The Demon's Menu

Chapter 537: Those Fathers!

Apple City, the McPherson household.

As a moderately successful businessman, the McPhersons had long entered the middle class, and as a husband and father, McPherson prided himself on improving the life of his wife and daughter through his hard work.

For over a decade, it had been like this, until three months ago...

His daughter went missing!

A trip to Cherry City had resulted in the disappearance of his daughter.

McPherson reported to the police immediately and rushed to Cherry City.

But, to no avail.

Even after three months, there was still no word from his daughter.

This left McPherson in despair.

But he dared not show it.

Because he knew his wife was even more desperate than he was.

At this time, he was her support.

If he also showed despair, then the entire family would be ruined.

So, every day he encouraged his wife.

Only when no one else could see would he reveal his sadness and regret.

Why?

Why couldn’t he have accompanied his daughter?

Why did he have to be so busy?

Every bout of self-blame pierced McPherson to the heart.

Today was no exception.

While it was still dark, McPherson quietly left the bedroom and entered his study, sitting there with a numb brain and unfocused eyes.

Only when sunlight began to shine on him and the nanny started busily preparing breakfast did he come to his senses.

Slap, slap.

Raising his hand, McPherson gently patted his face, dispelling the negative emotions there, and he forced himself to smile.

He was going to see his wife.

And just at that moment—

Beep, beep.

The fax machine started up.

McPherson was startled.

After his daughter’s disappearance, he had passed on his company affairs to his deputy and devoted himself entirely to finding his daughter and accompanying his wife, so the fax machine had not made a sound for a long time. ʀἈƝọ????Ёş

With some curiosity, McPherson looked at the paper emerging from the fax.

When he saw the content clearly, the smile McPherson had been trying to maintain completely twisted.

Rage filled the face of this husband and father.

"Cherry City?"

"Big shot?"

"Emod?"

McPherson gritted his teeth, his voice squeezing out from between them.

He almost subconsciously picked up the hunting shotgun stored in the cabinet of the study.

He wished he could blow these people away, one by one.

However, the little rationality that remained told him not to be impulsive.

He was too weak on his own.

He needed to unite more people.

And this was not difficult, for after his daughter’s disappearance, McPherson had discovered while

Even in death, they would return fire.

Davide and Hunter’s actions were fast, but still not as fast as the black-suited men who had already aimed their guns.

The men were about to pull the trigger, set to turn Davide and Hunter into a honeycomb of bullets.

But someone was even faster—

Bi!