It has become a hunt!
He was hungry.
Emod did not see any of this; he only saw Jason, who appeared to him the same as the people he had encountered before.
They were all so... well, lowly.
Truly lowly.
Evaluating this writer who didn't look at all like a writer from the bottom of his heart, Emod's disdain grew stronger.
Even, he was not willing to pretend anymore, and he bluntly said,
"Very good, you're a smart man."
"Smart people tend to live long."
"Now go back."
"Go back to your apartment and stay there until that guy is hanged by me."
After speaking, Emod waved his hand to signal Jason to leave.
Jason pushed the door open to get out of the car, and the old butler was standing beside the car. After closing the door, he looked towards Jason with a smile.
"Mr. Emod is a bit angry, so please forgive him if there is anything."
As the old butler spoke, he handed Jason a thick envelope.
Jason did not refuse.