Edward furrowed his brows slightly and turned around again, his eyes filled with inquiry.
"At the central park earlier, two men asked me for pastries from the 'Watchdog Pastry House.'"
"They were not after the pastries."
"But after someone."
Jason said directly, facing Edward.
"So, is this why you are here?"
"To repay a favor?"
"And to settle a score?"
Edward, the deputy chief, stepped back twice, stopping about a meter away from Jason.
It seemed as if he sensed Jason was playing him,
Edward simultaneously counter-queried as his eyes bore into Jason intensely.
Suddenly, those piercing eyes made one's heart tremble even more.
Jason, however, was unaffected.
Although the other party's eyes were sharp, they paled in comparison to 'The Piper.'
They weren't even equal to the puppets of 'Shepherd.'
In Jason's eyes, the danger posed by the other party was about... the same as two or three 'Jesters.'
Troublesome to deal with.
But not lethal.
