Jason raised a hand, and the ‘Silence Technique’ silently enveloped the surroundings.
Then, he threw the lookout against the wall.
Bang!
The lookout’s back collided heavily with the sturdy wall without any fancy, and under the impact, the lookout lay in front of Jason, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
Hiss, hiss.
The lookout gasped in pain.
However, the next mont, the gasp ceased abruptly.
Because the lookout saw Jason’s face.
"Ja-Jason?”
"This is impossible!”
The opponent exclaid in shock.
Jason raised an eyebrow and lifted the opponent again.
Originally, he just wanted to interrogate so matters regarding Taniel’s kidnapping from the opponent.
But now, it seed he inadvertently caught a big fish.
Clearly, the opponent’s tone was more than just recognition.
There must have been previous contact.
And him?
No impression at all.
This made Jason speculate more.
The opponent truly t him.
But it was a fake.
Obviously soone impersonated him, which is why the lookout reacted this way.
So, what faction does the impostor belong to?
And why?
Jason’s mind turned rapidly, but his expression remained unchanged, and his tone kept calm.
"You recognize ?”
"I do.”
"Seen before.”
The lookout answered like this.
His expression and tone were normal, and if not for the previous sudden surprise and Jason’s certainty that he hadn’t seen the opponent, such deanor would deceive many people. 𝘳АŊȫ𝐛ËS̈
Jason lowered his head, staring intently at the lookout before him.
Under such an oppressive gaze, the lookout appeared slightly evasive.
He considered his performance perfect.
Portrayed an unexpected encounter with a familiar face from an opposing camp vividly.
Even inside, the lookout had already crafted a storyline.
Even Jason must be fooled…
Crack!
"Ah!”
A crisp sound as a finger was broken caused the lookout to scream out in pain.
Then, without waiting for him to recover, the second finger was also broken.
Crack!
"Aaah!”
After the crisp sound ca an increasingly painful cry.
The lookout deliberately raised his voice.
He hoped soone would notice this place.
After all, this was the police station, and those patroln he usually loathed were the ones he now desperately wished to be seen by.
Unfortunately, despite his screams being enough to wake soone from deep sleep, none of the patroln ca to check.
The sound was cloaked by an unknown technique!
The lookout quickly thought.
At this mont, Jason’s fingers had already moved to his third finger.
"Wait!”
The lookout hurriedly shouted.
His voice carried an almost imperceptible sob.
He was truly close to tears.
Born a brigand, he considered himself to have seen many ruthless characters.
Yet even the most ruthless ones wouldn’t break fingers expressionlessly like Jason did; those characters at least showed intimidation, excitent, or other expressions.
Whereas with Jason before him?
From start to finish, he remained expressionless.
That gaze, as if looking at roadside weeds, chilled the heart of the brigand-born lookout.
Then—
Crack!
The lookout’s third finger was broken.
Jason grasped the fourth finger.
"What do you want to ask?”
"Just say it!”
The lookout shouted.
But it didn’t change the impending fact.
Crack!
The fourth finger was broken.
Crack!
Then ca the fifth.
After all this, Jason paused.
The lookout, clutching his right hand, sweating from pain, felt a slight relief in his heart.
Finally over.
The lookout thought to himself.
Then, his brain raced.
He hoped to think of ways to handle the situation ahead.
Jason then spoke again.
"This is punishnt for lying.”
"You recognize ?”
Facing Jason’s identical question again, this ti the lookout didn’t answer imdiately but pondered.
However, as Jason raised his hand, the opponent’s thinking ended.
"Don’t, I’ll speak.”
"I’ve seen you.”
"In the boss’s dungeon.”
The opponent spoke rapidly.
"Dungeon?”
Jason pressed on.
"Yes, in the dungeon, right at the Southern Suburb’s farm. I don’t know how exactly you were captured and put in the dungeon; I just heard soone ntion that ‘Night Watcher’ Jason was captured by the boss.”
The lookout confessed truthfully.
Now that he began, there was no need to hide anymore.
The lookout lay there, slightly puzzled, looking at Jason.
He was certain the guard wouldn’t have lied to him.
Because it was said in front of the boss.
Likewise, the Jason before him was real.
More real than the Jason yet unseen.
What’s really going on?
The lookout was filled with confusion.
"What else do you know about the dungeon?”
Jason continued to ask.
"I know very little; I’m just a scout, a lookout. The dungeon guard only answers to the boss. Please believe , I really didn’t do anything wrong; I was forced to…”
The lookout pleaded, with a mournful face, begging for Jason’s compassion and rcy.
Crack!
Another crisp sound.
But this ti the sound was notably louder.
Because the lookout’s neck was broken.
rcy for the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
Jason knew this point too well.
Moreover, under his [Death Perception], the opponent was shrouded in thick deathly aura, as several spectral farr-looking spirits in tattered clothing glared fiercely at him.
The brigands took over the farm.
And the farrs of the farm?
It’s obvious.
As for the opponent’s self-defense of being forced?
It’s also obvious.
Believing a brigand is worse than warming a frozen snake.
The dead lookout’s body fell to the ground, and quickly, a translucent form appeared atop it.
It was the lookout’s spirit.
The opponent looked at Jason with extrely venomous eyes.
Jason laughed.
He raised a hand pointing around.
Only then did the lookout spot the farr spirits; he panicked and hurried to escape, but it was too late.
The farr spirits sward, ripping the lookout’s spirit apart.
Just like how they were murdered by the swarming brigands when alive.
Seconds later, the lookout vanished without a trace.
The farr spirits bowed towards Jason in thanks.
Then, a gentle glow appeared on them.
The farrs dissipated into the air in the glow.
As for where they went?
Jason didn’t know.
But the lingering radiance ford a map.
It was a map of the Southern Suburb farm.
Very detailed.
Including the underground pathways.
The map lingered for a full ten seconds, only dispersing once Jason morized it all.
Jason didn’t linger.
He headed straight for the Southern Suburb farm.
Impostor?
He smirked.
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