Fate?
Blinded by greed, the stall owner who had been following finally came to his senses.
Instinctively, he reached for the dagger at his waist, but before his hand could touch the dagger, the broad-bladed knife in Jason's hand had already swept across the man's throat.
Splatter!
Blood gushed forth, shooting skyward.
Jason's figure vanished like a ghost, appearing and disappearing in the surrounding shadows.
When Jason appeared again, the blood splashing down on the cobblestone ground looked like blossoming plum blossoms.
In the night, they were exceptionally vivid.
Jason shook his short blade.
Instantly, the 'plum blossoms' on the ground extended branches.
Yet, it did not break the vividness.
Instead, it added an eerie feeling.
Jason didn't hold back.
The masked Jason was Jason, not Mu Bai.
There was no need to hold back.
Moreover, he was in a hurry.
Also, it was for the subsequent plan to proceed more smoothly.
