He had already prepared enough explosives to give those monsters a surprise, but the problem now was how to hide the explosives in the Commissioner's conference room.
Those monsters were not stupid; after the meeting location was decided, they sent some low-level monsters to guard it.
It would be extremely difficult to sneak the explosives in while keeping them hidden from these monsters, especially since Wen Wen's spatial ring was unusable. He could only transport the bombs in batches.
Therefore, Wen Wen decided to first gauge the monsters' reactions. He disguised himself as a passing cigarette vendor and approached the manor guards.
"Boss, want to buy some cigarettes?"
"Not buying, get lost!" the guard snarled at Wen Wen.
Wen Wen left with a wronged expression. "I'll remember you, little guy. I'll definitely kill you and chop you up a couple of times!"
Despite his disguises, he couldn't glean any useful information. Wen Wen ultimately decided to find an inside informant.
This conference was a grand occasion for the monster population of Alan City, and they wanted to make it a lavish affair.
To be lavish, a banquet of sufficient caliber was naturally required, and 'humans' were an indispensable dish at monster banquets.
The one responsible for preparing the banquet was a goblin carrying a backpack filled with various treasures.
This creature was naturally adept at calculations, making him the most suitable person to manage the banquet. However, it was precisely this creature's greed that provided Wen Wen with an opportunity.
Wen Wen went to Alan City's crematorium. The crematorium business had been booming in recent years due to the increased mortality rate caused by the monsters.
However, Wen Wen knew that there was something fishy about this crematorium.
The crematorium's operator, Old Mike, was a kind old man who had been working alone for decades.
Many people had applied for jobs there over the years, as it was considered good work. However, few could work there for long, and some even vanished without a trace.
Such incidents were common in Alan City, so nothing significant arose from the crematorium's affairs.
Wen Wen changed into a slightly unfashionable work uniform and stood at the crematorium's entrance, his eyes like dead fish. He was there to apply for a job, of course.
Old Mike, wearing a work cap, high-waisted pants, and a full beard,'s eyes lit up when he saw Wen Wen, and he warmly welcomed him inside.
Old Mike didn't assess Wen Wen; he hired him on the spot and spent the afternoon teaching him. If Wen Wen hadn't already known about the place, he might have thought Old Mike was a good person.
Until the training was completed, Old Mike didn't let Wen Wen handle any cremations. Before closing time that evening, Old Mike placed some delicious-looking meat and vegetables in front of Wen Wen.
"This is your first day of work. Have dinner with me."
Wen Wen didn't refuse. He took out a bottle of liquor from his back pocket, "I was thinking the same thing, boss. Let me treat you to a drink."
Old Mike was startled. This guy came empty-handed; where did he get the liquor?
Wen Wen drank, Old Mike ate the food. Neither touched the other's offerings, but they chatted animatedly. Su Dan Novel Network
At some point, the conversation veered off track, and Old Mike began to tell Wen Wen a story.
The story was about a diligent doctor who suddenly developed tremors, making him unable to continue as a surgeon.
The doctor somehow came across a folk remedy: consuming specific human organs could cure his ailment.
So the doctor did as he was told. After each surgery, he would cut off a small piece from the patient's body and eat it raw. Miraculously, his hand tremors improved.
However, the doctor didn't stop cutting into patients afterward; his actions became increasingly extreme.
He reasoned that if eating this particular organ could steady his hands, perhaps eating more of it would make his hands even steadier and more precise.
If this organ had such an effect, perhaps other organs had other effects?
Thus, he became obsessively carnivorous, developing an appetite for human flesh. Finally, during one surgery, he removed the patient's kidney and secretly consumed it.
The patient died as a result. The hospital attributed it to a severe medical accident and dismissed the doctor.
The doctor lost his job, but his abnormal appetite remained. So he opened a crematorium and modified the furnace, ensuring that the bodies sent in would fall into a basement below, which was a massive morgue...
The more Old Mike spoke, the more sinister his expression became. Finally, he stared intently at Wen Wen and said, "However, corpses could only satisfy the doctor's basic needs. Occasionally, he craved fresh food, so he was delighted whenever a new employee applied."
"What are your thoughts on this story?" Old Mike looked expectantly at Wen Wen. Previous employees had basically wet themselves after hearing this story, but this new employee seemed quite calm.
Wen Wen's eyes gleamed, looking even more excited than Old Mike. He pointed at Old Mike in anger and said, "What the doctor did was unethical!"
Old Mike's expression stiffened. Was that the reaction he was looking for? Who cared about ethics?
"Wasting food is shameful. Why eat it raw? If you sprinkle salt, cumin, and chili powder on the kidney and grill it over a fire, it's incredibly delicious!" Wen Wen said with a straight face.
Old Mike flipped the table and, with his thick arms, grabbed Wen Wen by the neck, lifting him high.
"I told you all that to discuss how to grill kidneys?"
Wen Wen looked indifferently at Old Mike, "If you don't like it grilled, you don't need to get so agitated. Pan-frying it is also exquisite. But the choice is yours, how do you prefer to eat it?"
"Raw, I like eating it raw!"
"You like eating it raw... Remember, that's your own choice."
Old Mike no longer made any pretense. Brown corpse spots appeared on his skin, his mouth and eyes turned a faint green, and a shocking stench emanated from his body.
The story of the doctor he told earlier was actually his own story. The only difference was that no one gave him a folk remedy; it was because he wanted to eat it himself.
He was a ghoul, a living corpse. In his normal state, he was much like a living person, but he had to consume humans regularly to sustain his life.
Old Mike viewed humans entirely as food. He needed a large quantity, so he chose to open a crematorium to satisfy his cravings.
Furthermore, he obtained many corpses through the crematorium, which he couldn't consume all by himself. Thus, he often sold some to other monsters, which was why Wen Wen had chosen Old Mike.
He intended to use Old Mike's identity to make a deal with the goblin who was responsible for organizing the Anti-Demon Hunter Conference and who was fond of treasures, and then smuggle the prepared explosives into the venue!