Jason’s gentle voice fell on the monster’s ears, but it became a fierce roar.
It shook its head subconsciously while murmuring incessantly.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t come, it wasn’t me, it’s all an illusion.”
However, unfortunately for Jason, such mumbling was utterly ineffective.
He took a step forward and punched the opponent in the stomach.
The strength wasn’t great, but it was very precise, and just right.
This would again extend the time.
For him, with only 58 days remaining, it was not enough.
Then, Jason suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
He thought of “Ghost Squad.”
“According to Hannibal, ‘Ghost Squad’ has a stable ‘food supply channel’!”
“But the unpredictability of the ‘food’ makes it hard to do this unless ‘Ghost Squad’ can accurately grasp these ‘foods’ movements every time.”
“That is to say, ‘Ghost Squad’ most likely cultivated their own ‘Food Traitor.'”
At this thought, Jason clenched his fist fiercely.
He had already resolved to eliminate ‘Ghost Squad,’ an enemy with no honor and unscrupulous methods.
It was definitely not for that ‘Food Traitor.’
That was merely a spoil of war.
He simply could not overlook ‘Ghost Squad’ attacking and provoking killings in front of him time and again.
His dignity had been trampled on.
Naturally, he would retaliate tooth for tooth, eye for an eye.
“If there is a ‘Food Traitor,’ finding ‘Ghost Squad’ wouldn’t be difficult.”
“The only concern is whether the ‘Food Traitor’ has been specially placed.”
“The ‘Food Traitor’ is contacted through a single line.”
Considering ‘Ghost Squad’s’ way of operating, Jason thought both were possible.
Those in control could opt for slow-acting poison.
Controlling a ‘Food Traitor’ naturally might involve something similar.
Though he was unaware of it.
For Jason, eating was all that mattered.
Why bother with anything else?
But now he had to consider it, which made Jason frown.
He believed it affected the purity of the ‘food.’
Thus, creating trouble, ‘Ghost Squad’ deserved to die even more.
And the ‘Food Traitor’ had to be controlled by his own hands.
Only in this way could the purity of the ‘food’ be guaranteed.
After all, no one can ensure that ‘food’ controlled by poison or other means wouldn’t affect the taste.
The sound of a car engine approached from outside the door, getting louder.
After a sharp brake, Edward rushed in.
Seeing the five people lying on the ground, he asked breathlessly,
“You can check over there.”
Jason didn’t give a definite answer, but just pointed towards the storage room at the end of the hallway on the first floor.
Edward immediately went there.
Unlike the storage rooms in other people’s homes cluttered with miscellaneous items, this one stored knives, daggers, ropes, and even two shotguns.
Seeing these items, Edward’s eyes instantly lit up.
In front of him, the weapons, some still with dried blood on them, automatically brought to mind several crime files involving similar weapons.
‘Miso Building Murder’!
‘Bitter Gourd Public Restroom Shooting’!
‘Crisp Street Throat-Slitting’!
Case after case surfaced, exciting Edward even more.
He turned around and gave Jason a thumbs up.
“Well done!” Edward exclaimed.
The matters that followed naturally didn’t require Jason’s concern any longer.
More professionals arrived at the scene to organize the weapons and evidence.
Those people infiltrated by Epuke Spirits?
They were also taken back for questioning one by one.
Perhaps they were pitiful.
But they were certainly not innocent.
Jason got into the car, driven by little Bansey.