Jason had long grown accustomed to Peters knowing everything.
Even though he didn't understand it.
But with no need for an explanation, Jason thought it was a good thing.
Following the scent, Jason walked briskly through the night at the harbor.
The guy just now also had the smell of food on him, but he wasn't a true 'food' owner.
But Jason didn't care.
He had come to clear out some 'pests' for his cousin.
He had come to avenge his own dog.
Therefore, he couldn't wait to find more people from the 'Erosion Guild'.
As for interrogating them?
Too troublesome.
He didn't want to know those things.
He didn't have time to know those things either.
All he needed to do was follow the scent of 'food', find these people, then chop them one by one. That was enough.
What's left?
Gerard would take care of it.
Jason trusted in Gerard's abilities.
Just as he trusted in his own keen perception of 'food'.
The dockside cabin.
