Chapter 320

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At 10 p.m., the Colette Restaurant was brightly lit.

Men and women, wearing a variety of masks, filed into the restaurant one after another.

Wearing a mask was the sole requirement for attending tonight's feast,

adding a touch of authenticity to the event.

For tonight, Abel had reserved the entire restaurant exclusively and dismissed all the chefs and wait staff.

Abel soon realized he had underestimated the appeal of this 'gourmet' event.

Initially, he expected perhaps a few dozen ghouls to turn up, but to his surprise, over a hundred arrived.

This was much faster than hunting them down individually in the night.

Unfortunately, this tactic was a one-time ploy.

After all, not all ghouls were fools or dimwits.

After waiting another half-hour and no further ghouls arriving, Tsukiyama commanded the doors to be closed, claiming he did not want to be disturbed by outsiders during the enjoyment of the delicacies.

Although the excuse was subpar, the over one hundred ghouls present didn't mind.

None of them considered the possibility of a trap.

They believed that even though Tsukiyama was no pushover, defeating so many of them was wishful thinking!

The chance of him collaborating with someone else was deemed too low.

Why bother then?

Yet, the truth often lies within these unlikely answers.

"Let's start quickly, I can't wait to taste the delicacies you've brought," one said eagerly.

"Yes, bring up today's human cuisine," chimed another.

Amidst the crowd's 'enthusiastic' cries, Tsukiyama revealed an inscrutable smile and announced: "Since everyone is so eager, let's welcome today's first and only course, Mr. Abel!"

At that moment, Abel emerged from the back, performing an elegant bow as if to thank everyone for their forthcoming participation.

"He does have a pleasing appearance; who's closest, hurry up and see how he tastes," prompted someone from the crowd.

"Inhale~ Ah~ A true delicacy, the crème de la crème indeed!"

"Wait, what did you just say? Only one course?"

"What the hell is this!"

"Damn, with so many competing for food, do we each get just one bite?"

"Let's not rush, let's see what the gourmet has to say."

Tsukiyama surveyed the room and said earnestly, "Indeed, there is only this one course. How about you all try it, and let's reserve judgment until after?"

"Fine! I want to see what kind of game you're playing," one retorted.

"If it doesn't satisfy me, your restaurant is getting wrecked today. Am I right, everyone?" bellowed another.

"Right, let's see how this 'delicacy of delicacies' tastes, I'll go first!" shouted a third.

These uncouth individuals could no longer contain their impatience.

With the supply falling short of the demand, not taking immediate action meant picking over others' leftovers.

Thus, the nearby ghouls surged forward, eager to divide and devour Abel.

"Indeed, a bunch of uncivilized beasts, but that's okay. Now you'll be exterminated," Abel murmured to himself and then his swords glimmered with a cold light.

The first five ghouls who reached him were instantly dismembered.

In his hands were now two massive ice swords that appeared out of nowhere.

The slaughter began!

Minutes later, with the last begging ghoul beheaded by Abel,

the place had turned into a veritable hell on earth.

Blood flooded the floor, and corpses were strewn everywhere!

In addition, some were unlucky enough to have been turned into ice sculptures.

A cold aura emanated from Abel, freezing all the blood and bodies around him solid.

He snapped his fingers lightly.

Instantly, everything frozen shattered into tiny ice crystals and vanished.

After all, he had only rented the restaurant for one night, and a mess of bodies could potentially disturb future business.

No other reason; he just had a kind heart. Sigh.

Then he turned his attention to the nearby Tsukiyama.

"Is it finally my turn?"

"Or you could give me a reason not to kill you."

Tsukiyama pondered for a moment, "I have some information you might find interesting."

"Let's hear it."

"The Aogiri Tree people have come to District 11, and it seems they plan to establish a foothold here. Those guys are unlike the fodder ghouls you've killed before; almost every single one is at S-rank or above."

"If you're planning to purge District 11, it won't be easy."

Abel discarded the blood-stained ice sword in his hand and said to Tsukiyama: "Find their base in District 11, and you can live."

Tsukiyama returned a graceful bow, adjusted his clothes, and walked out of the restaurant.

In truth, his heart wasn't as calm as he had appeared.

He volunteered that information hoping to set two tigers against each other, one would surely get hurt—in this case, using Aogiri Tree to eliminate this formidable human.

Even if he died, it would be a revenge of sorts.

But unexpectedly, he actually got to keep his little life.

All the better.

Abel and the Aogiri Tree – he didn't care who would win or lose.

He would stay far away from District 11 in the future, never to return.

The night passed quietly.

Abel was having breakfast in the hotel restaurant when Matsumoto Yoshio brought Amou Kenta to find him.

"Originally, Mato was to come over to discuss matters with you, but the higher-ups preferred he recuperate from his injuries sooner, so they sent the two of us instead."

"The CCG is willing to lend its modest efforts to the extermination of the ghouls in District 11, and all personnel can be at your command."

"State your terms."

Abel set down his teacup and wiped his mouth.

"The terms are simple. We hope you will join the CCG; the specific details are all in this document."

Though Matsumoto Yoshio was quirky, that was mostly directed at ghouls.

But for Abel, who defeated Kishou Arima and expressed a desire to purge the ghouls of District 11, he had not just a respect for the strong but also a great appreciation for his way of handling things.

Ghouls, those monsters, should be eradicated!

That's why he was so polite, uncharacteristic of his usual demeanor.

Abel took the document, gave it a brief look.

The gist was that if he agreed to join the CCG, he would be appointed as a Special Class Investigator with status, benefits, and rights equal to Kishou Arima.

However, he would also be expected to follow commands at certain times and not act too recklessly.

In short, they wanted to bring him into the official fold.

To Abel, this was utterly irrelevant.

Once he cleared District 11, he planned to leave this world anyway; why would he care about some silly document?

Thinking of restraining him?

Pure fantasy!

Abel chuckled softly, signed his name on it, and tossed the document back.

"I agree. Now you go back immediately, gather your men, and wait for my command."

"Starting tonight, we will completely cleanse District 11!"