The moment he was covered in his mouth, Drinker struggled, but the breaking skills in his memory were useless.

The strength of that palm was just too great.

His fingers just pinched the sides of his cheeks, and the sheer force made him feel a suffocating sensation when he was in pain.

"Trap!"

In an instant, Drinker reacted.

Although he didn't know how he was exposed, he didn't hesitate at this time, and the secret technique imprinted in the depths of his soul was directly activated.

The cold aura began to overflow.

Drink, who was no different from ordinary people, directly became like a 'living corpse'.

He lost his mind.

He's going to roar.

He's going to tear the people behind him apart.

And then......

Click!

His neck was torn off by Jason.

Downlink was not dead, his hands and feet still moving, his eyes filled with hatred.

“Yi！”

A [Protective Evil] struck the opponent.

Suddenly, Drinker didn't move, and the whole person revealed the true face of the 'Faceling'.

Jason frowned slightly.

He wanted to get something more out of the other person's mouth.

But the other party was more determined than he imagined.

"The ...... of the Temple"

Jason repeats the name of the organization.

The organization that has been able to survive for more than 300 years is far stronger than he imagined, both in terms of the organization itself and the members of the organization.

It's also a reminder of what Jason's 'Night Stalker Court' should do.

As he pondered, Jason bent down and picked up the fifth obsidian dagger and placed it in his pocket.

Knock, knock.

There was a knock on Esther's door.

"Lord Jason?"

"Come in."

Jason replied.

After pushing the door in, Esther signaled to Jason, and began to check the 'Facelings' in front of him, unlike the previous four, the one in front of him, Esther checked more carefully.

After all, this is a C-class person pretending to be a 'hoylum'.

Unfortunately, the search for the body yielded nothing.

"I'll go to his residence."

After leaving such a sentence, Esther hurried away.

And Aitdemon knocked on the door and walked in a dozen seconds after Esther left.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Aitedmun's face darkened.

"Drinker is a nice guy."

He said.

The meaning of the words is very clear, since the members of the 'Faceling' legion of the 'Temple' are impersonating Drink, then the real Drinker is most likely dead or imprisoned.

Aitdemund hopes to be the former.

Not cruelty.

Because, death is also a kind of relief.

If in captivity...... In the style of the 'temple,' it really is better to live than to die.

After a slight sigh of emotion, Aitdermon turned to look at Jason.

"Lord Jason, what should we do next?"

Aitdemund asked.

Although he had a complete plan in his mind, he still followed Jason's wishes.

He knew very well that all the plans in front of him revolved around this man, and once he left this man, everything was just a flash in the pan.

"Follow the previous plan."

"However, you want to 'hide' me for the time being."

"I'm already weak, and I've been attacked again, which makes me think that the 'asylum' is unsafe, and it just so happens that my long life is enough for me to know some secret things and organizations."

"And Ngong Thanh has such one."

Jason said as he pointed to the corpse of the 'Faceling' on the ground, and said with a nonchalant expression.

"Is the 'Night Stalker' popping up?"

Aitdemont muttered to himself thoughtfully, and at the same time, he had already made up the corresponding story in his heart.

Glancing at Ett Dmund's expression, Jason didn't say anything more.

He believed that Aitdemund, an aborigine, would come up with a more plausible and convincing story than he had thought.

About half an hour later, Esther returned.

Looking at Aster's expression, Jason knew that Aster had found nothing.

In fact, it is also true.

"There's nothing to care about in Drink's residence."

"The whole house was very clean, so clean that it didn't look like it was inhabited."

"I suspect he's somewhere else."

Esther said.

"I'll have someone look into it."

"Now we need to do something more important."

Aitdermon said.

Esther nodded solemnly.

Then, Jason saw Aitdemund and Esther lying on the table and writing hard.

Ten minutes later, two reports were handed to Jason.

Let's start with Aitt Dermon's:

The Facelings of the Templar impersonated me and assassinated the Mask-Man, the Mask-Man was mortally wounded, but he still killed the Facelings, which also caused the anger of the Mask-Man, and he began to search for other Facelings in Ang, and after killing three Facelings in a row, the Mask-Man fell into weakness and returned to the secret stronghold of Faceling at my suggestion, but Drinker suddenly attacked while the Mask-Man was resting.

