"This, this I didn't know..." Little Jason said with concern.
"That's it then. It's not the era of warriors anymore. Being able to fight doesn't amount to anything; it's still not enough against a bullet..." Old Jason said ominously and gravely.
"Dad, I'll go handle it..."
"No need, I'll take care of this..." Old Jason narrowed his eyes, a cold light emanating from them.
The next day, Old Jason appeared in a manor between the mountains, where he was greeted by a Black-Clad Man.
"Jason, what brings you to me today?" The Black-Clad Man and Jason embraced, performing a cheek-to-cheek greeting, but his expression and voice were icy, filled with a murderous aura.
"Burgess, I want you to help me eliminate someone... This person is affecting my vegetable business..."
"Sorry... Jason, this person we dare not touch..."
"What, what?..." Old Jason exclaimed in surprise and anger. "I haven't even told you who this person is... How can you be afraid like this..."
