What about Jason?
He's completely unconcerned.
On the contrary, if the visitor comes with ill intentions, that guy better start praying.
Step, step step!
About a minute later, the sound of footsteps approached.
A tall figure, cloaked and hooded, appeared outside number 112, raising a hand to knock on the gate as he removed his hood.
It was a middle-aged man with a rebellious glint in his eyes and an admittedly handsome face.
Even a swollen face and panda eyes wouldn't change that assessment.
"Hey, Jason."
The man waved his arm, obviously familiar with Jason.
Jason looked at him with a bit of surprise.
He had never seen him before, that he could confirm.
Yet, the familiarity seemed genuine.
At this moment, Jason could easily discern if the person was lying.
"Alright, alright."
"I know I look embarrassing right now."
"But I'm still your mentor, aren't I?"
"Hurry and let me in."
"I can already smell the aroma of snacks."
The handsome middle-aged man grumbled.
Mentor?
