Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 216 You will have your surrender button confiscated - S01E06

……oh?

You raised one eyebrow, twitched your ear, and casually peeked your head toward the source of the sound.

"Don't be so aggressive towards these so-called 'sinful lords.' Be wary; they still have plenty of ways to kill you when you're distracted."

Before the words were finished, a male demon even larger than the sinner who had kidnapped Alastor appeared.

He stood slowly before you, like a brown bear parting a school of fish; his speech carried a slight Russian accent.

The man looks down at you, his scarred face making him appear quite ferocious.

He had a pair of large, curled ram horns and a pair of bear-like ears.

His short hair concealed his devilish red eyes and the deep-seated vigilance and danger within them.

Male sinners are like a breathing, dangerous, black mountain.

You had to look up at him, a bead of sweat trickling down your face, as if silently lamenting that you had encountered such a sinner, born so imposing.

...However, you don't dislike his caution.

Moreover, his Russian accent added a lot of points to his image.

"Oleg Smirnov."

The tall, sinner introduced himself in a deep, resonant voice.

You could tell he seemed to want to say something more, but the sinner who had hijacked the broadcasting demon impatiently interrupted him.

"What's the point of introducing yourself to a dying Eastern harlot? You fool, are you as blind as these old criminals?"

The foul-mouthed sinner brazenly shouted, "And you! You'd better tell me right now where you hid the stolen gold!"

"I can't believe you son of a bitch have kept me running around like this for a whole year!"

The impatient male demon, who seemed to harbor a great deal of resentment towards you, casually crushed the head of a smaller sinner beside him as if releasing his pent-up anger.

"Have you seen what happens when you mess with me? You damn bitch! You better be smart and tell me! Otherwise, I'll make sure your and the broadcasting devil's corpses are hung on our boss's door with some semblance of dignity!"

"..."

"What gold?"

When faced with the other party's provocation, you calmly put your hands in your sleeves and look up at him with feigned innocence.

The Eastern sinner's relaxed and contemptuous attitude immediately ignited the sinner who had just been cursing.

But before he could say anything more offensive, the giant male demon who had just called himself Oleg reached out and stopped him.

“We’ve traced it back to the building from a year ago, and to various locations after the gold theft—including the contact point we destroyed recently, and this little devil apartment building that burned down today…”

"You were involved in all of this."

Upon hearing your question, Oleg actually started explaining the whole story to you.

Compared to the various, but mostly frivolous and malicious, gazes of the sinners around him, he simply frowned and looked at you quietly, his tone deep and slow.

"You don't think we'll just label all these coincidences as mere chance, do you?"

He squinted and questioned you in a low voice.

“Based on your route of action, we deduce that the stolen gold is now in your possession… Similarly, we also believe that you were the one who helped the Imp gang steal the gold from Corvian.”

"After we found the gold, you helped those hellish ants move it, and then you faked your death to escape the investigation."

The giant, with a Russian accent, said to you with perfect logic and certainty, "But madam, I must say, what you consider a clever approach means nothing to us."

"Just as Thompson said, you'd better hand over that batch of gold as soon as possible."

As Oleg spoke, he drew a greatsword, also an angelic weapon, from his waist.

"It was Colvin who specifically instructed me to let the dying die knowing why."

He looked at you, his teeth bared like those of a primal beast, like an enraged black bear. "Although I don't think it's necessary, there are always people in this world who think they have everything under control... little do they know, they're just clowns."

What do you think, madam? (a tы kak дymaewь? mncc?)

Oleg asked you this question in his native language, almost as if in a provocation.

"..."

"Perhaps someone needs to applaud here?"

"Clap clap, clap clap."

Having given no other choice, Alastor clapped arbitrarily under the threat of the angel weapon.

All the demons on the other side: "...?"

you:"……"

In fact, when the topic suddenly shifted to you, Alastor, who had seemed to be on the verge of a breakdown, nervously suppressed his anger.

He watched the dramatic unfolding before him with great interest, like an uninvited audience member.

Clearly, given the choice between getting angry and watching you make a fool of yourself, he chose the latter without a second thought.

"...But unfortunately, I don't think so. (ho, k coжaлehnю, r tak he дymaю.)"

The seemingly unmoved dragon girl first glared at Wendigo, who was kidnapped but still acted indifferent; then she coldly replied to the huge male sinner opposite her in the same language.

When they heard that you also spoke your own country's language, the other person was visibly taken aback.

"Although you had no way out when you kidnapped my CEO... so, you're declaring war on me, aren't you?"

Under the watchful eyes of the sinners, you expressionlessly changed back into the white casual clothes you usually wore at the inn, then lowered your eyes and casually rubbed your wrists.

"Because a lot happened just now, I'm not in a good mood right now, so..."

As he spoke, the sinner from the East slowly raised his head.

No one noticed that, for some reason, a chilling excitement and fervor had flashed in her usually indifferent eyes—

"No matter what happens next."

"None of you can surrender."