The masked man, who was too weak to sleep, suffered another fatal injury, but still killed Drink, and then, he did not rest in the stronghold, it was obvious that he thought that the stronghold was no longer safe, he should have a safer place, but this place seemed to make the masked man feel scruples, and he did not make up his mind to use it before.

The 'Masked Man' was very vigilant, I couldn't send someone to follow him, and now I have temporarily lost the trace of the Masked Man.

……

Very good description, there is speculation, but no real answer is given.

People who see this report will naturally look for answers, and some false information about him is enough for him to surprise these big people at certain moments.

Jason nodded, looking at Esther's report:

The 'Temple' sent someone to assassinate the 'Mask-Man', and after being counter-killed, the enraged 'Mask-Man' began to hunt down the 'Faceling', but the fatal wound seemed to keep the 'Mask-Man' in a weakened state, and after killing the three 'Facelings', he entered a lethargic state, and was attacked by the 'Faceling's disguised Drinker.

The 'Masked Man' left the secret base of the 'Containment', and as he left, he asked me for two 'anomalous' items to give to him at the agreed address a day later.

(Appendix: Copy of invoice for fast food restaurant)

……

Esther's report didn't come as Jason expected.

Except for that copy of the invoice.

Facing Jason's gaze, Esther smiled shyly.

"Reasonable reimbursement."

"I also applied for reimbursement from the 'asylum', just waiting for the senior of Aitdemont to sign it."

As he spoke, he looked expectantly at Aitdemon.

Aitdemund frowned, then nodded.

This made Esther's smile brighten immediately.

"That way, we have the money to rent a house for the 'Brotherhood'!"

"Lord Jason, I suggest that you make the movement louder when you fight in the future - no, no, no, you misunderstood what I meant, I don't want you to kill innocents, but you can destroy buildings!"

"The 'asylum' has a reparation ordinance, and the person who signed it was Ayt Dmon."

"I can also apply for funding from the 'Holy Snake Society'."

Esther immediately explained earnestly when Jason looked at him.

"If you continue like this, you and I will be censored sooner or later."

Aitdemund smiled bitterly.

The 'Shelter' and the 'Holy Snake Society' are not fools, once or twice is fine.

If this happens every time, someone will inevitably check it.

Esther smiled.

It's even brighter than before.

He leaned in front of Jason and Aitdermon, lowered his voice and said:

"I welcome them."

"Really, we don't need to fight them."

"We just need to ...... Just pull them in! ”

Hearing this, Aitdermon covered his face.

When Esther spoke, he guessed something, but when he really heard Esther say this, he still felt a trace of disbelief, was this still the enthusiastic, simple and silly Esther he knew?

Who did he learn from?

The thoughts in his mind did not hinder Aitdemon's words.

"Not everyone will be pulled into your gang."

"You have to get the right medicine."

"Some guys are not moved by money, but they pursue mystery and the unknown, so we can use the name of 'Hydra', 'Gluttonous Society', or even 'Night Stalker Court' to get in touch, and when the time comes, we will definitely be able to make them unconsciously stand in our camp."

Ett Dermon added.

Esther immediately looked at Aether with her eyes shining.

He felt like he had learned again.

The two of them muttered under their breath, as if two foxes, one big and one small, were in a meeting.

Jason didn't get involved, believing the two could do it well enough.

And he?

Naturally, it is to return to the fight gym.

He needs to take advantage of this time to improve as much as possible.

It was only two or three days or less, but he didn't care.

Assiduous cultivation is the foundation.

But more importantly, he's incredibly talented.

Although most of the time, he prefers to act like a normal person and interact with other people, but when it comes to the critical moment, he will not disguise himself.

He, Jason, is incredibly talented.

"We'll send you."

Ett Damon said.

As described in the report, at the door of the office building, Jason refused to be sent off and disappeared into the night alone.

Returning to the secret base of the 'Shelter', Ett Demonn seized the time and waited for about ten minutes before sending the report out, and then he left the base directly.

He hadn't forgotten his two children at the fight gym.

Traveling with Ette Delmond was Esther, who also bought two cups of coffee and some food at the café to make the evening a little better.

Of course, when Esther left with a coffee snack, the report disappeared with it.

The black muscle car starts again.

At night, the roar of the engine is incomparably clear.

It's as if to say—

The curtain has opened.

(End of chapter)