Bonus Chapter again! Give me stones!!!
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The tavern was quiet.
The only sound came from the frenzied music of the hell band playing wildly on stage. The demons in the tavern each had their own thoughts, secretly glancing at the booths with watchful eyes, trying to gather information about the humans present.
After all, in Hell, selling information was an important source of income for demons. This was nothing unusual.
A group of powerful humans had suddenly arrived in Hell. Who would believe they had no purpose? Demons pursued profit at all costs. Moreover, the cunning among them could see that these humans didn't care much about the minor demons, as long as they weren't provoked.
In one of the booths, Natasha and the others were organizing their understanding of the situation in Hell, waiting for the bartender to bring them the information they needed. It was better to base their next move on reliable intelligence.
At that moment, the tavern doors suddenly swung open.
A fat man strolled in, wearing a beach shirt, shorts, slippers, and a brown round hat.
"Hey, Li Li ! Give me a glass of Hell Red Lips!"
His loud voice rang out as soon as he entered, but before he could finish speaking, he noticed something was off.
Too quiet.
Since coming to this tavern, he had never seen it this silent.
Except for the skeleton band consistently playing the so-called "Hell Symphony," the rest of the demons were eerily well-behaved—something he'd never witnessed before.
Rude, manic, and cunning—these were the traits of demons.
Yet now, they were as disciplined as students. He could hardly believe his eyes.
But the fat man was a smart demon. He immediately sensed something was unusual, scanning the room until his gaze landed on a group seated in the corner booth.
Humans?
His eyes lit up as he caught a whiff of an unfamiliar scent—one that didn't belong in Hell.
He hurried over to the bar, knocked on the counter to get the bartender's attention, and then lowered his voice.
"Li Li, what's going on?"
"Apparently, the tavern has welcomed a group of distinguished guests today," Li Li replied meaningfully while mixing a drink.
The fat man was no stranger to Li Li's cryptic way of speaking. He immediately understood the implication—these humans were not only rich but also incredibly powerful.
Interesting.
Grinning, the fat man grabbed his freshly mixed Hell Red Lips and made his way toward the booth.
Noticing his approach, Natasha and the others stopped talking and turned their gazes toward the uninvited guest.
Boom.
Even without releasing any hostility or aura, being stared at by over a dozen pairs of eyes suddenly made Fatty feel a crushing weight on his heart.
This kind of pressure—he had only ever felt it in the presence of demon lords.
These guys... were terrifyingly powerful.
At the very least, they weren't weaker than him.
His mind raced, quickly analyzing the situation.
But rather than feeling discouraged, his enthusiasm only grew. He put on an even broader grin.
Although, on his round face, the smile had a somewhat comedic effect.
At least it didn't come across as unpleasant.
"Hey guys, welcome to Hell!" he said cheerfully.
Then, turning toward the bartender, he called out, "Hey, man! I'm making friends today—put all their orders on my tab!"
After that, he faced the group again, spreading his arms wide.
"So, what do you say? Would you like to be friends with me?"
The group watched his performance, their expressions unreadable.
Under their keen senses, no emotion could escape detection. It was clear to them that this cunning fat man had approached with genuine goodwill.
"Sit~~"
Natasha arched a delicate eyebrow and tilted her head slightly in invitation.
The booths were large enough to accommodate twenty to thirty people—after all, demons came in different sizes, and some were massive. The seating had to be large enough to accommodate them.
For Fatty, Natasha's response was good news.
Without any hesitation, he immediately sat down across from Natasha, right next to Alexei.
"Wow, you're stunning! Even more beautiful than the most gorgeous succubus I've ever seen. Madam, you must be very popular," the fat man remarked, his tone full of admiration.
He was an expert in flattery and could tell at a glance that Natasha was the leader of this group. Naturally, his praise was well-placed.
Natasha, however, remained unfazed by such compliments.
"Haha, man, Natasha is always popular," Pietro joked. "But if you're thinking of trying to win her over, I'd advise against it. You'll only suffer for it."
Although it was said in jest, the fat man immediately extracted an important piece of information.
This human woman held great respect within her group—not just because of her strength, but for another reason.
What could it be?
It didn't take long for him to figure it out.
There was likely a more powerful being behind this group, and Natasha just so happened to be that person's lover.
Realizing this, Fatty's smile widened even further.
"Haha! My good friend, I would never dare pursue a lady who already has a master—especially one so breathtakingly beautiful," he said with exaggerated sincerity.
"You're very smart," Pietro commented, glancing at the fat man with mild surprise.
From both an intellectual and evolutionary standpoint, Pietro had reached the pinnacle of perception. He could analyze a person's nature and character in an instant.
He hadn't expected the fat man to deduce so much from just one exchange.
Demons really were a cunning bunch.
The others had also come to the same realization. They simply smirked but remained silent.
"Thank you for the compliment, my friends," the fat man said warmly. "You can call me Hus. I'm a demon hunter—or a bounty hunter, if you prefer."
Adjusting his beach hat, he gave a broad grin.
"Natasha."
"Pietro."
"Gennady."
"Ivan~~"
No one minded giving their names, so they exchanged introductions.
"So, Hus," Natasha said, her gaze steady.
"What exactly do you want?"