Chapter 966 966: Food

Chapter 966 Chapter 966: Food

"You know, your breasts—"

"Can you guys just stop talking about my breasts already!?"

"What's... got you so riled up? Maybe let off some steam."

"5 people, dead!"

"People die every day, it's normal."

"They are not supposed to!"

Esme, Miss Pepondosovich, and Liza were once again outside waiting for customers to approach their restaurant. Liza, however, could not concentrate at all as the horrific news of 5 people passing reached their ears. She had really only moved on from the old man that she couldn't save, and now 5 more people are dead in the span of a month.

For hundreds of years, they forced—no. They voluntarily indoctrinated themselves into treasuring life, almost to the point of obsession.

"We're just watching ourselves dwindle, Miss Pepondosovich," Liza shook her head and sighed, "There's no one after us; this is it, we are the last of us. Soon, there wouldn't be any humans left."

"Hm," Miss Pepondosovich only let out a small hum, "You will get used to it."

"How!?"

"Life," Miss Pepondosovich sighed as she patted Liza's leg, "Trust me, I've been the last of my kind for hundreds of thousands of years — I got used to it."

"Miss... Pepondosovich," a small smile crawled on Liza's face as she heard the gentleness in Miss Pepondosovic's tone. Soon, however, that smile faded almost instantly, "Wait... did you just say hundreds of thousands of years?"

"Yes," Miss Pepondosovich once again let out a sigh as she looked at the sky, "I don't even wonder anymore what it would be like if they were still alive. But it doesn't matter anymore, you will always meet new people. And heads up, we have customers incoming."

Liza smiled again, only for her smile to also quickly disappear once more as she saw who their customer was — Detective Jake. This time, however, he was with a different woman.

"What are you doing back—"

"Mister Jake, back so soon, I see?" Miss Pepondosovich did not let Liza finish her words as she stepped forward to welcome the two, "And with an even more beautiful woman this time, no?"

"Oh my..." The woman who Jake was with could not help but cover her mouth as she heard Miss Pepondosovich's words, "...Thank you. But, are you sure this is really a restaurant, honey?"

"The three of you are still standing outside like this?" Jake commented as he looked at the three ladies of completely different sizes, "Don't worry, this is a restaurant — the staff are just... ridiculously good-looking. Wait 'til you see the owner."

"Sir, Miss..." Esme curtsied before gesturing to Jake and his female companion, "...I'll bring you to your table."

"Oh, please — Mrs., I am married to this idiot," Jake's wife let out a giggle; slapping Jake on the shoulder before they proceeded to follow Esme inside the restaurant. As for Liza and Miss Pepondosovich, they could really only look at each other and finally reach a common understanding.

Perhaps the reason why they were not receiving customers at all... was that they really looked like they were a different kind of establishment.

"We...

...probably shouldn't stand outside anymore."

***

"Mr. Jake, was it only yesterday that you were here?"

"I... couldn't wait for the missus to try out the food here. Honey, he's the owner I was talking to you about."

"Madam."

"This..." Both Jake and Liezl could not help but almost lean away from the table as their food looked like they were literally glowing.

"Honey..." Liezl gulped, "Are... are you sure we can afford this? I think... I've heard some absurd things with what that tall lady just said."

"It's... it's fine, I'll take more hours...

...just eat."

And they did just that, with Jake's wife just grabbing her cheeks from time to time with how flavorful and tasty her salad was. As for Jake, his vision was starting to blur and fade from how dangerously sinful the taste of his food was — every bite was almost sending him to death. And perhaps it was.

And after they were done, the two just stared at their empty table; they had already paid, and that was part of the disbelief they were currently experiencing. Was the food they ate really only worth that much?

It felt like they were breaking the law for only paying that much for experiencing ecstasy.

"Master Zero," Jake's wife stood up from her seat as she looked Riley in the eyes, "I promise you...

...I'll bring my friends here."

***

"Suarez, I've been doing some digging."

"Uh oh, that can never be good."

A day after Jake almost died in Riley's restaurant, he was now back in the station; with Dorothy sliding close to him with her chair,

"You know our friend in the restaurant? Turns out he's a Class 7 Above."

"...Really?" Jake just blinked a couple of times before shrugging, "That explains all the money, then. If I was a Class 7 and I'm still poor hundreds of years later? I would just kill myself."

"You—Suarez, this is serious. Listen. He—"

"No. I know what you're getting at, no," Jake shook his head before staring Dorothy in the eyes, "Why would a Class 7 even bother with a couple of weak humans? Come on, we already have a cool friend who owns a restaurant and is a Class 7 Above, don't ruin it...

...and my wife likes him."

"Wife...?" Dorothy completely left her desk; rolling her chair straight toward Jake's, "Leslie? When did you take her?"

"Yesterday," Jake shrugged, "I swear, Partner — the food there? My god... my wife and I had so much sex last night that I swear I got her pregnant, even though we all know that's impossible these days."

"Wait..." Dorothy raised an eyebrow in disgust and betrayal, "...You went there without inviting me? I wanted to eat there too!"

"Why would I invite you?" Jake scoffed, "You don't even have a date, that will be awkward. You do know you're not getting any younger, right? You were like what... 37 before all this shit happened?"

"40, and I'm also not getting any older," Dorothy rolled her eyes.

"Hm, I don't know about that," Jake let out a small hum as he squinted his eyes and pointed at Dorothy's head,

"I see a white hair there."

"...Right," Dorothy scoffed.

"No, seriously..." The teasing smile on Jake's face very slowly faded away as he stood up from his desk; his finger that was pointing at Dorothy's hair, slightly trembling,

"...I see a white hair."