes snapped open, and he sat up straight away.