The meat pie in his mouth had just been swallowed.
Jason then realized that the street before his eyes had disappeared.
His clothing had changed once again, from black trousers, a white shirt, and a black vest, with a long black coat, into plain trousers and long sleeves.
Thinking of something, Jason subconsciously started to check.
The result allowed Jason to breathe a sigh of relief.
‘The books given by the old gentleman, the hockey mask,’ ‘the wide-blade short-handle machete,’ ‘Winchester Brothers,’ ‘Beastmaster’s Dagger,’ ‘Gravedigger’s Dagger,’ and so on were all present.
Most importantly, the strength he had acquired in the instance was still there.
Silently feeling the power in his body, Jason began to look around.
At this moment, he was sitting in a high-backed chair.
What the leader saw was a towering figure wearing a hockey mask, and above all… a raised machete.