Chapter 57: I Want a Cup of Blue Mountain Coffee

Chapter 57: I Want a Cup of Blue Mountain Coffee

Ethan Blake violently forced open the door of the private gas company. Inside, it was packed with gas canisters.

Since the monster invasion, these gas canisters had become an essential energy source for many households.

According to regulations, private gas companies were not allowed to store such a large number of gas canisters.

If an accident happened, half the street would be blown away.

To operate in a prime location like Central Avenue and stockpile so many gas canisters, the company's connections were evident.

But none of that mattered anymore.

All these connections were at best considered 'bullies in their own den' in the face of the monster siege.

Ethan glanced out the window.

Without the firepower suppression from the security officers, the monsters grew bolder and quickly converged at the intersection.

The three highly intelligent B-rank monsters showed no intention of sparing the retreating officers. The one-eyed monster was searching for their location.

Suddenly, the sound of heavy firearms drew the one-eyed monster's attention.

Its head twisted in a bizarre manner, and its provocative gaze fixed on the private gas company.

The one-eyed monster dropped onto all fours and led the monsters, surging like a tide toward the gas company.

When it tore through the window and entered the gas company, the amusement in its lone eye turned to terror.

Gas canisters surrounded Ethan, with several already opened, filling the space with a nauseating, dangerous gas.

He pulled the trigger, the muzzle spitting flames, and a bullet struck a gas canister.

The one-eyed monster panicked, desperately trying to escape.

But behind it, a throng of monsters pushed forward into the gas company, forcing the one-eyed monster to the forefront.

"Boom!!!!"

The deafening explosion resembled countless thunderclaps, and scorching flames blazed brilliantly on Central Avenue.

When the dust settled, the surrounding buildings had become a wasteland, with scattered remains of numerous monsters.

The one-eyed monster was also covered in injuries, but this level of attack wasn't fatal to it—just excruciatingly painful.

It roared in fury, its eye spinning wildly, seeking the instigator.

Ethan coughed and crawled out of the ruins, his body a bloody mess.

Luckily, he had activated his bull transformation at the crucial moment, which saved his life.

Even so, he had lost an arm.

Ethan lay powerlessly on the ground, struggling to lift his heavy eyelids. The ambush points he had set up were now deserted.

He had bought enough time for the security officers to retreat.

Now, only the frenzied one-eyed monster stood before him.

In his heart, there was no fear, only relief.

Relief that he had uncovered Welma's scheme early, sparing the officers from disaster.

The one-eyed monster's eye was bloodshot, its fingers transforming into long black blades, ready to tear this hateful human apart!

Because of this human, it had lost hundreds of low-level monsters!

Just as Ethan awaited death, a massive ice spike shot down from the top of a building, exuding a frigid aura.

The one-eyed monster sensed imminent danger, dodging frantically and roaring toward the high-rise.

Ethan was stunned. Could it be that a security officer hadn't left yet?

He looked blankly toward the building on his left.

Two blurry figures appeared. As he squinted, they became clear.

They were two people he had never seen before.

One was dressed as a priest, holding a staff; it was he who summoned the ice spike.

The sight of the other person beside him made Ethan's pupils contract violently.

A smile crept across his face.

Next to the priest was a slim nun, her face concealed by a plain white mask.

They were hunters.

The Hunters Guild had finally made a move.

Ethan finally felt at ease. He smiled joyfully, coughing blood that trickled into his mouth, but he didn't care.

He had known it would turn out this way.

He knew it!

The hunters even stationed experts in the slums to protect those abandoned by the Security Bureau.

How could they ignore the new city district?

Righteousness!

In comparison, the Security Bureau deserved to be burned to the ground!

His tense body and weary heart relaxed completely, and he drifted into unconsciousness.

The three B-rank monsters were on high alert.

The female human beside him seemed ordinary, but the aura emanating from the robed male was terrifyingly intense!

"Roar!"

The one-eyed monster roared, and the other two B-rank monsters slowly surrounded the priest.

The ordinary monsters showed no intention of joining the battle; instead, they continued their assault on the Security Bureau.

The priest shook his head.

"What a pity. These are all monsters. If they were human, I could have absorbed some of their power."

The nun in the white mask was none other than Zhang Qian.

She looked at Ethan Blake and licked her lips:

"Quick, save him."

The priest frowned:

"Is that another order from your Guild Master?"

Zhang Qian's eyes gleamed with a strange light:

"This man is so fierce, even braver than Brother Haonan. I like him!"

The priest let out a cold laugh:

"Why should I listen to you?"

Zhang Qian replied indignantly:

"Then I'll just tell the Guild Master that you're plotting a rebellion. After that, I'll die in the church, and tonight, you can wait for the Guild Master to come bury you."

The priest stared at this shameless woman in disbelief. From what he knew about Zhang Qian during this time, she was entirely capable of carrying out such a threat.

He cursed:

"You're insane! A lunatic!"

With that, he stepped on a wind vortex, descending from the sky, and walked toward the barely conscious Ethan amidst the wary eyes of the three monsters.

Ethan's arm was beyond saving.

Using his ice powers, the priest stopped the bleeding from Ethan's wounds.

Then he stood up, looked at the three monsters, and frowned:

"You're all so ugly, demons."

In front of Old Oak Cafe, the screeching sound of a security vehicle braking urgently caught the attention of Yvette.

A uniformed female officer rushed into the cafe, her face filled with panic.

Yvette approached with a smile and asked,

"Officer, how can I help you?"

Sarah froze. What did she need?

She suddenly remembered what her master had said and urgently replied,

"Blue Mountain coffee, I want a cup of Blue Mountain coffee!"

A flash of murderous intent crossed Yvette's face but was quickly hidden. She smiled warmly:

"Sure, it'll be ready in a moment. Please have a seat."

Sarah sat on the sofa, her body trembling as tears streamed down her face.

Her master was dead.

Her sobs caught the attention of Alexander at the nearby table. He pulled out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed them to Sarah.

"Thank you."

The sudden kindness made Sarah break down completely, and she collapsed onto the table, crying her heart out.

"Here you go, Blue Mountain coffee. It's on the house today. You officers work so hard."

Sarah looked up to see Yvette placing the cup of Blue Mountain coffee from the tray in front of her.

She was stunned.

So ordering a cup of Blue Mountain coffee meant... actually getting a cup of coffee?

What did her master's words mean?

Wasn't "Blue Mountain coffee" supposed to be some sort of code?

She shook her head repeatedly and grabbed Yvette's hand:

"No, this isn't what I want!"

Yvette maintained a professional smile:

"What else do you need?"

Sarah opened her mouth, feeling a lump in her throat.

What did she need?

She needed a master to save the South Sea from its plight!

Yvette gave a slight bow:

"Please, enjoy."

Then she turned and walked toward the coffee machine.

Sarah wiped her tears. Could there be some hidden meaning in the coffee?

She took a large gulp. It was bitter.

The bitterness jolted her mind, making her a bit more clear-headed.

Her keen sense as an officer alerted her to something unusual about this cafe.

With monsters invading, the general public was locking their doors in fear.

Why was this cafe still open in such strange times?

The people in the cafe were also odd. Everyone's expressions were... calm.

At a time like this, wasn't that itself a kind of eeriness?

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