Chapter 258: Chapter 258: The Light Chef

Before the two could react, they felt dizzy, and one of them passed out cold while the other found himself pinned to the wall.This guy looked to be in his early twenties and had never witnessed such a bizarre scene, so when he was hung by his clothes on Chen Yu's steel nail, he panicked, thinking his body had been pierced through.

Chen Yu stepped right up to the man, pinching his throat with a finger.

"The position my finger's at now is the artery in your neck. Starting now, I ask, and you answer. If you dare tell a lie, I will kill you immediately,"

The young man swallowed nervously and nodded repeatedly, not daring to slack in the slightest.

Chen Yu glanced at the young man before him. "Are you a member of the Illuminati?"

"Yes, I am. Lord Luo Kai ordered me to follow you," he replied.

Chen Yu nodded slightly but didn't ask further. The mere mention of the name Luo Kai told him everything he needed to know.

It meant his movements in Frankfurt were completely in the hands of Luo Kai.

Chen Yu took a moment to steady his breathing, then let the young man down.

"Listen, I won't trouble you, but you must take me to see your master," Chen Yu said.

The young man was taken aback, a look of difficulty flitting across his face.

"Sir, do you want to see my master or Lord Luo Kai?" he asked.

Chen Yu's pupils dilated slightly. "What do you mean by that? Isn't Luo Kai your master?"

"Although I belong to the Illuminati, strictly speaking, I'm from the Illuminati Culinary Society! To put it plainly, we're a cooking organization," he explained.

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Chen Yu was visibly surprised; he hadn't expected such an offshoot under the Illuminati.

The young man, probably scared out of his wits, didn't wait for Chen Yu to question him further and spilled everything he knew.

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The culinary industry was one of them.

However, these people were extremely vile; the cuisine they prepared was in essence nothing short of poison.

Although it tasted exceptionally good and had many returning customers, they added all sorts of nonsense to their dishes that could easily ruin one's health.

Chen Yu couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air, appalled at how despicable the Illuminati were.

While Chen Yu was interrogating the young man, a harsh voice suddenly rang out from the side. A figure shrouded in a black robe had appeared at the end of the alley without notice.

"What a useless wretch, giving up all the secrets of our organization just because someone threatened you a little. You might as well be dead," the figure said.

As the voice fell, a cold gleam darted forward, heading straight for the young man. And on that gleam of light was a faint trace of black aura, clearly indicating a poison-tipped dart.

Chen Yu dared not catch it and quickly stepped back a few paces. The dart flew unerringly through the young man's body, claiming his life.

"Are you from the Bright Food Association?" Chen Yu instinctively asked, his eyes full of vigilance.

The man in the black robe let out a loud laugh, "Correct, I am a top pastry chef from the Bright Food Association. My master wishes to meet you, please come with me."

Just as Chen Yu was about to refuse, he suddenly noticed that the wall of the nearby alley was crowded with people, all of whom were holding weapons and each one emitted a faint stench of blood.

This was enough proof that these individuals had been exposed to deadly poisons; if he were to forcibly confront them, even Chen Yu would likely meet his end here.

"Fine, then I will go with you!"

After agreeing to follow them, Chen Yu directly followed the man in the black robe out of the alley.

Although the current situation was somewhat passive for him, it also provided him with the perfect opportunity to see who exactly was behind the Bright Food Association.

Before long, a stretch Lincoln stopped at the corner of the street, and a group of people escorted Chen Yu into the car.

However, after getting into the car, these people blindfolded Chen Yu and drew all the curtains closed.

Chen Yu couldn't help but feel amused, for this tactic might be effective on ordinary people, but he had a system within him.

Once they blindfolded him, the system began scanning all the surrounding terrain and transmitted it into his mind.

The car meandered through the Frankfurt city area for nearly three hours before finally stopping at the entrance of a hotel.

The Eclan Grand Hotel was considered one of the top hotels in Europe, and even in the entire western world, it was among the front runners.

Moreover, this hotel was part of a chain, with more than forty locations worldwide, each one maintaining a standard of five stars and above.

Chen Yu was only allowed to remove his blindfold when he was brought into the main hall.

"Mr. Chen, to have you visit our establishment today is a pleasure we didn't anticipate. To invite a culinary god like you is truly a fortune of three lifetimes for us!"

Such insincere pleasantries angered Chen Yu a bit, but he showed no sign of it and simply walked over to a nearby counter and poured himself a glass of red wine.

"When I was studying, I had worked at an Eclan Hotel. Although on the surface it appears all glitz and glamour, they really spare no expense in pinching pennies from their employees, did you know that my salary was only a little more than a thousand bucks a month back then!"

While the remark seemed innocuous, it was a veiled mockery of the Eclan Grand Hotel, and at the same time, a jab at the Bright Food Association.

The middle-aged man leading the group gave an awkward laugh, then approached Chen Yu.

"Actually, the treasures of the Bright Association have been a subject of controversy for a long time. Those items are useless just sitting there; they can't be auctioned off openly nor can they be sold easily. Since Mr. Chen has taken them away, we'll no longer pursue the matter and consider it a favor given."

Chen Yu drained the wine in his glass, "I dare not accept such a favor, besides those items inherently belong to the East, and they are best suited to return to their original place!"

In fact, Chen Yu was aware that this man so readily proposed a favor because he had a request for him, perhaps even intending to recruit him for some shady deeds.

The man laughed awkwardly again, then took out an invitation from his person.

"The Bright Food Association is also one of the representatives of the world cuisine community now. Next month, gourmets from all over the world will gather aboard the Queen Eisa in the English Channel for a matchless culinary competition! We hope that Mr. Chen will represent the Bright Food Association in this contest."