The Demon's Menu-Chapter 545: I am the Protagonist!

Has there ever been a king in the history of Cherry City?

There has!

The former Edward Family was the uncrowned king of Cherry City.

That family not only owned the only bank in Cherry City but also had businesses throughout the entire city and relied on mineral trades to acquire essential resources from other cities.

They controlled the economic lifeline of the entire city.

They provided countless job opportunities for the city.

You would never have imagined a family could achieve such a level.

At that time, even the so-called Speaker was nothing more than a lapdog taking orders from the Edward Family.

But, that was all in the past.

An unexpected incident made all the glory vanish into thin air.

Edward had thought about resisting.

But he knew, faced with "that incident," resistance was utterly futile.

So, he chose another way.

A way that only existed in legends.

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The world never had the chance to see it.

Only to hear about it.

From generation to generation, it was heard.

As if it was nothing more than a bedtime story.

No!

It was a bedtime story!

How wondrous the affairs of the world are, the truth is often hidden in these bedtime stories beloved by children.

Edward had discovered clues within them.

And he had unearthed those clues.

Because...

He had money!

He used plenty of money to excavate the clues hidden in these stories.

And then, he succeeded.

As for his predecessors who failed?

Most of them did not have his wealth.

Nor his madness.

After all, not everyone is driven into a dead end like him.

But, that was in the past tense.

Now!

He has returned!

He wants to take control of Cherry City!

He wants the name Edward to be forever etched into the history of Cherry City!

With brilliance and glory!

And now, at the most crucial step,

Edward’s face showed not a trace of anxiety; he walked the streets with the aid of his cane.

Gunshots and explosions rang out continuously.

Edward squinted his eyes with a hint of reminiscence.

Cherry City used to be like this.

He followed in his forefathers’ footsteps, gun and cannon in hand, carving out his territory bit by bit.

Now!

It was finally going to return to normal.

To welcome my return!

To sound the salute for their own king!

Indeed.

It was what I had been looking forward to.

Edward smiled as he walked towards his destination.

...

Troys heard the gunshots and explosions outside, a dark shadow passing across his already somber face.

This was not how he and his elder brother planned it.

After the men sent out in the afternoon to ambush Davide and Hunter were killed, everything spiraled out of his control.

The package sent to the police chief Davide was, of course, mailed under Findelter’s name by him.

He wanted to ensure Dodd’s downfall.

Although Emod was dead, Emod’s assets were still there, and Dodd’s butler Pang’er had taken over those assets overnight just the night before.

Troys was not surprised.

Dodd had been coveting Emod’s extravagant profits for more than a day or two.

Therefore, as long as he handed over that notebook to police chief Davide, the upstanding police chief was certain to take action.

Moreover, the other party was no fool and would surely use a more secure method to reveal the crimes recorded in the notebook.

Everything proceeded precisely as Troys had conjectured.

At least, the first half did.

Police chief Davide notified the parents of the "missing girls," and then these parents flooded into Cherry City.

Next, according to his plan, it was supposed to be his and his brother’s turn to "administer justice"!

To take Dodd, the "possessor" of these assets, to court.

Of course, the charges weren’t just these.

There was also the murder of police chief Davide and Hunter.

But after the ambush and framing failed, everything went out of his control.

Who could tell him why among those parents, there were those who could kill several fully armed bodyguards with their bare hands, why there were those capable of modifying killing machines? 𐍂ᴀΝo͍ΒÈṩ

Why did those seemingly ordinary parents carry various firearms with them?

And moreover, they dared to directly attack the residences of big shots?

Weren’t they afraid of dying?

The ever-scheming Troys could never understand what children meant to their parents,

Nor could he grasp what parents facing the potential to get their children back might be willing to give.

It didn’t take much, just tell those parents who had lost their children that your child is in hell, I know the path there, I will only show you.

Then?

Those parents would rush in.

They wouldn’t hesitate.

Because, to a parent who has lost a child, that is already living in hell.

Going to hell now to search for their child, what would it count for? Experience new tales on

They might as well stir up hell.

For they had long ceased to fear death.

They only hoped their child could return to their side.

Even if the hope was just a glimmer.

Troys didn’t understand these things.

But he understood that when a plan ran into unexpected complications, it had to be rectified.

Otherwise, the councilor position he was about to secure would disappear.

"What should I do now?"

Troys frowned in thought, a glass of red wine beside him.

Wine tasting was Troys’s habit while pondering.

This time was no exception; he reached for his wine glass.

But his hand grasped air.

Troys was startled, but his reaction was extremely swift.

His whole body lunged forward, and a gun appeared in his hand.

Troys didn’t know how the other person had sneaked into his home, but he knew that anyone who could infiltrate his room without a sound under numerous surveillances was definitely not someone to be taken lightly.