Twisting the throttle, Troy’s motorcycle roared as he sped away.
From the shadow, a tall, robust figure emerged, picking up the fragments of a cellphone from the trash can.
With that mumble, Jason’s figure vanished in a blink.
Jason didn’t linger any longer but headed straight back to Apartment 3A-313.
At first, he was merely curious about the old Butler who had survived the gunfight. According to John and Brian’s description, even though the two didn’t keep a watchful eye on him, the fact that the man could wait for the police to arrive unscathed indicated he must have had quite a good set of skills, especially in terms of awareness.
Otherwise, those grenades would have been deadly.
However, Jason hadn’t expected that the Butler would be far more intriguing than he had guessed, and was even involved in the dark rivalry between Cherry City’s Speaker Dodd and Councilor Todini.
Without a doubt, such a rivalry was fascinating.
Jason, with furrowed brows, tapped lightly on the armrest of the armchair, then shook his head.
No matter how clever the trick, it couldn’t have fooled Troys’s inspection, the finishing blow, and above all, Jason’s own superhuman perception had confirmed Findelter’s heart had been pierced. 𐍂𝘢𐌽ȮBÊʂ
Can a person live without a heart?
Let alone the explosion at the end.
He had seen Findelter blown to bits with his own eyes.
Unless Findelter possessed the "Undying Body" like him, otherwise, he would most certainly be dead.
Of course, there could be other possibilities!
"Some sort of secret technique similar to my ’Undying Body’?"
Jason guessed with a frown.
This world he had only been in for a day lacked a wealth of information sources, but he couldn’t deny the existence of "secret techniques."
After all, there were "foods."
So it was highly likely that "secret techniques" exist, too.
Jason’s brows relaxed slightly as his attention shifted to another issue.
What was Findelter up to?
Dodd, Todini, and the late Emod all had their own agendas.
But Findelter didn’t—or at least, up until now, Jason hadn’t seen it.
Was he really looking for "Edward"?
Jason was somewhat skeptical about this.
If Findelter truly belonged to the same type of people he knew well, such people could never care about others; their own interests were their only concerns.
However, that didn’t prevent Jason from investigating this "Edward."
Such an investigation naturally required a lot of manpower and resources, and it wasn’t something that could be solved merely by being strong.
Or rather, Jason admitted he wasn’t strong enough yet.
Fortunately, he had other methods at his disposal.
Picking up the telephone in the living room, Jason called John.
"John, can you help me look into someone?"
"Emod’s Butler’s former employer, Edward."
"Yeah, okay, I’ll wait for your news."
After hanging up, Jason sat back in the armchair.
He drew back the curtains and looked out the window. Read exclusive content at
In the pitch-black sky, a dazzling white line appeared on the horizon.
Tonight, this long night was over.
But Jason knew that it was after the sunrise when things would get most interesting.
He would silently observe all of it.
And when necessary, he wouldn’t mind intervening.
When would that necessary time be?
He stood up from the armchair and walked out of the apartment, his nose catching the scent of breakfast wafting up from the streets.
Davide, who hadn’t slept a wink all night, was gulping down the hot coffee his Assistant had brought him.
Although Findelter’s unexpected takeaway thwarted his initial plan, the investigation into Emod had not stopped.
Before, he had been investigating Emod.
But at that time, there were many obstacles.
Naturally, no one would stand up for a dead man.
Everything had started to go smoothly.