Galen heard Losa 11’s words and imdiately ca over with a cup of warm water.
The ‘Golden Lamb’ helped the drunken Losa 11 sit up and slowly fed him water.
After drinking about half a cup, Losa 11 fell back into a deep sleep.
The ‘Golden Lamb’ also left with the water cup.
Both of them had failed to notice the previously ntioned Simpson 2.
Nor could they comprehend what the scene just now signified.
Jason noticed.
Carrying the captive Hera 10, Jason quickly beca aware of the anomaly but why would he intervene when things were progressing in a favorable direction?
"What good fortune,”
The Jason who erged from the shadows couldn’t help but comnt as he watched Losa 11 sleeping soundly.
Everyone has their monts of good and bad luck, and it’s hard to tell.
It’s just that for soone like Losa 11, such ‘good fortune’!
Jason truly saw it for the first ti!
If he had not been involved firsthand and confird that it wasn’t a sche by Losa 11, he would definitely think the Losa 11 in front of him belonged to those deeply calculating and viciously cruel persons.
Just like what Simpson 2 had assud.
"Maybe this is fate?”
Jason thought, as his gaze shifted to the captive in his hands.
At this mont, Hera 10’s eyelids trembled slightly, clearly about to wake up.
Jason raised his hand and delivered another karate chop.
Smack!
Imdiately, Hera 10 was knocked out again.
This was the sixth ti Jason had knocked out Hera 10. Although he wanted to ask for more information, the situation was the sa as before: unsuitable.
"Galen, keep an eye on her,”
"If she wakes up, knock her out,”
Jason instructed Galen.
Not until Jason spoke up did the ‘Golden Lamb’ realize that Jason had returned.
To this, the ‘Golden Lamb’ showed no surprise.
For one, he was used to Jason’s sudden disappearances and reappearances.
Secondly, he completely trusted Jason.
"Understood, Lord Jason,”
The ‘Golden Lamb’ nodded head seriously.
Then, Jason disappeared once more.
The recent event was far from perfect.
He wanted to strive for perfection.
He also wanted to make Losa 11’s image in the eyes of others ‘flawlessly perfect’.
With the help of ‘scent,’ Jason easily found the trail of Simpson 2.
By this ti, the latter had left the ‘Ga Mansion’ and was walking into a side alley.
Jason followed discreetly, gingerly opening his mouth to place the spear belonging to Hera 10 inside.
Instantly, a rich cocoa aroma began to spread.
No need to chew.
Once tainted by Jason’s saliva, the ‘food’ that was the spear started to soften on its own, just a slight press with the tongue against the palate was enough to release the delicious flavors.
Is there anything more joyful than ‘eating’?
Apart from eating more, it’s the combination of eating while ‘watching a drama’.
Hidden in the shadows, Jason ate and watched the distant alley.
There, Simpson 2 and a man stood face to face.
Like Simpson 2, the man wore a black coat and shoes.
The coat resembled a trench coat, but with different lines that deepened when light hit them, causing ‘light’ to appear distorted in normal vision.
The shoes seed thick-soled, yet moved with an agile silence.
However, unlike Simpson 2’s visage, the man before him was slightly younger and more robust.
His large aquiline nose and sturdy build were particularly eye-catching.
"Is it done?”
The man asked Simpson 2, his gaze shifting to his hands.
Simpson 2’s task was not rely to eliminate Losa 11; he was also supposed to bring back a token.
Now, Simpson 2’s hands were empty.
This caused the man’s brows to furrow slightly.
"I failed,”
Simpson 2 replied, then took a long breath as if he had completely let go of sothing.
The man’s frown deepened at this attitude.
"What happened?”
He pressed for details.
"Our plan was seen through by Losa 11!”
Simpson 2 declared.
Then, without waiting for his associate to ask further, he continued.
"I barely managed to swear an oath on my family and leave safely!”
As he spoke, Simpson 2 recounted everything that had just transpired.
Hearing Simpson 2’s account, the man’s brows tighten even more.
"Your power didn’t go out of control, did it?”
Once Simpson 2 finished, the man directly asked, simultaneously taking a step back without making a sound.
Such a gesture made Simpson 2 feel humiliated.
"What do you an, Amiel 3?”
"My control over my power is absolute!”
"There’s no backlash!”
"And certainly no loss of control!”
Simpson 2 roared, looking at his collaborator with a hostile gaze.
Their relationship was rely that of regular collaborators.
They shared an acquaintance under normal circumstances but nothing more, and had it not been for the matter concerning Losa 11, they would not have allied.
Naturally, there was no real friendship.
Amiel 3 was obviously aware of this.
Upon seeing Simpson 2’s hostile look, Amiel 3 imdiately went on guard.
At the next mont, Amiel 3 took a quick step back, retreating a full 5 ters.
As the ‘Amiel Family’s’ third in line retreated, the exact spot where he had stood a shadow suddenly swept past.
Shadows should be insubstantial, but at this mont, they beca incredibly sharp.
As if a massive Horse-Cleaving Saber had just swept through.
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