Chapter 258 - Chapter 258: Chapter 258: The Light Chef (1/2)

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: The Light Chef

Before the two could react, they felt dizzy, and one of them passed out cold while the other found himself pinned to the wall.

This guy looked to be in his early twenties and had never witnessed such a bizarre scene, so when he was hung by his clothes on Chen Yu’s steel nail, he panicked, thinking his body had been pierced through.

Chen Yu stepped right up to the man, pinching his throat with a finger.

“The position my finger’s at now is the artery in your neck. Starting now, I ask, and you answer. If you dare tell a lie, I will kill you immediately,”

The young man swallowed nervously and nodded repeatedly, not daring to slack in the slightest.

Chen Yu glanced at the young man before him. “Are you a member of the Illuminati?”

“Yes, I am. Lord Luo Kai ordered me to follow you,” he replied.

Chen Yu nodded slightly but didn’t ask further. The mere mention of the name Luo Kai told him everything he needed to know.

It meant his movements in Frankfurt were completely in the hands of Luo Kai.

Chen Yu took a moment to steady his breathing, then let the young man down.

“Listen, I won’t trouble you, but you must take me to see your master,” Chen Yu said.

The young man was taken aback, a look of difficulty flitting across his face.

“Sir, do you want to see my master or Lord Luo Kai?” he asked.

Chen Yu’s pupils dilated slightly. “What do you mean by that? Isn’t Luo Kai your master?”

“Although I belong to the Illuminati, strictly speaking, I’m from the Illuminati Culinary Society! To put it plainly, we’re a cooking organization,” he explained.

Chen Yu was visibly surprised; he hadn’t expected such an offshoot under the Illuminati.

The young man, probably scared out of his wits, didn’t wait for Chen Yu to question him further and spilled everything he knew.

In recent years, the Illuminati had declined, many of their fake antiques being recognized for what they were. Hence, they couldn’t make much money in that field and had to figure out other lines of business.

The culinary industry was one of them.

However, these people were extremely vile; the cuisine they prepared was in essence nothing short of poison.

Although it tasted exceptionally good and had many returning customers, they added all sorts of nonsense to their dishes that could easily ruin one’s health.

Chen Yu couldn’t help but take in a breath of cold air, appalled at how despicable the Illuminati were.

While Chen Yu was interrogating the young man, a harsh voice suddenly rang out from the side. A figure shrouded in a black robe had appeared at the end of the alley without notice.

“What a useless wretch, giving up all the secrets of our organization just because someone threatened you a little. You might as well be dead,” the figure said.

As the voice fell, a cold gleam darted forward, heading straight for the young man. And on that gleam of light was a faint trace of black aura, clearly indicating a poison-tipped dart.

Chen Yu dared not catch it and quickly stepped back a few paces. The dart flew unerringly through the young man’s body, claiming his life.

“Are you from the Bright Food Association?” Chen Yu instinctively asked, his eyes full of vigilance.

The man in the black robe let out a loud laugh, “Correct, I am a top pastry chef from the Bright Food Association. My master wishes to meet you, please come with me.”