Jason nodded in response, then turned his gaze to the martial arts school disciples who stood there stunned, and said in a deep voice, “Why aren’t you continuing?”
"Understood, Master.”
The disciples snapped back to reality and began practicing again, one by one.
Compared to before, the disciples were now more dedicated in their performance.
Jason glanced once and then turned his gaze to Dou Bao.
"I just had some insights. I’m going for a walk.”
"Alright, Master, you go ahead.”
Dou Bao reminded him.
Jason’s mouth curled into a smile as he turned and walked out the martial arts school’s door. He found Dou Bao’s attentiveness impressive, especially the meals, which made him feel reluctant to leave.
‘The scene just now should be enough.’
Jason recalled the expressions of the disciples and was confident that by the afternoon, the news of him not only being unharmed but having greatly improved his skills would spread throughout Mountain City.
These disciples were only paying to learn martial arts, not personal disciples.
Naturally, they wouldn’t keep any secrets for him.
In fact, they were likely coming today with ulterior motives.
However, this didn’t matter.
Others paid money, he paid with fists.
He could also spread some news, truly killing two birds with one stone.
Jason was confident that once the news spread, some people would believe it, but this group would be small, while more would disbelieve, even thinking he was deliberately creating a smokescreen.
His own bounty’s allure would become increasingly enticing.
‘Bring more of them on!’
‘It’s best if they come with ‘food’.’
Jason thought with anticipation.
He had already harvested from the affluent in Mountain City, so naturally, the ‘scattered’ ones needed attention too. A true win-win.
‘The reputation from the main task has already reached 80, thanks to last night’s assassination, it has skyrocketed again.’
‘Reaching 100 faster than expected… Huh?’
Jason scanned the main task and suddenly his eyes focused.
He saw a wonton stand.
A middle-aged man with a weathered face was standing behind the carrying pole, cleaning up.
Apparently, he was preparing to close down.
Jason had seen the owner of this wonton stand once, and his appearance and figure had not changed, but previously he did not have this ‘aura of death’ around him!
With his [Death Sense], Jason could confirm that this wonton stand owner had just killed someone.
Moreover, the body was in the alley behind.
‘Did he come for the bounty?’
Jason stood in front of the wonton stand, thinking.
"Master Mu, would you like a bowl of wontons?”
Zhao Laosi, who was packing up, looked up with a sharp smile.
He seemed to be pleased that his leftover wontons could finally be sold.
"Alright, give me a moment.”
"Would you like an egg with that?”
Jason confirmed, and then stood at the wonton stand watching Zhao Laosi bustle about.
It was already morning, people were hurrying by on Martial Arts Street, but upon seeing the tall and muscular Jason, they would slow their pace, curiosity on their faces, inquisitiveness in their eyes.
Clearly, last night’s affair at Drunken Fairy Tower was now known throughout the town.
But no one came to disturb him.
To the ordinary people of Mountain City, the masters of Martial Arts Street had already surpassed the realm of the common folk.
Moreover, with Li Deshang’s presence, after some added rumors, these people, though curious, were also apprehensive.
Zhao Laosi before him was similar.
While cooking wontons, he would sneak glances at Jason now and then, but dared not look too much.
Everything seemed normal.
But Jason felt something was off.
There was something unnatural about Zhao Laosi.
But precisely what felt unnatural, Jason couldn’t say.
Still, the wontons smelled delicious.
Even though he hadn’t tasted them yet, Jason could already detect their aroma.
In his mind, Jason was already imagining the taste of the wontons, especially complemented by that broth, which he was sure wasn’t bad.
"Master Mu, scallions and cilantro?”
"Vinegar and chili are over there.”
Zhao Laosi pointed to the corner of the stall and began preparing the broth, adding bits of seaweed, shrimp shells, salt, and pepper, which instantly released their original flavors in the hot broth. The vibrant green scallions and cilantro rose to the top of the bowl, followed by the egg, and when the pale wontons were added, they complemented the green perfectly.
A couple of droplets of sesame oil made the bowl of wontons even more mouth-watering.
"Master Mu, your wontons.”
Zhao Laosi said with a smile.
"Hmm, I’ll have another bowl.”
Jason said after receiving the bowl.
Zhao Laosi was a bit taken aback but quickly smiled again.
Jason didn’t bother sitting but instead drank a sip of the broth while standing, smacked his lips, then started to add vinegar, chili, and salt. Without using a spoon, he lifted the bowl and downed the wontons with one swift motion.
Zhao Laosi apparently had never seen someone eat wontons and was slightly startled.
Jason wiped his mouth and placed the bowl down, waiting patiently.
He was now sure why he had felt something strange.
The person in front of him was definitely not Zhao Laosi.
Zhao Laosi’s wontons were never this delicious.
The sense of smell doesn’t lie!
He had smelled the wontons the original Zhao Laosi cooked before.
Compared to what he just had, they were at least two grades lower.