Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 215 Disappeared for 7 Years, Yet Talked About for a Lifetime - S01E06

'See, Alastor, this is the price of playing hide-and-seek in hell.'

He disappeared for seven years, and in the end, people talked about him for the rest of his life.

Only after silently cursing those two sentences in your mind did you slowly turn around and look at the demons who had just made no effort to conceal their movements.

The once empty street was now completely surrounded in the blink of an eye by a motley crew of criminals of all shapes and sizes, wailing and moaning.

They appeared out of nowhere, their faces either malicious or ferocious as they stared at the thin female demon surrounded in the middle.

The dragon girl's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

Her gaze swept around the area within her reach a few times.

However, after confirming that the number of people was not as many as he had imagined, a clear look of disappointment flashed across the face of the Eastern Sinner.

The dragon girl's tail, which she had been holding high, fell limply back to the ground.

"Are you sure it was that malnourished woman who did it?"

"...Could there be a mistake? This is fucking ridiculous!"

Holding the broadcasting demon hostage like a kidnapper was an enormous male sinner, almost as muscular as a bear.

The opponent's enormous claws, bound with weapons, enveloped Alastor's tall, slender body.

The sinner lord stood quietly like a caged bird within the ruthless, scimitar-built prison.

Judging from the pure white color of that weapon, you can be absolutely certain that it is an angelic weapon used to completely annihilate sinners.

But Alastor, who had been "captured," didn't seem nervous at all.

Like a tourist sitting in a Ferris wheel admiring the scenery, he casually lowered his eyes, slowly adjusting his collar with his other hand.

"Damn it, let's stop with the nonsense and get straight to the point!"

Standing at the very front of the crowd, the strong male sinner who threatened to broadcast the demon with a weapon was the first to speak.

"You fucking stupid bitch, do you even know what you've done? Where the hell did you put Corvée's gold?!"

The male demon, gruff and cursing at you, spewed spittle everywhere.

As the other person's actions became increasingly rough, you heard a sharp static noise from the radio constantly ringing out from Alastor's microphone cane.

The old gentleman's initially amused expression gradually turned into impatience.

"Old man, I advise you not to think too highly of yourself."

The tall, male sinner, who had clearly noticed Alastor's change, warned the sinner lord in his hand with a mocking tone: "I'm confident I can roll your sissy redhead's head off in a second, but what about you?"

As he said this, he deliberately tightened his claws.

The male demon's snow-white angel weapon was already touching Alastor's red striped suit.

Before the sinner lord's red hair began to flutter without wind due to evil power, the tall sinner added a few more disdainful words.

"Do you think that while you were gone for seven years, all the other sinners were sleeping or sleeping with other men?"

"Perhaps you were indeed so strong seven years ago that most fools would avoid you... but seven years later, we have plenty of ways to deal with old-school sinner lords like you."

"..."

"Zizi..."

With a sound of electricity being cut off, just as you stood there, watching Alastor about to explode with schadenfreude, another male demon's calm voice suddenly rang out.