Facing the sobbing and whimpering coming from behind, Jason did not turn around.
Instead, he took a large step forward.
At the same time, his lever-action shotgun passed through his armpit, its muzzle pointing backward.
A shower of pellets burst out instantly.
The sobbing and whimpering ceased at once.
During the rhythmic loading noise of the “Winchester Brothers,” Jason turned around.
His gaze met nothing but emptiness!
Exhaustion is exhaustion.
Conveniently, as a ‘Night Watcher,’ he also possessed a secret technique that could nearly instantly exhaust all his physical strength.
“Protection Against Evil”!
This was the legacy of the ‘Night Watcher,’ and it could also be said to be the strongest point of the ‘Night Watcher,’ but at times, the strongest point could become the weakest one.
Targeting this, the enemy began to set up.
Thus, the current situation had arisen.
The hypotheses in his mind flashed by in an instant.
The illusion before him was within arm’s reach.
The slightly paused Dufol Language in his mouth sounded again.
It was just words, but the matching hand signs were one beat too slow.
The “Protection Against Evil” had not been successfully activated.
But that illusion vanished nonetheless.
It was indeed an illusion technique!
With his deduction now clear, Jason breathed heavily, feigning extreme exhaustion.
The most direct way to counter an illusion was to use pain to regain clarity.
But Jason wasn’t just hoping to dispel the illusion.
What he wanted was to deal with the person who had set up the illusion.
It wasn’t just the opponent’s abilities but also their demonstrated capacity to strategize that put Jason on alert.
This time, he had reacted promptly and seen through such an illusion.
But what about next time?
Who could guarantee that he wouldn’t fall into the enemy’s set up?
Especially at certain moments in battle, a sudden attack from the enemy could leave him in disarray, or even… dead.
In the end, it’s better for them to be dead.
Loud applause echoed around the room.
A middle-aged man dressed in a black tailcoat and wearing a top hat clapped his hands with a smile on his face as he looked at Jason.
“It is an honor to meet you, immortal ‘Night Watcher’ sir.”
“That was just a little trick.”
“To ensure we can have a peaceful conversation.”
The man said, while taking out a test tube.
It was filled with a pale green liquid.
The man shook the test tube, his smile growing even more intense.
The man continued to speak:
“The following measures will also be the same.”
“Rest assured, I will make good use of your body.”
“After all, certain individuals will definitely fancy a body that has consumed the ‘Hulk Silver Potion.’
Having finished speaking, the man was about to remove the stopper.
But Jason was faster.
One moment he was gasping for air, nearly toppling over, and the next, he lashed out with his knife.
The broad-bladed, short-handled machete swept across the man’s neck.
Surprise and shock appeared on the man’s face.
The head fell, and the man’s body wobbled before kneeling to the ground; the potion in his hand was caught by Jason just before it hit the floor.
Afterward, Jason carefully examined the man’s body.
A coin purse contained 12 Gold Crooks, 3 Silver Crooks, and 5 Copper Crooks, with no Copper Corners.
A revolver, fully loaded with bullets, plus an extra 10 bullets.
Beyond that, there were no other items of value.
Jason pocketed the coin purse and put the revolver and bullets with the rest of the loot.
Then, he turned his head toward the door.
With the death of ‘The Planner,’ evidently, Eric had been freed from the illusion.
The servant was puzzled but still knocked on the door.
“I’ve brought your compensation.”
Jason, who had already caught the scent of food, immediately opened the door as Eric’s voice fell.