Malice like knives and swords.
Sharpness, piercing pain.
Jason slightly narrowed his eyes while scanning those who believed they were well hidden, wearing insincere smiles, just like those seemingly innocent people he saw in the Nightless City.
Usually timid.
But when there was profit to be made, they would pounce like jackals, clamping down and not letting go until they had viciously torn a piece of flesh from you.
The earlier Jason, encountering such people, was always at a loss, even losing out twice.
And now?
He knew exactly what he should do.
"It's so hot in Hans Port."
Jason said this.
As he spoke, he took off his coat.
Hidden beneath the coat, a wide-bladed hatchet, 'Winchester Brothers,' MF92, UZ submachine gun, and Mark M1 were all revealed.
Suddenly, the atmosphere congealed.
Malice receded like the tide.
Gerard looked at his cousin, full of weapons, with some surprise.
Then he smiled.
